Hard-Copy Forced Feminisation


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Her head went down and her lips moved over the head of his cock and her tongue flicked out. Her hand remained clenched around the base as she moved her mouth down and then up. He lay back; she had got his attention.

His cock hardened. She detected the first spasm which signalled that he was about to cum. She withdrew her mouth from his throbbing expectant member. Adrian groaned and he asked her why she had stopped and she told him to wait. She left him lying on the bed, his erection protruding into the air like a flag-less pole waving in the wind. She glanced at the bright red bulb of his cock end, a little drip of pre-cum leaking from the swollen slit at its end. Annette went to her drawer, a wicked smile on her lips and in her eyes.

I thought we could spice things up a bit,” she said to him as her hands pretended to rummage through the unkempt underwear and nighties in her drawer.

I thought everything was fine,” he replied with some exasperation and a burning desire to cum. He was pleased she had stopped her strange behaviour regarding him being a maid.

Aha,” she pronounced and raised a shocking-pink baby-doll nightie in the air. He had bought it for her for the previous Valentine’s night. They used to like to dress in sexy clothing and have a romantic evening at home before going to bed to have sex.

OK put it on and come back to bed,” Adrian said. He hadn’t yet understood what Annette wanted.

Oh no dearie, this is for you tonight,” she exclaimed.

I’m about to burst Annette, stop playing about.”

First you have to put this on dearie.”

Stop playing around and finish me off…please.” A stinging desperation flowed though his erection. He was on the cusp but couldn’t get the release he needed. One more lick, one more caress and he would explode his stream of juice into her mouth, her face.

Annette looked at him dreamily and slid the baby-doll nightie over his head. He put his arm up to resist, to hold her off. Once this is on I will ensure you cum Adie and I’m going to swallow up every bit of you,” she whispered. Her voice was husky with sex. He removed his hand and, without his resistance, she pulled the silky nightie down over his naked stomach. She pulled the pink transparent frilly hem past his belly button and down to his pubic area. The waist of the nightie tightened below his chest then out into a short flared skirt. He looked down, an old memory flashed through his head like a strike of lightning. He succumbed to his present emotions and needs and his head fell back to the pillow.

She looked at him in the nightie, her face that of a cat with the cream. It was perfect she thought, she’d craved this….

Yes my latest book, ‘The Reluctant Housemaid’, is now also available in paperback.

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About Lady Alexa

I am a writer and a believer in the immense benefits of male feminisation and female domination. My blog records my true-life experiences in these areas. I also have several novels and a non-fiction book published on Amazon about forced feminisation which you can find under my pen name Lady Alexa. I live in a quiet corner of North London with my obedient and feminised husband/housewife.
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