Page 46 of Stranded
He held the bra up to his chest and twirled the thong on his finger.
“There are heels too.”
“You want to play?”
I nodded, my breathing coming in harsh gasps just thinking about our game. Five years and I still liked to sissify him. Most importantly, he craved it too. We were perfect, our desires syncing in incredible ways. He was always open to trying new things, and we had done so many over the years. But we always came back to this, where I dressed him up in feminine clothes and fucked him. Not all the time, but enough that I’dacknowledged this was our thing. We were good at it, and we understood each other. It was just a sexy fetish we shared. I once thought I was straight, and he identified as a man, which didn’t bother me at all. And even when we didn’t engage in sissification, he still turned me on in the most incredible manner.
He loved it. I loved it. And that was all that mattered.
Aiden changed in the bathroom and returned wearing the two-piece bikini with the heels I’d bought for him. He’d grown his hair out for our games, and the tresses cascaded down his back in shiny waves. He looked breathtaking, especially the way he sauntered over to me, swaying his hips. His cock was already rock solid behind the cover of the bikini.
“Sir,” he said in a timid voice, “I don’t understand why you insist on dressing me this way. I’m a boy. Can’t you tell?”
My heart rate spiked. “You’re whatever I tell you you are. Now be a good girl, get on your knees, and take my cock out.”
Aiden kneeled on the floor, gazing up at me with wide eyes. He played the part so perfectly. He was so perfect. When he took my cock out of my shorts and licked the tip, I hissed a breath.
Fuck, I’d never get tired of this. And I owed it all to being stranded with him in the Mojave desert.
