=dear diary=

Hey Pansy!

It never ceases to amaze me that I'm the luckiest man in the world.  Don't know anyone else with such a delightfully girly little sissywife. I mean I know I'm not the only guy who's got a sexy sissywife, but I do believe that you're in a class of your own & I'm the lucky daddy who hit the jackpot.

Yesterday afternoon/evening and then even later on, you looked SO achingly cute doing your girly coloring, writing in your sissy diary, with your little pink sandals up in the air, and your little jellybean candy toes...

Judging by daddy's reaction, it seems like your naughty attitude and manpleasing skills are rejuvenating old daddy's horny pecker!

What a fine little sissy!

Daddy, Mr. Karl, and Mr. Karl's son Luke went off hiking and left me behind at the campsite to color in my Hello Kitty coloring book. Daddy said I would never be able to keep up with the boys and that I needed my beauty sleep after being up most of the night sucking cock & getting fucked like a good little campsite sissie. Besides, I didn't have any hiking boots and I wouldn't want to mess up my pretty sandals and my freshly painted toenails, would I? "No Daddy!" I have a special pink tent just like the one in the picture I colored. Daddy says a sissy like me needs a special tent since guys together can get pretty rough and raunchy. He says he understands a sissy needs her private space to pamper and make herself pretty.  He says that Mr. Karl has raved to him about what a good little blowjob I am. Daddy said he knew I was good but wasn't sure if maybe he was a little biased, me being his little girl and all. Mr Karl said no, Daddy wasn't exaggerating at all. I'm a really good cocksucker. Daddy said he was very proud of me. That made me feel so happy. Luke thinks I'm great, too, but what does he know? He's the same age I am. He can't have had all that many blowjobs in his life, could he? I mean, there are only three bona-fide sluts in our class, including me. Anyway, Luke comes really fast, almost as soon as he's got it in my mouth. Two or three strokes of my tongue and he's spurting. What he lacks in self-control, however, he more than makes up for in his ability to reload. It seems he's no sooner pulled it out of my mouth than it's hard all over again. Daddy and Mr. Karl can't do it four or five times a night like Luke can. But they're bigger and stay harder longer. This is especially true when they fuck me from behind in my little sissypuss. In the two days we've been here, Luke alone has practically worn a path in the grass between his tent and mine. Daddy told me that he and Mr. Karl have arranged that I will be Luke's "special girlfriend" during his senior year. It seems that Luke has a promising future as a baseball player…or maybe it was football…I can never remember which is which ..anyway Mr. Karl doesn't want him derailing it by accidentally knocking some girl up—an accident that is categorically impossible no matter how many times he fucks a girl like me. Well, looking on the bright side, at least I'll have one friend at school this year.