Sissygurl Stories

I burst into tears and held Jean so tightly that I hurt her. Sobbing, I told her that I was jealous of her last night. That I wanted it to be me that Richard fucked over and over. That I felt left out and pushed away; that I was just an observer to his blacking of her body. That I wanted him blacking my body, too, and making me his bitch. “Then,” Jean said, “we’re going to have to deal with that, aren’t we, baby?” Togethe...