Update

Thanks to everyone who voted. It ended a dead heat between wanting to hear new, recent stuff and wanting me to post memories of when i was a young(er) crossdresser/sissy (you pervs) :)
So I guess today I should do double duty. Plus it's been a while since I posted at all and I want to make it clear this is not a phantom site.

Like a true pathetic sissy, I did not make the most of my week with my wife away. So much time was dedicated to LOOKING for a playmate, but eventually each time, i chickened out and just splashed my sissycum onto my computer desk or my pretty panties.
But on the last night I chatted with a guy I had found in a chatroom a few days before. His pics looked impressive and chatting with him the last night, I felt something stirring in my panties. I needed him to see me. I needed this one for real. I'm tired of only my hand and my dildo. So we called, and since he lived an hour away, it took a little convincing to get him to decide I was for real and to come over.
I had a whole hour to get pretty and I still had new unworn girlie clothes. So I showered, and put on a tan, pleated skirt, pink thong beneath, a white blouse with a padded pink bra I could see through the material and white open-toed stilettos. My makeup was perfect and my toenails and fingernails were a perfect pink that matched my undies. I needed to be 100%girlie for him.
As I strapped on my shoes, I thought about the night before. Out with the guys at the strip club. I loved it. I always do. Young, flexible, sexy girls so much skinnier than my wife. Angels in stilettos, bouncing in my lap in the private rooms, smooth firm asses, perfect breasts. Feeling them grinding me. Driving me crazy. I never feel so straight as when I am there. Knowing that it's all I want. To be with a sexy, kinky little slut.
And now, pulling on my wig and reapplying lipstick, all I want is to be a sexy, kinky little slut. I'm thinking just this just as the doorbell rings. I swish over to the door, growing hard as I hear the clack, clack, clack of my heels. Throwing the door open I expect to be adored, ravaged, anything... but he pushes past me and slams the door quickly behind him.
After quick introductions, it is clear he is ready to go. I try to pose and preen, letting him take me in in my sissy, emasculated glory. But his cock is already out. And I know what comes next. Still doing my best to look super sexy, I slide to my knees and wet his cock with my mouth. Swirling my tongue around, savoring the flavor of his skin. I kiss the head, just so I can see the pink lip prints there. I take him back in my warm mouth and I watch only my pretty fingernails as I suck and stroke his growing manhood.
His moans make me happy, I'm such a good cocksucker. I'm still imagining us kiss for the first time. Him making love to be, adoring my body. Playing with my nipples, my toes. GOD, I want to be kissed!
I gently pull his cock from my mouth. It's time to show him what he wants. I step towards the couch, pointing my ass up and out as I prepare to lean over and let him watch me, let him have me. But he is quick and impatient. As I begin to bend over the arm of the couch, he helps me, pushing me down, bending me further. his hand lifts up my skirt. i squeal a little as I feel the breeze from the air conditioning hit my ass, but I grunt as he roughly tugs down my thong. It hurts a little as he keeps tugging it pushing it down and away. His other hand goes to my chest, feeling me up. I feel so helpless and he plays with my falsies. Then he grips my blouse and tears at it, popping buttons as he rips my blouse open, then off. I feel a lump in my throat. My cocklet goes limp. I worked so hard to be girlie. Now my wig is on the floor along with my ruined blouse.
His cock presses into me and I almost don't want it at all. But that's not an option. He is hard and bog. And I am already lubed. It slides in without concern. And he starts pounding right off.
The lump in my throat feels so big, I can't speak and I'm fighting tears as his cock begins to pleasure me from every angle. It's the perfect storm of opposite feelings. His dick is huge and my prostate is getting a workout. He pounds me with every thrust and I can barely take it. I feel it in my gut. And my moans are loud. I admire how feminine I sound. I long to hear that pretty girl voice say dirty things. And soon I do. I hear her say "spank me." I love it. The cock keeps thumping me, pushing my body down. I need him to slow down. Just so I can catch my breath. Instead the girlie voice says "Fuck me harder, harder." Her voice excites me and the scream becomes "HARDER!!" He obliges and now I am being pounded so fiercely. His hand is swatting my ass with almost every stroke and now all I feel is the heat rising off my red asscheek. I know I will hurt for days. So why is that girlie voice still moaning "spank me daddy, harder." ?
I feel dizzy, as though I'm blacking out. My body is now on the living room floor. My face buried in a couch pillow, screaming. Screaming so the neighbors can't hear and screaming so the man fucking my sissy ass can't hear that the words are "please stop" and "no more." Truth is it feels so good, but too much. Too much and I just need it to be over. His dick controls me. owns me. I am it's slave. It's whore. I fuck back against it, only wanting it to reward me with cum. Ohhh, yess. Fucking it back. Brings new pleasure. i can't handle it any more than before though. I'm squealing loud. he grunts and pounds me faster. Until with one hard thrust he stops. I wonder briefly if he has cramped up or something. Nothing happens. And then with a shout, he unloads inside me. One loud shout. half a dozen hard thrusts as his cock pulses in me, filling me with his cum.
We rest together on the floor for a moment. Then he pulls me up. Standing next to each other, I am still a flood of emotions. My cunt is spent, my cocklet firm and aching. He smiles at me, reaches down for my wig. And as I place it back on my head, he holds my face and kisses me. Really kisses me. I blush as he pulls his pants back up and walks out the door.

It's that image, the kiss. Not the huge cock, not the cum inside me, not even the vision of the sexy, spent, sissy faggot whore I see in the mirror. It's that kiss that has me tugging my sissy clitty for an hour before I fall asleep on that same couch with a puddle of my cum on my tummy.