Two Kisses by Treacle Gurl part 1
Hi I’m Treacle, I’ve always been a Sissy, but I began practicing it 5 years ago, and started listening to Ms Divine 2 years ago, so glad to be here with you all x
Some years ago when I was still trying to be masculine, and was denying being a sissy, I went on a date with a woman. She was a friend of a friend, my age, worked the same job I did, and was sweet looking. This made her an ideal candidate for me to try courting so I could feel more acceptance in the circles I moved in at that time. I didn’t know it, but this was the last date with a woman I would ever have.
After we were introduced, weeks of messaging followed between us. We soon agreed to go on a date one evening at restaurant. We ate pizza, chatted, had a glass of wine, then went for a walk by the river. It was a summer evening and the date had gone well. Our conversation had begun to slow. She allowed me to hold her hand, as our steps came to a stop by the river and we turned to look at each other.
We gently held each other’s waist as our eyes began to close and our lips approached. We had started to kiss, this is where everything changed. I knew what I was supposed to feel, I should have been thrilled. Instead, I felt something that shocked me. I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was entirely mechanical and hollow. On reflection it was horrible, not because of her, but because I was so absent of any feeling. Gradually it felt as if something was wrong, or that I was wrong, that I did not belong in this moment with this woman. She seemed content, but I began to feel that it was inappropriate of me to kiss her.
We stopped and stood apart. I felt myself recoil inside, I knew immediately this would never work. The evening was over, we said our goodbyes and each went our own way. It became not only my last date with a woman but also my last kiss with one. It seemed I had some thinking to do, later we messaged and agreed to be just friends.
A few months later, I was invited to a male friend’s house for drinks and a meal. We’d known each other for years through friends we knew and had decided to share an evening as two single guys with some free time. When I arrived it was dark outside, and he had prepared pasta and salad. We chatted as we ate and then moved onto wine.
We made each other laugh as we drank, eventually moving onto the sofa. Soon we had begun to sing together songs we knew, and we’d forgotten how much time was passing. As we relaxed on the cushions his leg touched mine, but neither of us moved away. I could feel him pressing against me, it suddenly felt electric. He noticed too.
We put our wine glasses down, and our nervous hands met. We both pulled closer, until we were next to each other. There was a look he gave as we both turned our heads, opened our mouths, and closed our eyes. Our lips crashed into one another. I knew what I was supposed to feel, I should have been repelled. Instead I was feeling such bliss.
We held each other close and with moist tongues going backwards and forwards we kissed each other with a passion that I was happy to surrender to. I could feel his smile as our mouths danced together. Neither of us could stop, we were living in the moment. I savoured his taste and rubbed my cheek against his. We began kissing anew and it seemed my skin would cried out whenever we would stop to catch our breath. We caressed each other as our bodies wrapped around together, and the kissing and the fireworks we were feeling continued.
After this, I learned he was already in a relationship, so we agreed not to take things further. I didn’t have anyone I could safely talk to about this. Until I thought to tell the woman I had kissed who was now just a friend. She felt that this had explained why we ended so abruptly. It helped her to understand that it was not her. She has wanted to know more about my hook ups with guys since then and has been a voice if encouragement.
Today, we are still friends, she helps me with my crossdressing and has made dresses and hand bags for me. She listens to me tell her about the men I’ve been with, she knows I’m a sissy, and we go out shopping together. I help her to do her nails, and pick outfits to wear so she can look pretty when she goes on dates with real men. We give each other advice and support. I feel relieved to have found my place. All of this from Two Kisses.