slave_Heidi's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog Same Old News "Same old" in the sense that I'm stoned, crossdressed and indescribably horny, as a result. Nitro and glycerine. Oh, and I'm stoned writing again. That's becoming "a thing". Two weeks on the road. Two weeks of salad, exercise and abstinence. Well, not sexual abstinence. Actually, in such virtuous settings, regular sexual release seems to induce a sort of hormonal "heterosexual calm" upon me. Rather, it was abstinence from weed or crossdressing. I can't say it was even a big deal. No sweat. I came home and was *POOF* enveloped by the Pink Fog. It was overwhelmingly intense. I got high. I got dressed. Then again the next day, when I was supposed to be at home working. It was an early day session, my resolve to stay straight lasting through the breakfast cleanup, and I was awaiting my wife's return by noon. As the hours passed, I watched with mixed concern and arousal, as I continued to hit on the bong. I'm getting higher. Wife's return getting nearer. I knew that I should stop, but I felt compelled, entranced, enthralled, seduced. Then an important thing happened. I imagined Her laughing. I imagined how Heidi felt at that moment, standing there in my lingerie, stoned out of my mind, and feeling helpless as the seconds passed before my wife came home. I imagined that she felt triumphant, gleeful, powerful. Let me explain a bit further. The boundaries of common sense came and went. I recall knowing exactly when I was beyond even trying. I was so stoned that I was almost incapacitated; floating, smoking, eyes rolling, caressing my stockings and swooning...and her car entered the driveway. TBC...     Posted on : Dec 10, 2016     Add Comment slave_Heidi Comments: 32 Commented on Jun 29, 2017 ...and She just looked at me and laughed!