We took a vacation. 

Silly me.  I thought it would involve travel and recreation, some nice meals, walking on the beach.

It was all of that.  Oh, and it was also a torment of repressed sissy cravings, stream-of-consciousness fantasies, and constant sissy arousal. 

I was crossdressed and stoned at 11:15 this morning, the morning after we returned home.  The feeling of a damn bursting is hard to describe.  It was the sort of arousal that leaves one reeling, with eyes rolled back, shaking and babbling.  It lasted until 13:30, when She returned from the store.  I was by that time, able to dress as a passable straight suburban tax-paying consumer, but inside I was a cauldron of feminine desires.

Deeper.  All I know is the craving to go deeper.

 /H