Freedom in Femininity

[westcate]

I feel so pretty. So feminine. So alive. So happy.

[westcate]

I am meant to be the beautiful, submissive wife of a strong, dominant man.

[westcate]

In my heart of hearts, I am a woman.

[westcate]

The thing about this dress is every luscious curve of my body is on display. I can’t help but feel a little thrill, the way good looking men stare at me when I wear it.

[westcate]

Sometimes I want to dress and act in a way where there’s really only one inescapable conclusion: I’m a rich bitch.

[westcate]

I suppose it sounds a little needy, but I really do wait around all day, hoping he’ll call.

[westcate]

I can’t help but think how much curvier I’ve become, day by day my hips growing wider, my butt more full. I feel so womanly. So feminine. So fertile.

[westcate]

I couldn’t help but wear this outfit for a day of sailing long the coast.

[westcate]

A beautiful day to be by the sea.

[westcate]

I’ve never minded getting older, because I only get closer to my femininity.

[westcate]

This skimpy little bathing suit is so tight against my pussy.

[westcate]

I feel so pretty. All the time, now. Every day. It’s wonderful.

[westcate]

He should know. He does know. I do all this for him.

[westcate]

The sun feels so hot and warm on my smooth skin, my supple thighs, my slim shoulders, my big butt.

[westcate]

There is something about summer that makes me feel girly.

[westcate]

He found me and made me his wife. Soon I’ll be the mother of his children. He means everything to me.

[westcate]

It’s not about where I am or what I wear. It’s a feeling. A feeling of femininity. I am finally free.