Under The Snow Moon

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Arm in arm, Anna and I trudged through the freshly fallen powder. Several feet of perfectly unique frozen flakes had drifted from the heavens for days on end, but not tonight. Under the bright light of the Snow Moon, nothing shifted. Only the sounds of our boots shuffling through the pure white layer, which was constantly swallowing up our feet as we moved, and the huff of condensation misting from our mouths could be heard.

The woods were eerily silent under the heavy moon. As if every creature and being were hiding from its exposure. Anna squeezed my elbow tight against her side as she looked up at the face of the moon staring back at us. “This one is powerful.” She turned her gaze on me, and my body trembled, not from fear or cold but from the excitement of the coming ritual.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Now the fun in the playroom had spiked! Sluterella seemed to be getting more and more comfortable (and mouthy) the more we passed her around. She was getting hornier and hornier, tasting more of her precum for each PSO who took ownership over her.

I watched, while setting up other calls, as Amber used the black whore and passed her to Anna. By the time Anna was finished putting the little bitch on her knees, she was back in my DM’s begging to cum. “Please, Ma’am. I did my job, I got passed around, may I cum?” I smirked into my screen and told her she’d have to wait till my current call was finished. Denying desperate cocks always makes my own panties wet. Plus, I was anxious to see that fucking cock again!  Continue reading “Passing Around Sluterella Part Three” →

control

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They come to me looking for control. No, worse. They come pretending they want it, like submission is some romantic fantasy spun from silk and flowers and candlelight. But I must disillusion you. Control isn’t soft. It’s the echo of a belt on bare skin. It’s the look in someone’s eyes when they realize they’ve gone too far and there’s no going back. I don’t do gentle. I don’t do forgiveness. And I certainly don’t do second chances. I’m the consequence you didn’t think you’d earn.

Last night, a man called me “Stella, darling” during a session. Not “Ma’am.” Not “Mistress.” Darling. I didn’t correct him. I let him ruin himself with his own carelessness. We were in the basement. The one with the cold concrete floor and the steel cuffs bolted to the wall. He was on his knees, trembling. Not from fear (yet), but from anticipation. That always amuses me. The hope humans carry, even when they’re already doomed to fail.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I just can’t get enough of my little ones. And I knew I had so much love to give. But I couldn’t just continue to have more and more. So that’s when I decided to start Mommy Julie’s Daycare. I was so excited to have so many little ones to nurture, care for, and love. So much time went into planning the layout. The kitchen was completely stocked with little dishes, bottles, sippy cups, juices, snacks, and stuff to make healthy homemade meals for them. I have a cupboard of natural remedies for everything from tummy troubles to teething pain and everything in between. And I was working on increasing my milk supply enough to be able to breast feed them all. Their little playroom was full of fun and educational toys. The nap room had cozy cribs, little beds, and a lullaby player. But maybe most exciting of all was the changing station.

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doctor fetish

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Under the sterile clinic lights, wearing my favorite red dress felt like a mistake. “Amber?” A nurse called from the doorway, with a clipboard in her hand. Her smile was tight, but professional. “Dr. Lorne will see you now.”

I followed, as my heels tapped too loud against the linoleum. The exam room was cold. Paper-covered table, stirrups gleaming like instruments of some forgotten ritual. Then he walked in. Dr. Lorne. Tall. Calm. Silver watch on his left wrist…the kind that ticks just loud enough to sync with your pulse if you’re listening. He didn’t look at my chart. He looked at me. Not in a leering way. Worse. Like he already knew things.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I think I need a new laptop, because I was trying to work on another project for school, but I had to use my brothers instead. His internet was acting wonky, so I had to clear cache and search history, and boy, what did I find? He was watching all guy porn, where the main guy was getting fucked by a dildo in the mouth and the ass. That made my mind wander and wonder what my brother’s been thinking. But I think I could pull something off that would make him very happy!

It was the next morning, and I went down for breakfast, and my brother John was already down there eating cereal. “I’ve seen your search history. Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to try that?” I asked. He looked at me confused, but then immediately turned embarrassed because he knew what I was talking about. I told him that I had plenty of friends and multiple toys, and I knew we could make his fantasy come to life, if he was brave enough!

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I am still in shock over Mr. Martin’s confession. I’d already decided that I wasn’t going to tell him that Mrs. Martin had come into work. She’d found credit card receipts and suspected that he was having an affair. There was no way I could tell her that it was me, or that he also messed around with my uncle. But none of that even mattered anymore. He confessed that he wanted more. He wanted me to find him a young boy my age. Then he wanted me to teach him how to pleasure a man like Mr. Martin. Wow, it was all a lot to swallow. Pun intended, lol. But none the less, I was ready to find the perfect boy for him. And I knew deep down who that was. My friend from HS Danny. He had always been a curious panty boy. So I contacted him and sure enough he was on board with the plan.

When Danny got to my apartment, his apparent giddiness proved how excited he really was. I got him all dressed up in some of my lingerie. Then we heard a knock on the door. It was Mr. Martin.

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Mammas Boy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Hi there, my little adult baby mammas boy! How was your weekend my sweet baby? Did you have a busy one and now are ready for mommy to snuggle you after we get you ready for bed? You know how much I love bedtime with my babies so I can’t wait for you to experience it with mommy Lucy.

First we have to take that old stinky diaper off of you so you can get into the tub for some playtime. Do you want your rubber ducky? Or maybe you want to draw some pictures on the wall of the tub with your cute little soaps. I’ll make sure to add lots and lots of bubbles for you too. Mommy will be right there beside you, playing with you and helping you get all washed up.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

My subby hubby loves to pamper me before a good hard pegging.  He says it puts him into the right frame of mind.  Last night I knew he was craving my lady cock when he pulled out the pedicure bin.  He pulled off my stockings and set them aside to wash out later.  Then he lifted my feet up onto an ottoman and knelt next to it.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’d somehow ended up at a friend’s backyard BBQ, half-listening to a conversation about the merits of different BBQ sauces. That’s when I noticed him leaning against the grill with his shirt sleeves rolled up. His fingers were absently toying with a set of tongs, just as I noticed the sunlight glinting off his wedding ring. Not that I was ogling, of course. I was just appreciating the way his hands moved. When our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow and I froze.

He ambled over, clutching a plate of ribs like a peace offering, and we fell into that classic small-talk rhythm. Compliments on the food, jokes about the humidity, a shared eye-roll at someone’s questionable ketchup-to-mayo ratio. But then, out of nowhere, he asked, “You ever fix a leaky faucet?” and I blinked, because what? “No,” I said, laughing. “I just turn off the water and pretend it’s not dripping.” He chuckled, of course.

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