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.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
“I can’t. Please, don’t make me.” Aaron whimpered as we walked through the mall towards the lingerie store. I inhaled deeply, annoyed by the whining. He’s been begging for a sissy task for so long. Claiming he’d do anything I asked of him, so … here we are.
My hand slipped into my pocket and rubbed the remote tucked inside. The remote in my hand controlled the G-spot toy plugged into his ass. My thumb turned the dial, making the plug hum inside of him. His knees buckled, and he grabbed my arm for support. “Oh, Goddess Rita, please. I changed my mind.” I brushed his hands off of me and nodded towards the bubble gum pink store. The look in my eyes was more than enough. Aaron straightened himself and walked in.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Ronnie began using the phone to call his friends and talk. He was in that ‘’stage’’. Every time he would pick up the phone, Mommy Anna would hear the ‘’click’’ and yell from upstairs for him to hang up. She would even wait to hear him whining from downstairs stating ‘’it isn’t fair!’’ and him slamming the phone shut before she would continue as she didn’t want him to hear her talking dirty to her lover… or worse, how they would find excuses for her to spank Ronnie.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
The phone rang and I answered it. On the other line was Sissy Kitty who wanted a naughty spanky session. I set up the time and place and patiently waited for Kitty to come by. An hour later my doorbell rang, I answered, and we headed downstairs to play in my basement palace of toys and treats. Kitty was wearing a light pink tutu with a pink crop top, white nylon stockings, and no panties.
Kitty spun around to show me her whole outfit per my request, and I saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. I told her how naughty she was and already I was going to have to punish her. I had a small stock in the corner which was perfect for humiliating and punishing naughty sissies. Kitty put her head and hands in the holes and I locked it tight.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Derek knew I wanted to go to Las Vegas. As soon as I answered his video call, he panned the camera outward. The Bellagio fountains erupted behind him, with water arcing under the cold platinum glare of floodlights. “Surprise, my little New York raindrop,” he said. His voice rumbled so low I could feel in my bones. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Think of how you looked when you came the last time I touched you.”
I didn’t close my eyes. Instead, I let the image of him fade as the fountains crescendoed, their mechanical thrum syncing with the pulse in my dripping wet pussy. When I looked back, the screen showed not his face, but his body. Drenched in sweat, naked except for the sheen of the Vegas night. His hands slowly traced the curve of his ribs, as if he were sculpting himself out of muscle and clay.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Abby knelt beside my desk. Dressed in red lingerie with her eight-inch dildo shoved up her pussy. Her panties clung tight to the embarrassingly small sissy clit, so I didn’t have to look at it if I happened to catch a glimpse from my peripherals.
My fingers danced over the keys, entertaining a thrilling roleplay with a real man as Abby panted and hugged onto my ankle. Being ignored turned her on so much.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I have always liked the dark side of control. Sometimes, I think back to the hallway of my old school, where the smell of chalk and old books mixed with the scent of my very hot teacher’s cologne. Mr. Harris was my English teacher for three years. He was kind, with a soft voice that could make Shakespeare feel like a whisper in a lover’s ear. To me, anyway.
After graduation I left the town. I moved to the city, and learned how to dress in black leather and how to make a command sound like a promise. I became a domme. This entire time, I kept Mr. Harris’s name in a notebook with his birthday, his favorite coffee, even the way he tapped his pen when he was thinking. It was a secret map, like a game that only I could see.
Isabelle 1844-33-CANDY Ext 464
The wooden screen between us felt like a joke as I pressed my thighs together, my bare folds sticking against the smooth of the kneeler. ” Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” I began, my voice deliberately breathy .” I have been touching myself in the chapel, imagining your hands on my body instead of god’s, a true confessional desecration.”
Father Micheal”s sharp intake was audible even through the lattice. I could almost hear his heartbeat as I continued. “Last night, as I lay in my cot with my habit pushed up in my waist, my fingers circling my clit until I was dripping. I imagine you walking in, catching me, your cassock tented with arousal.”
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Everyone thinks she is the perfect wife. Loyal and sweet. A homemaker! She packs your lunch before you leave for work, kisses you goodbye, and then drops the kids off at school. She cleans your house and goes to the gym. Keeping that perfect figure tight.
Youre the envy of your friends. They all wish they had a wife like yours, but what they don’t know is that after she tucks your kids into bed, she goes to swallow his.