GLORYHOLE

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I think something is wrong with the new stuffed animal Daddy bought me. I came home with this huge teddybear laying on my bed. The teddy was even taller than me. I thought he was cute, but he was so heavy. I couldn’t pick him up. I’d always wanted a weighted teddy, so I was so excited to sleep with him. I stripped down to my panties, turned off the lights and crawled into bed to snuggle him. The weird thing is, when I laid down to cuddle with him, I felt this hard bulge pressing against my stomach. And when I reached to feel it, I found a zipper. Continue reading “Teddybear with a Gloryhole Surprise Inside” →

2086

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2086

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The steady beeping and whirring of nearby machines slowly wakes you. First, your eyes blink open, revealing a hazy, bright world. The lights make you blink a few more times before a hospital room comes into focus. Surrounding your bed is a crowd of nurses and female doctors. Ohs and awes break out among them, and you hear hushed sounds of excitement. “He’s awake! He’s really awake.”

When you try to rub your eyes and clear this odd dream, you realize your arms are strapped down to the hospital bed, and looking down, your giant erection greets you as it tents the bed sheets. “What’s going on?” You struggle against the restraints, and one of the beautiful nurses presses a stethoscope to your throbbing cock head. Her grin is wide, and she nods to the group. “Don’t do that. What do you mean? Where am I?” You beg them for answers, but they are too busy excitedly chattering to themselves to answer you.

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

He kept trying to read my expression, searching for some kind of hidden meaning that simply wasn’t there. Every compliment rolled off of me like rain on glass, every carefully chosen word was met with a polite smile and nothing more. “I’ve never met anyone like you,”  he said one evening. “I believe you.” I replied taking another sip of my drink.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Beneath me, Marcus’ muscular body contorted into a posture that defied comfort as my gloved fingers traced the angry welts that bloomed across his back like a dark, intricate map. He shuddered and a single gasp escaped his lips, but he didn’t dare speak. He knew the rules of my house…silence was his only currency, and he was currently bankrupt.

“Do you remember the terms, Marcus?” I whispered, amused by our exchange. Instead of waiting for him to answer, I tightened the leather strap I’d secured around his throat, watching the way his eyes widened with terror, then picked up the heavy-duty flogger. I didn’t hold back. The first strike landed with a sickening thwack that echoed off the walls, followed immediately by the wheezing sound of his breath leaving his body.

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Small Dick

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Please tell me you’re not coming to fuck me with that small dick and expecting me to actually get off. Maybe I’m mistaken and what’s in between your legs isn’t even a dick after all. No really, what is it?

I literally can’t tell if it’s a clit or a cock. Your small dick, if you can even call it a dick, is pathetic. Almost as pathetic as you, what is it, like 4 inches? I’m probably being generous with that estimate, huh?

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The heat in my apartment was stifling, but it was nothing compared to the sudden, breathless shift in the room’s atmosphere. One moment, you were standing by the bookshelf; your usual towering, confident self. The next, low hum vibrated through the floorboards, and you were collapsing inward. Your silhouette blurred like a heat mirage.

I blinked, rubbing my eyes. When I looked down, your clothes were pooled on the hardwood floor in a tangled, empty heap.

“What just happened?” I whispered, stepping closer, my heart thumping against my ribs.

A tiny, muffled cough came from the center of your discarded linen shirt. I knelt, the fabric of my robe brushing against my knees, and gently parted the folds. There you were barely; four inches tall, perfectly formed, and utterly vulnerable. Your gaze traveled up the impossible length of my legs, jaw dropping as you took in the sheer scale of me.

A sudden, thrilling wave of power rushed through my veins. You looked so exquisitely helpless down there.

“Well,” I purred, leaning down so my shadow completely engulfed you. “Look at you.”

You scrambled backward, miniature chest heaving; but there was a dark, undeniable heat in your wide eyes. The… Continue reading “My Shrinking Man” →

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Fourth of July is upon us, and it’s time to celebrate the season with fireworks. I can think of fireworks in many different ways. But today, Uncle John is taking me to the celebration, and I can’t wait to see what kind of surprise he has in store for me.

There was a lovely parade during the day, but it turned into evening quickly, and that’s when the fun would begin. The crowd was heavy and Uncle John grabbed me by the hand and led me to a quieter and more private area behind all the food carts. He laid down on the soft grass and grabbed at his bulge in his pants. He said, “I got something that needs to explode but you can’t set it on fire.”

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Office Throat Slut

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Miss Reese,” the crackled voice came through the intercom. “Mr. Davis will see you now.” I stood up and smoothed the simple pencil skirt down my thighs. My blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show off my cleavage, and my tall high heels made no sound as I walked across the carpet to his office.

Carefully, I pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped into his office. Mr. Davis was on the phone, no doubt with a high-paying client. He didn’t look up from his notepad but crooked a finger for me to begin. I licked my lips as he pushed his big office chair back from the desk. Dropping down to my hands and knees, I crawled to my position under his desk. Our eyes did meet then, just briefly, as I sat on my heels and began to unzip his pants.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

We all got such a good night’s sleep after our full body massages with wonderfully happy endings. We woke up so refreshed and ready for the last activity of our bachelorette weekend. After a big breakfast, we headed to the spa. It was built in an underground cavern with natural mineral springs. People come from near and far to experience the healing properties. We were going to get detoxifying clay body wraps. I’d never had anything like it before so I was intrigued and excited. 

They took us deep into the cave, down a cold, dark hallway. We finally reached a room lit up with red lighting and full of massage type tables. There was a man standing at each table ready to start slathering us with warm clay. It felt so good. I almost fell asleep. But then he started wrapping me up in a material textured somewhere gauze and burlap. With each layer he wrapped tighter and tighter, until I was fully bound and unable to move. I had to just relax and take deep breaths. Otherwise I began to feel claustrophobic and panic.The only parts of my body that weren’t covered were my head and crotch.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My boyfriend, Angelo, was currently in the other room, with his headset clamped over his ears. His thumbs twitched against a controller as he navigated digital battlefields. He felt safe there, cocooned in a reality where he was the hero. Unlike the reality of our house.

My “friend,” William, had stopped by and was leaning against our kitchen island. He didn’t look at me with the weary, predictable comfort that Angelo offered. He looked at me as if he was planning to devour me whole. After a bit of innocent flirting back and forth, William stepped closer to me. “He’s still playing?” he murmured, before licking his lips.

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