Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I’m a new volunteer today. Want to know what I’m volunteering for? Diaper Daycare! Once a month the local daycare sponsors our lovely adult babies and they all get together in their favorite diaper brands and crawl around like the little toddlers they are. This little guy, Mike, told me he loves when I play detective and pick out the smelliest little one and embarrass them in front of everyone. I’m going to take pictures so I can get with my girlfriends and laugh about it later.

I walked into the center of the room as I watched all the little ones crawl around me. Everyone was so cute skedaddling around in their little Pampers and Luvs. There was the cute little boy sitting in the corner of the room sucking on his little paci. He had little blonde curls and was playing with some toys.

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fucking

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The first man I truly “noticed” was Mr. Harrow, the 58‑year‑old owner of the corner bakery. I would watch him knead dough with a rhythm that reminded me of a heartbeat, with his forehead creasing in concentration and his eyes flickering over the pastries as if he were measuring the stories they could tell.

I didn’t understand at the time, but the way he laughed made me feel that I was in the presence of someone who could teach me a few things. My infatuation grew, not in the shallow way of a teen crush, but more like a slow, deliberate ache. I started to linger at the bakery after school, pretending to need a croissant while really just wanting to hear the soft rustle of his cardigan as he moved. I’d catch his eye, and for a heartbeat he’d smile.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, I have an issue.” She confessed during our first session that her husband’s cock was closer to the size of a clit. And she had never been sexually turned on by him. She found herself fantasizing about fucking huge hard cocks.

I told her that honesty is the best policy. It’s probably nothing he doesn’t already know. And it would probably turn him on to hear the truth. She agreed to give it a try and let me know how it goes.

Two weeks later, she reported back. There was a new pep in her step and sparkle in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to tell me about what happened. That night when he got home, she told him about our session. She said that he was immediately intrigued and even seemed excited. So she continued to tell him the truth, from their wedding night. She was so disappointed. He started to squirm as she told him. At first, she thought that it was making him extremely uncomfortable. But then she realized that it was getting him extremely hard. So she told him about fantasizing about bigger, harder cocks that last long enough to give her multiple orgasms.

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Women's Clothing

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639

Skirts, bras, panties, stockings… high heels. It’s time you stopped thinking of these things as “Women’s clothing.” They are for you, too. I mean, they come in your size and look so good on your body. If wearing panties under your work clothing makes you happy, why shouldn’t you wear them?

Don’t you feel more confident when soft, nylon stockings hug your every curve under a pair of your boring jeans?

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Mistress Mary
Mary – 1844-332-2639 x 350 
No one knows the story of how I became Mistress Mary. For some reason, I’m inclined to write about it.  Mr. Cox led me to the secret room in his basement across from my nanny suite, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Walking into the room I had become nervous, because I was barely legal at that time, but I knew I wanted to feel his strong body and big, heavy cock inside of me. I often watched him run in the mornings, and seeing his cock sway from side to side turned me on so much. I had to pleasure myself before I got ready to serve the family for the day. He never knew how much I dreamt about him burying his head between my legs.

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Earn Mommy's Cock Milk

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

“Um, Miss Alexus,” The little foster boy stumbled into my bedroom late one night. “I’m hungry.” His cheeks blushed when I patted the bed beside me.

“Come up here, and call me Mommy.” I shifted so the bulge in my panties was prominent. My fingers stroked over the fabric as I looked at the curious little thing. He licked his lips, and I asked, “Are you ready to earn Mommy’s milk?”

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fantasy roleplay

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

There was a time when I spent my mornings sipping coffee on the pier while the rope‑clad sailors shouted orders and hauled nets. Every time a burly deckhand looked in my direction, I felt a flutter in my already dripping wet pussy. I began to wonder whether I was simply attracted to the smell of tar and brine or to the swagger that comes with a life spent battling waves.

One breezy afternoon I decided to test my theory. I slipped into a striped nautical tee (my version of a sailor’s uniform, though I lacked the appropriate boots) and strutted down to the pier, pretending I could read the tide charts. Almost instantly, I caught the eye of one young seafarer, a lanky fellow with a tattoo of an anchor on his bicep, pretending to mend a net. I tipped my hat and said, “Mind if I borrow a rope? I’m feeling a little tangled up in my own fantasies.” He chuckled and offered me a spare coil. His fingers brushed my palm in a way that felt like a secret handshake between the tides and my imagination.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

“Rachel, see me after class” Professor Beckett whispered as he brushed past my desk. My heart immediately started racing at the thought of what on earth might happen next. And my pussy started getting wet in anticipation. But he didn’t lock the door after everyone was gone. He usually locks the door. But instead he came and sat down beside me. He began to explain that people like to talk. And somehow word had gotten back to the dean of the school that we had been messing around. I guess someone saw or heard something. So he said that there was only one way for him to keep his job and for me not to get expelled. He said it wasn’t easy to talk the dean into it, but he finally did. So he told me that I better not screw it up. He told me to go up to his office, get under his desk and wait for him. When he sits down at the desk, it’s my cue to unzip his pants and give him the blowjob of his life because Professor Beckett’s career and my education depend on it.

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Turning Johnny Into a Foot Cuck

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

The house party was in full swing, and the couches were packed full of people playing games and drinking. Johnny and I took a seat on the floor by the coffee table. I wiggled up into his lap, and he was playing with my hair when I noticed Molly had her feet on the table. Johnny gets so horny for stocking feet, and I wondered if he was getting excited seeing her little toes wiggle around as she laughed.

I look back at him and reached out for her left foot. My thumb dug up her arch, and Molly moaned. Her little toes splaying out inside her socks. “Molly, your feet are so tiny! What size are they?”  Under me, I could feel Johnny’s cock waking up.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Prove you’re man enough for me. I told him. Lots of guys think that they are just some kind of gift to this earth and to women. But in reality, women aren’t that easily pleased. They may pretend to be satisfied. And they probably even fake their orgasms. For some reason women feel the need to be submissive and feminine. They think they should try to restrain and hide their strong, confident, masculine energy. Because many men are intimidated by a strong woman. But I’m tired of those weak, insecure men. I like men with big dick energy, that don’t feel the need to have to prove that they are a “MAN”. Because they know they are. And they are man enough to handle a strong woman like me. It’s such a turn on when a man is secure enough to let me take over and dominate him in bed. I will start with a strip tease of course while I slowly undress him. Once I get him completely stripped down to nothing, I tease him. Then I lay him down and straddle his face. I make him eat my pussy until I cum all over him.

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