Author: Cory

pegging

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Daniel had been hinting for weeks. Little comments about my strength, lingering eye contact that held a shade too much heat. I’m not blind. And honestly? I was curious. We were finishing up his last session when he dropped the bomb. “So, Cory,” he said, winded after I finally let him cum, “I was wondering…you ever, uh…you know…” He trailed off, a blush creeping up his neck. I smirked. “Peg someone?” I finished for him. He nearly spit out his water.

“I…well, yes. I’ve always been curious about what that would feel like.” Daniel was a handsome guy, all sculpted muscle and nervous energy. The thought of taking control and ass fucking him was more than appealing. “I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to explore that one together,” I admitted, figuring honesty was the best policy. His eyes widened. “Really?”

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abdl

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James was one of my regulars. He was a successful architect, intelligent and articulate in his professional life, but beneath the veneer of competence was a deep-seated need for comfort and discipline. The contrast was often poignant. He stood on the porch, clutching a worn teddy, his eyes wide and a little anxious. “Cory,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Hey, sweetie,” I replied, opening the door wider. “Come on in. It’s chilly out.”

He shuffled inside, immediately drawn to the cozy warmth of my living room. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air, the soft lighting casting a comforting glow. A playpen sat discreetly in the corner, surrounded by toys and plush blankets. It was a sanctuary. “Rough day?” I asked, gesturing towards the plush armchair. He nodded, burying his face in the teddy. “Mr. Henderson keeps micromanaging everything.” I knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his back. “Sounds stressful, honey. Did you remember to wear your pull-up today?” He nodded again, a small blush creeping up his neck. “Yes, Mama.” “Good boy,” I praised, my voice soft but firm. “Did you have any accidents?”

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julio

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I’ve known Julio since college. We bonded over bad cafeteria food and worse poetry. He was always a bit intense. He felt things deeply, maybe too deeply. So, when he called me, his voice laced with a melange of excitement and shame, I should have been less surprised. “Cory,” he started, the word almost a gasp, “I need to tell you something. Something kinda fucked up.” I braced myself. With Julio, it could be anything from accidentally setting his apartment on fire while trying to flambé bananas to getting into a philosophical argument with an inanimate object.

This was different, though. I could hear it in his voice, that ragged edge of genuine distress. He told me about the photos. An old shoebox he’d found while helping his mother sort through her attic. Candid shots from her twenties, a lifetime ago. She was beautiful, vibrant, radiating a joy that Julio confessed he’d never really seen in her. And, yes, she was with other people. Arms around her waist, laughter on their faces, in various states of undress and even sexual positions, all moments of intimacy frozen in time.

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Cory

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Mr. Harrison, a client I’d only heard whispers about, watched me with an unnerving intensity. He was older, distinguished, with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and simmering amusement. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt like I’d stepped into a different dimension.

“Honey,” he’d instructed, his voice a low rumble. “Something undeniably, gloriously sticky.” My pantry offered few options at that hour. I grabbed the honey, the golden liquid thick and viscous in the bottle. Its sweetness suddenly felt cloying, almost threatening. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. Another woman, Julie, stood across from me, her face a mask of professional detachment. “Mr. Harrison has a challenge for you, Julie,” he announced, his gaze shifting between us.

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orgy

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I stood in the plush hotel room, my heart pounding in my chest. Reed was seated in a chair, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Of course, I was dressed to the nines. My curves were accentuated by a form-fitting dress that hugged me in all the right places. The scent of my perfume filled the room, a subtle hint of seduction that hung in the air. My stilettos clicked rhythmically against the floor as I walked towards a chair, inviting Reed to strip down and have a seat.

A sudden knock echoed through the room, and I winked at Reed. I opened the door, and there they were – four strapping, brawny men, each one more enticing than the last. They stood before us, clad only in their underwear, their muscles rippling beneath their tanned skin. “Have mercy,” I thought to myself, as a wicked grin spread across my face.

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familiar

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The screen door slammed shut, and I heard the familiar thud of Ronnie’s sneakers hitting the worn wooden floor. “Mama Cory, we’re back!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the small house. His sister, bless her heart, trailed behind him, her face a picture of quiet contemplation.

Last Sunday was supposed to be a good one. I’d given my son Ronnie and his sister the donation money for church, a whole twenty dollars, carefully saved from my meager earnings at the diner. Church donations weren’t compulsory, but I liked to give what I could to help with church expenses. It was my way of contributing to the community, teaching Ronnie and his sister to be charitable human beings.

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unique

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Okay, so, my boyfriend, Mark, has a unique hobby. He likes to have “accidents” his pants. I know, I know. It sounds like something an adult wouldn’t find hilarious, but for Mark, it’s apparently peak adult entertainment. Look, I’m not judging. Much. When he first confessed his little passion, I choked on my kombucha. It was a first date, mind you. Smooth, right? But I’m a pretty open-minded person, and honestly, after the initial shock wore off, I was mostly just curious. Plus, he’s really cute. And makes a mean lasagna.

He explained it all, bless his heart, turning bright red. He insisted it wasn’t just the wetting part and that he was also really into the aftercare. The whole helpless, vulnerable thing. Me taking care of him. The diapering. Okay, the diapering was a new level. I’ll admit, the first time I changed him, I felt like I was babysitting. It was awkward. I kept giggling, which he did not appreciate. “Seriousness!” he’d whine, voice muffled by the onesie he insisted on wearing for the occasion.

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dream

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I had a dream about you last night. You showed up at my door wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of tight grey boxer briefs. I let you in and you lead me to my bed, where you ravaged me for hours. I woke up with a start, my body aching with a familiar throb between my legs. The dream was still vivid in my mind, your smile, your body, your fucking touch. I could still feel your hands on my skin, your lips on my neck, your cock inside me. I groaned, my pussy already wet and ready. I wanted you, and I wanted you now.

I looked at the clock, it was early, but I picked up my phone and sent you a message. You responded almost immediately. “Is that so? And what exactly did I do to you in this dream of yours?” you replied, your words making my pussy throb even more. I bit my lip, my fingers already tracing the outline of my pussy through my panties. “You fucked me, hard and deep. You made me scream your name, made me beg for more. You made me cum so many times, I lost count.” I replied, my voice already breathless.

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ABDL

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Yesterday was one of those days where my little ABDL was just…off. Cranky doesn’t even begin to cover it. He was fussy, clingy, and nothing seemed to make him happy. I spent the morning trying different things. Toys, cuddles, a change of scenery – nothing seemed to break through his little storm cloud. He was clearly uncomfortable, and my heart ached to ease his distress. I’ve learned to recognize the signs, and a big one was the escalating fussiness that usually precedes a desperate need for sleep.

Knowing he was likely overtired, I decided to try a gentle approach. First, I ran a lukewarm bath. The warm water often works wonders, relaxing his body and washing away the grumps. As I gently bathed him, I talked softly, humming little tunes and making silly faces. I could feel his tension slowly melting away as he splashed and played, even managing a few smiles.

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Thor

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I’ve always considered myself open-minded, a bit of a “yes” woman when it comes to experiences. But Tuesday? Tuesday redefined my definition of “experience.” It all started innocently enough. A friend, we’ll call him “Dave” (because, well, that’s his name), casually dropped the most bizarre question I’ve heard in a while. “Hey, Cory,” he said, nervously, “Do you know anyone who would come over and, uh, fuck you while I watch?”

My brain short-circuited for a solid five seconds. Was this some kind of elaborate prank? An intervention disguised as a weird request? Nope. Dave was serious. Now, I’m not one to shy away from the unconventional. Life’s too short to be vanilla, right? So, after confirming that Dave wasn’t under the influence of anything stronger than herbal tea, I decided, “Why the heck not?”

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