Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I need you to make me cum. I want you to bend me over right now, grab my hips and plunge your huge, hard cock deep into my tight, dripping wet pussy. I’m so horny, my clit throbbing, ready for you to fill me up completely.
Bury that fat dick in my throbbing cunt as far as it will go. Make me gasp and moan as you stretch my walls around your thick shaft. Let me feel every ridge and vein rubbing against my sensitive insides with each deep thrust.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
As I sit here, penning these scandalous words to you, my heart races with anticipation. The forbidden fruit – a taste that’s oh so sweet, yet hides a poison that could destroy lives. And yet, we’re drawn to it, aren’t we? The thrill, the danger, the sheer erotic power of our illicit affair.
I know what you’re thinking. How could I, a mere stranger, tempt you to betray your vows, to risk everything for a tumble in the sheets with me? But it’s not just about the sex, is it? No, this is something deeper, darker, more primal. A connection that transcends the mundane routines of married life.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
When we first met, I had no idea that beneath your shy, reserved exterior hid the most deliciously debased, submissive little worm. At first, I thought it was cute how you blushed at the slightest compliment, how you stumbled over your words in my presence. But as I got to know you better, I realized that your meekness was not merely a charming facade – it was the very essence of who you are.
Oh, the things you make me do to get you even slightly aroused! The filthy names I have to call you, the degrading taunts I must whisper in your ear as I “accidentally” brush against your crotch. “Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I ask with a giggle, knowing full well it’s neither – it’s just your microscopic pecker twitching pathetically in its cage.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
The pungent smell of cummie diaper hits my nostrils as I enter my bedroom. Oh man, is there a diaper boi in my room tonight? What am I going to do about that?
I carefully make my way across the dark room. As I get closer to the source of the smell, my heart starts to race with anticipation. Suddenly, the moonlight from the window illuminates a bulging diaper bottom protruding out from under the covers of the bed. I’ve found the diaper boi.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I hope you’re feeling that delicious mixture of frustration and arousal, because I’ve got you locked up tight in that chastity cage, and I’m the only one who holds the key.
I know how much you crave release, how desperately you want to feel your cock throbbing and spurting as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. But I’m the one who decides when – or even if – you get to experience that exquisite sensation.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It’s DAY OF THE HEAD, baby. That’s right, the day where I worship your wonderous cock. Because today is all about giving you the best damn blowjob of your life.
I’m the goddess who kneels before your altar, ready to take your entire length down my throat. The pressure on your dick from my tight lips and tongue is a heaven you’ve never experienced before.
It’s a celebration of my oral skills and the joy I get from gazing up at you in adoration as I service you. Watching the bliss on your face as I deepthroat your cock, gagging and sputtering on your meat. Mmm that sound never gets old. My throat is your happy place and your happy place is the second my tongue wraps around your prick.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Oh honey, it’s so good to be home after a long night of fucking another man. You know how much I love to cum. Well, guess what? I did, and I did it hard. Over and over again, all night long, darling cuck. He absolutely wrecked me. The things he can do with that big, juicy cock of his… mmff, just thinking about it is making me wet again. So now it’s time to clean me up!
But for now, I’m going to make you clean up the mess. You know, get on your hands and knees and eat me out until I’m spotless. Get every last drop of that stud’s cum that’s dripping out of me. I want you to savor the taste of his seed, cuck. Suck it up like the thirsty little bitch you are. Show me how much you love being the clean-up crew after I get gang banged.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My third session with Dr. Jenson started off like any other. I laid myself bare, opening up about my deepest insecurities and anxieties. He listened intently, jotting down notes and offering words of comfort as any good therapist would. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered on my body just a bit too long as I spoke about my troubled past.
I felt vulnerable, my guard down in that moment. I know now that he sensed this, saw an opportunity to exploit my fragility. “Let me help you feel better,” he purred, setting aside his notepad to turn in his chair towards me. His hand slid up my bare thigh and I froze.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I have quite the surprise for you tonight after work. You know how you just love it when I wear a nice, lacy pair of panties for you? Well, I’ve been holding onto this one special pair for a while now, just for you.
Let me tell you, they are SO ripe and smelly after being worn for hours on end. I’ve been secretly keeping them in a plastic bag whenever I change out of them, just to really let the stench settle in. And I think you’re going to love that I even made the extra effort to cum inside them a few times too! Mmm, the inside is absolutely coated in my sticky girl cum.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
As the first leaves began to change and flutter to the ground, ushering in the arrival of fall, I found my mind wandering to the young man who lived next door. Not the balding, middle-aged father, but his handsome college-aged son.
One crisp September evening, I saw the boy unloading boxes from his car after returning home for a visit. I pretended not to notice him as I bent over to adjust my flower pots on the porch, intentionally giving him quite a view. He stumbled and nearly dropped a box, his eyes locked on the generous slope of my breasts.
The next day, I appeared at his door with an apple pie, claiming it was a “Welcome Home” gesture. He invited me in and I made sure to “accidentally” brush against him as I passed by. Our bodies touched ever so briefly, but the spark between us could have lit a fire.