xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Life’s tough, right? You work all the time, leaving you no time for dating. It’s easy to see how much you miss having a woman in your life to listen to you. Just someone to support you and share stories about your day. Even if you don’t have time for one, you want a girlfriend.
I have a solution for you, but like most things that sound too good to be true, it comes with a few painful downfalls.
Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
He’s a wholesome, GOOD man with a dirty little addiction. He’s a hard worker, a wonderful father, and an even better husband, except for one little thing. His naughty little Franny. It started off innocently enough. A quick call to hear a stranger’s voice while masturbating, he didn’t think it would lead to anything further. He’d done it a handful of times before and came out the other side of the call no worse for the wear. There was no warning of what could happen when he connected with Franny. He had no way of knowing, so what was the harm in just one ten-minute phone call?
Only there was something different in this call. Something that was anything but innocent. Her villainous attitude and carefree giggle drew him in, and after one call, he was hooked. Enslaved not only by the woman’s angelic voice but her devious mind!
Francie xXx844-332-2639 xXx 208
You are the most out-of-control sub I have ever had the displeasure of controlling. I’ve considered giving you up entirely. I’m not certain that the measly time you bring is worth the amount of stress you cause. All of my other subs are broken in and performing admirably, but for some reason, you just refuse to submit.
It’s not that you’re a brat. I’ve broken plenty of brats. It’s not that you are too much of a switch because we all know the only reason you ever switch is because you are such a bottom that you’ll switch if your partner needs it, which I clearly don’t. It’s that you just keep making these promises, and the second you are off the phone, you never go through with them. How many times have you begged me to make you eat your cum, and the moment you finish, you wimp out? Honestly, it’s like that for everything, and it’s exhausting. Leave it to me, however, to find a solution. A Remote Controlled Cock Cage is just the thing.
xXx Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
“It was big. Like, bigger than big. I didn’t think I’d be able to take it all, but he didn’t give me a choice.” I tell Sara as I sit on the couch in just my cumfilled panties, recalling my previous night. She is asking about the details when you walk into the room. Eyes hungry as you inspect my naked body.
We’ve been dating for months, and until just now, you had no idea I was stepping out on you. It would be rude to end my conversation with my friend abruptly, so I answered her questions without thought. My little fingers still swirling in the creampie between my legs. Did you know of your casual cucking? Or were you as oblivious as I assumed you to be?
Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208
Mmm, the title caught your attention. You’re curious to indulge, and that’s okay. It’s a little taboo and misunderstood, yet you can’t help much lust for pain. Don’t feel shamed by the ache inside of you; it’s basically Newton’s Third Law in motion. Fucking physics. You want to hurt… and I want to hurt you. I’m the action, and you’ll be my reaction.
It’s a beautiful partnership when a Sadist finds a masochist. A true masochist will desire to accept my pain even outside of the bedroom so long as it brings me pleasure. Imagine yourself at the kitchen sink washing dishes after dinner when I slip up behind you. My arms wrap around you from behind, and my lips tease your ear. Of course, your cock stirs at my touch, but your nervous system instantly goes on alert. Just my predatory arms around you sends you into fight or flight, and it should, because I’d reach over the sink and turn the faucet temperature all the way to the red.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I’ve exhausted. I’m so tired of entitled fucking men. What is it that makes you think you are so great? That you have the right to my time or my fucking feelings? Who even are you?
A fucking nobody. That’s who. Ohh, yes, you claim to be some big, bad important, so and so, but here you are, paying for the attention of a woman who, in normal circumstances, wouldn’t give you a fucking chance. It’s more than pathetic, don’t you agree? Admit it to me. Tell me what a fucking loser you are so I can laugh in your face.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
So you did your research and managed to find an authentic occult bookstore. Curiosity made you summon a Demon Goddess. You were led to the right tome, and took it home, without being asked to pay. When you got there, you began reading through it just for some light research when your entire being was compelled to continue reading. You began casting a summoning spell, in a language you don’t know and, before long, saw me climbing out of the floor.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I recently learned that in the 1700s, “choking” was used as a medical procedure to cure erectile dysfunction. You idiots will go to all lengths to get that dick hard, won’t you? Who needs oxygen to the brain when you could have a stiffy? Of course, I sort of understand how after you’ve tried it once, it can become addicting.
Those strange tingles it causes, and how everything around you fades into the distance, so all you can focus on is the sensations in your body. Once we start treating your limp noodle with Francie’s tight grip around your throat, you’ll become my little gasper for life.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I see you, Dirty Daddy. Standing in my bedroom doorway, just watching me. However, I like to pretend I don’t see you there. Sometimes, when I know you are watching me, I’ll take my slinky PJs off and lay on my back. I like to spread my legs open wide and begin to touch myself.
When my back arches and my head is pushing back into my pillows, I can just catch a small glimpse of my Dirty Daddy. His hand is buried in his sweatpants, and I know he’s touching himself too. We get so fucking hot watching each other.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I’ve never been one to fit into traditional gender roles, so when my newest boyfriend commented that he expected a hot meal to be on the dinner table waiting for him when he got home from work, I simply rolled my eyes. If a man wants a traditional woman, he better be prepared to be a conventional man.
And since I don’t imagine Travis building me a home with a white picketed fence and paying ALL of my bills to support me, the only hot mean he’ll be served is the one between my legs. I didn’t say that, though; I simply kissed him goodbye and wished him a good day at the office.