Author: Francie

francies game night

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It’s game night, and I can’t help but get excited. I love when we gather around the table for some Table Top Games. You were so thoughtful, bringing snacks for all of us at the table. Everyone looks so cute in their little homemade outfits, dressing up as their characters. My character is very forward, and my outfit stands out quite a bit as the most scantily clad one in the group. I can see everyone’s erections as they approach the table for our Role Playing Game. It’s fun, and I love our time together, but I always have a different kind of role-playing in mind.

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Katie and I park, I shouldn’t have driven, but I knew if I called you for a ride, you’d be mad. So we stumble up the driveway, and Katie giggles that the house is dark and that we got away with it. I shake my head and point, the porch lights on, and I can see your shadow in the rocking chair. Fuck, I grab her arm and tell her we should just go to her house, but she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, confident my brother won’t punish me with her there. She’s had a crush on you for a while, and it just makes me sick.
She drags me up the walk, and you stand up with your arms crossed over your chest. “Franny,’ You talk down to me. I hold a hand up to stop you and try to walk past you, but I teeter over into Katie. “Look, look. We’re fine. We’re going to bed. You don’t have to say anything.”

You roll your eyes and tell me how late we are and that you can see I’m wasted, which is inexcusable.

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Mistress's pet should only bark

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“W-wait,” My little pet whimpered under me as I lined the thick strap-on under his tail. I wound the leash around my fist and tugged up harder, so his collar pulled against his windpipe. “Hold on a second,” He choked. He tried to push himself up on his hands instead of his elbows to slacken the taunt leash. “Mistress, that one is too big!”

“What was that?” I growled and rammed the strap-on into his tight little pucker. “Pets should only bark.”

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Valentine’s day, yuck. Love, yuck. Why do we even need a stupid lovey, dovey holiday when ninety percent of couples are unhappy anyway? It’s literally the dumbest day of the year. Just like every year, I won’t be going out and spreading the stupidity of the love fest.

No, for Valentine’s Day, I’m nice and comfy on my couch, in my favorite PJs, watching reality tv. The kinda stuff we should celebrate! Cheating and drama! That’s real life, not looOovveee. Just as I scrapped the last spoon full of ice cream from the empty carton, I heard a weird noise in my bedroom.  Being alone in the house isn’t normally scary, but I don’t often think an intruder is hiding in my bedroom. Armed with my spoon, I tiptoe down the hall and gently nudge my bedroom door open with my toe. I’m shocked to see cupid standing on my bed with his bright red arrow aimed right at me!

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As your superior at the office, I’m constantly disappointed in your performance. You appear lazy, disorganized, and unfocused. No matter how often I correct you, the message just hasn’t gotten through. It’s obvious how you drool over my body all day long and that your unruly cock is the reason for you being the office bad boy.

Performance reports were released this morning, and my boss is angry. He says if you don’t shape up immediately, I’ll have to let you go. The simple truth is that I’m too busy to do your job and mine, and hiring someone new just takes too long. And it doesn’t promise the new candidate will be any better behaved than you. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I saunter over to your desk about half an hour before quitting time. Pre-usual, your hungry gaze zeros in on my tits, popping from my button-up blouse and the way my tight pencil skirt hugs the curve of my ass. “We’re staying after to finish the work you’ve allowed to become late. After everyone leaves, join me in my office.”

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Soul Sucking Succubus Desires

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A soul-sucking succubus.

Don’t worry, baby. Your soul isn’t the only thing I’ll be sucking. My mouth is made for much more than trash-talking and laughing at your stupid pencil dick.

I enjoy tonguing down every inch of your desires until I locate your weakness. Once I know exactly how to turn you on, I’ll keep you there—edging you to your breaking point. When you do finally break for me, I’ll sit back, smoke a cigarette and laugh.

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A cuck really is a girl’s true best friend. Think about it. He is a man solely devoted to her pleasure without pressing her with expectations. This is why the only men I’ll actually date are beta cucks. I prefer men I can take advantage of while still enjoying good, hard dick from the kind of men I only ever fuck. Dating a bull only leads to a broken heart.

My current cuckie is brand new to this type of relationship style, and his jealousy sometimes gets the better of him. It’s so cute to watch the confusion cross over his face when he so desperately wants to be mad, but his dick is the hardest it’s ever been. So I decided since he’s been such a good sport, I should give him a little gift.

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Francie needs a human ashtray

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Welcome, slave. I’m so glad you’ve signed up to be my human ashtray. You should be fucking grateful to even be in my presence. Get to your knees and crawl here. Have you always been such a fat slob? This is going to stop now; I want a slave who is pleasing to the eye. From now on, you will only eat what I provide, and you’ll work out an hour a day: cardio and weights. You’ve let yourself go, and why shouldn’t you when you have no other purpose?

Well, now, ashtray, you have a purpose. To please me. Pick up that lighter and flick the flame to life. I’ll lean in close, the smell of my perfume making your prick ache to be closer to me. Don’t worry, little slut. I’ll toy with that clit if you’re well-behaved.

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We’ve been friends for, gee, I don’t even remember. Ages! And while you always say you like girls, I’ve never seen you actually date one. So I’ve started to get suspicious that maybe you aren’t as straight as you claim. So to find out exactly, I invited you for a day out. A little shopping, lunch on me, just a fun day out, and you seemed excited to be spending time with me.

We’d wander the strip mall and had a fun little lunch, but when we got in the car, I rubbed my hand down my legs and sighed. “Sorry, babe. I didn’t realize my legs were THIS bad. Do you care if we swing by the salon real fast? I miss being smooth” You just shrugged and said you didn’t mind. I bet if you knew what I really had planned, you’d have changed that answer.

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Francie gets a house slave for Christmas

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All I wanted for Christmas was my very own house slave. A man who I could boss around and fuck whenever I wanted. You know, a boy toy who has no say if, when, or how. He just is there when I want to use him and locked in a closet when I don’t. I figured the best place to find one would be the bar. I dressed super sexy, with my handy helper powder tucked in my purse.

Mmm, I was in luck! There were lots of sexy men hanging out tonight. All I had to do was take my pick. That’s when I saw you sitting at the bar, scrolling through your phone—not even paying attention to that glass by your side. I prepped my helper and “accidentally” bumped into you. As you looked up to see who’d tripped against you, I dumped the helper into your drink and began apologizing for disturbing you. When you saw how sexy I was, you asked if you could buy me a drink.

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