Author: Kayla

Eric's Strip Club Adventure

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Eric is tall, really tall, and so handsome, but he has a humiliating secret. His dick is small as fuck! It’s so funny that everyone thinks he’s packing just because of his height! I thought, what better way to humiliate him even more than to take him to the strip club.

When we walked in, everyone was looking at us. With me on his arm, he looked like the man! We got a little table right in front of the stage, and I perched on his lap as we watched the dancers. I wiggled to the music but nothing was poking me. That’s when the idea came to me! “You should get a lap dance!” I jumped off his lap and signaled to one of the dancers. She sauntered over and teased her hands down Eric’s shoulders. “Hi, big boy.” She schmoozed. Ha! The joke was about to be on her.

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He's MY Diaper Boy Now

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Brayn was just about how our diapers and waiting on shipping wasn’t an option. We had to go to Target, or he’d have accidents all over the house. I taped him up tight in his last Pamper, and away we went. I love when the back of his diaper peeks out of his jeans, so as we were walking into the store, I reached down his pants to give it a little tug. Making sure anyone who saw us would know he was my diaper boy. It’s a good thing I did because as we rounded the baby aisle, we bumped right into his ex-girlfriend, Laura Jean!

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Kayla's Easter Egg Hunt

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I bounced down the stairs in my beautiful Easter dress. The white nylons I wore felt so soft between my thighs. I felt like a Princess ready to show off to her king. “Daddy! I’m ready! Come look at my dress!” My little Mary Janes tapped on the hardwood floor as I went in search of my Superman. Daddy’s the best man I know, and I love him so much. The house was surprisingly quiet. Normally, during the holiday, the house is bustling with family. Everyone stuffed deviled eggs into their mouth and talked about whether Mommy’s ham would be dry again this year. But today, I couldn’t find a single soul. Not a cousin or an auntie. No uncles or even Mommy were in sight. “Daddy?” I called, getting a little scared and feeling alone.

“In here, Princess,” Daddy called from his bedroom. I skipped into the room and saw he had a weird metal egg in his hand. He smiled at me and petted the end of the bed.

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Head To Toe

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“Crawl to me.” He smirked as he rested back against the headboard. My hungry gaze roamed his figure. Long, strong legs stretched out, totally relaxed as he drank in my naked form. His hand lazily stroked in cock, which made my mouth water. I dropped to my knees slowly, my gaze never leaving his as my hands spread out over the polished wooden floor of his bedroom.

My body lengthened and dipped as I catcrawled from the bathroom doorway to the end of his bed. He gave a soft moan of approval, and I climbed up to join him. My body straddling one of those long legs as I crawled up his body. My heavy tits swayed until they met his thigh and rested there. He let go of his cock to trail his fingers along the side of my breast. “I’m going to worship you. Head to toe.” He growled.

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Taking What He Wants Part Three

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Part Two

I could feel my pussy contracting, trying to grasp his cock and pull it into me like the greedy slut he thought I was and I hated how ashamed I felt because of it. The door knob rattled like someone was trying to enter but he didn’t flinch. Instead he drove his cock into my desperate slit. His hand clamped over my mouth and nose at the same time to muffle the rush of air his cock shoved from my lungs. He leaned over my back as he fucked me hard and grunted, “It means I always TAKE what I want.”

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As spring break approached, all of my graduating class was discussing senior photos. Since they’d be our last year book photos, it was important for the pictures to be the best ever. But, of course, you have to hire the best photographer to have the best images.

Thankfully, one of my uncles is a professional. Like with a studio and everything! I asked him if he’d be willing to set up a session and make me look my best. Expectedly, his schedule was full, so he said if I wanted him to take my pictures, I’d have to do it late one Friday night in his basement studio. I agreed and asked him if I could bring a few outfits to test, which would be my favorite, and he said that was more than fine.

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Darkest Desires

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A caller recently told me that other than himself, I was the only person in the world who knew what he truly desired. His darkest desires. The only person he’d ever shared his dark desire with. His kink is rather taboo, and naturally, he feels as if he can’t share it with anyone in his personal life. His words keep replaying in my mind. Over and over.

I’m the ONLY person who knows exactly what pleases him—the only person who can tempt the darkness in him to come out and play. No matter how dark or disturbing, he and I can explore that desire together until he achieves the most satisfaction from the naughty little idea. Do you have any idea how amazing it feels to know he’s comfortable confiding in me?

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My Valentine

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Your body jerks awake, but your eyelids feel so heavy they refuse to lift. Frantically, you search your brain for your last memories. Where were you? Who were you with? Very slowly, the pieces of the missing puzzle begin to come back to you. The last thing you remember was going out on a date with that stunning redhead. The one with the contagious laugh, what was her name?

All of your thoughts are hazy and jumbled. You sort of remember her ordering you a special “Valentine” drink at the bar, which tasted a little grainy, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you gulped it to avoid the texture on your tongue—an action you surely regret now that you can’t move your limbs or even open your eyes. “Shh, baby, it’s okay.” You hear Kayla’s voice; that’s her name. The redhead! Kayla! At first, you think you are just dreaming of her, but then you feel the brush of fingers against your cheek and try as hard as you can to open your eyes.

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Kayla's Little Lesson

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His left arm sat between my tits, with his palm resting against my right shoulder, pulling my back against his chest while I squirmed and panted. He hooked his feet beneath my knees to keep them forced open. No matter how I tried to twist or shift, his body held mine down for his little lesson.

“Shh, shh,” He cooed in my ear when my spine tried to bow and my thighs trembled. “Relax, baby. The more you resist, the harder this little lesson will become.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice as I whined. My fingers curled into fists on each of his thighs. Bunching the fabric of his pants. He’d been teaching me how not to orgasm so quickly. At least, that is what he said he was doing; instead, it felt like he was driving me into madness—one swipe of his finger at a time.

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 Working at the pharmacy has been really fun. The hours are flexible, and the customers are friendly. I try not to be nosy, but I can’t help but notice some of the shopping habits of the regulars, like this one guy who comes in every week.

He’s on the baseball team and one of our school’s best players, but he comes in every week and buys a massive pack of adult disposable briefs. Diapers? Our star baseball player buys diapers?

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