Author: Kayla

Christmas Tree Carfuffle

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Okay, so it’s not December yet, but I wanted to put up my Christmas tree! I just think a good, well-decorated Christmas tree helps the Thanksgiving esthetic, ya know? But I am so tired of fake trees or the ones you buy from the fire station that are already dried out and basically a pile of pine needles on your floor. I wanted a healthy, hand-picked Christmas tree.

And I live close enough to the woods that there literally was nothing stopping me from going out and chopping down my own tree! I’m an independent woman who is so capable of something like that. So I put on my knee-high boots, the ones without heels, a flannel over shirt, cus it felt right, and off I went. Axe in hand, I was gonna get myself my own damn tree.

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Even Your Mom Is Disappointed

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So many of you little dick perverts have crushes on your Mom. I played with an idiot just a bit ago; he’s huge into family play, and something dawned on me. You know how moms are supposed to always love you and support you and think you’re perfect because she made you? Well, you know she would be super disappointed in your little dick, don’t you?

Think about it! Picture it. Your hot MILF is spread out on your bed. You are FINALLY, after years of jerking off to her, going to get the chance to fit your dick into where you came from, and she is looking around your room. Then asks, “Is it in?”

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Oh, yesterday, I treated myself! Maybe you think a sub cumming through her clitty cage is a gift to the sub, but I didn’t really care how she felt about our play. It was for ME. I am her Mistress, after all, so why shouldn’t I get to play with my toys as I see fit? My girlie has been locked up for nearly 28 days now and has only been allowed to cum twice, including last night.

I just love to watch her cum through her cage. The struggle and building pressure of pleasure turns me on so much. How she waits for permission to release and then rushes to please me. Most often, we release her anally. She rides cock so well, but last night she completed her assignment of purchasing a vibrating wand for me to use on her cage.

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We entered the gym, and the lights shut off. Someone let out a horrible scream from the opposite side of the room, and then I felt hands grabbing my waist. I screamed and kicked, but whoever had grabbed me was much stronger. The wind was pushed out of my lungs as they hauled me over their shoulder and rushed into the high school locker room.

It was too dark to see who or what was carrying me. They carried me easily, no matter how hard I thrashed or pounded my fists on their back. The locker room lights flickered, making me dizzy as my fear swirled through me. I watched helplessly as the lockers and benches were passed, and my captor carried me into the shower stalls. Their fingers dug into my thighs as I dropped me from their shoulder to the shower floor. I tried to scramble up to my feet, but a high-heeled boot planted itself in my chest, and a feminine voice said, “I don’t think so bitch.”

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Phew! I crawled from the Treant’s swamp with scratches and bruises all over my whole body. The fucking had been rough, and felt as though it lasted forever. Every inch of me was exhausted when the Treant finally relented. I managed to wriggle from his roots and made it to the forest’s edge when I stumbled into an extremely good-looking man.

He was firey, hot, tall, and handsome. His piercing eyes fixated on me, but he didn’t move to my aid. I thought that was strange. A beautiful young woman, stumbling from the woods with torn clothes and scratches, and he doesn’t rush to swoop me up? What the fuck? I stomped up to him and shoved his shoulder. “Thanks for the help!” I sassed. The last thing I expected was to run unto a demanding dragon.

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Film Me

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Some girls are SHY and don’t like the idea of being WATCHED. I want you to watch me, want you to pull out your cell phone, and video me while we PLAY. I hope you’ll watch it later when I’m not around and STROKE your COCK to the memory of how I felt and looked serving your dick.

Those nights when your wife has finally stopped talking to you and you said you would be to bed soon, but instead, you pull up my video and recall filming me. It was so sexy, and it’s even sexier, knowing it keeps making you hard when she can’t.

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Little Davey is so sweet to his Mommy. He told me he’d found this new little European-style lingerie Boutique downtown that claimed to have the most luxurious selection of pantyhose. They only scheduled shopping experiences by appointment, so Mommy made one just for Davey and I.

The day of our appointment came, and Davey was so excited he kept tugging at his slacks. Mommy would slap his hand and remind him it wasn’t polite to fidget and that if he was a good boy and held all of his cummies until they got back home, she would give him a big, big reward. With Davey’s promise lingering between them to be a good boy and do just that, they walked into the beautiful shop.

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Bound At Sea

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“Captain!” The misty sea wind carried the first mate’s panicked voice to where the Captain rested in her cabin. “We need ye on deck!” Captain Kayla’s black knee-high boots clanked along the wooden deck planks as she confidently strode toward the scrambling sailors and the beast they had bound to the deck.

Seven men were wrestling a massive, inky black creature. Its tentacles slapped at them as they attempted to wrestle it into submission. Lucky for them, the arms of the beast were tangled in their fishing net behind its back. “What’s this?” Captian Kayla bellowed over the roar of the ocean. The creature stilled at the sound of her voice, and the sailors scattered.

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Cock Sleeve Kayla

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At least one of you knows this about me, but I have this desire, this need, to be treated like a cock sleeve. You know the popular male masturbators you can buy that are molded for adult film stars? I’m not saying I want to mold my own and sell it. No, I want you to treat my body like your cock sleeve.

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Making Me See Red

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It started out as just play fighting. Emmi and I were having a ‘Bridgerton’ date night, both of us wearing sports bras under our tees and cotton shorts. I don’t recall what started it, a playful slap or teasing comment, but I do remember throwing off my shirt and tempting her into a wrestling match. I’m little and fast; she’s experienced and powerful, but it was a chance to test her strength and see if she’d let me win.

Boys, ALWAYS let me win. They get distracted by my tits or the way my body feels against theirs when I’m trying to plow them into the ground. It’s always the same, as soon as we’re grappling, their erection stabs me in the thigh, and they try to kiss me. Not Em. She would make me regret challenging her, all while making me see red. Continue reading “Making Me See Red” →