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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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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”
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A cold shiver shifted along my spine as I squatted in the large open shower. Emmi had left the shower head on in a steamy trickle; the splattering sound around my feet echoed the need building inside me. She’d shackled me naked against the cold tile and told me I’d have to go sooner or later.
I balanced on the balls of my feet with my knees open. Anytime I tried to close them, Emmi would get up off her perch and slap my legs till they opened again. Then she would pour another bottle of water into my mouth. How many had she forced me to drink already? Four, maybe five. She held her phone in her hand, talking to the viewers who were live streaming my humiliation. “Everyone who bet two hours is out; little Miss holds it just tipped over her second hour since being restrained.”
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Finding someone you connect with, soul to soul, is rare and beautiful. Sometimes, someone will write something for me that is so beautiful, it feels like a crime to keep it all to myself, and this is the most true that that has ever been. My darling little sea witch has written this for me and has pleased me to the core with the beauty of her words.
Below is a poem written not by me but for me. And you’re just lucky enough that Emmi is allowing me to share with you.
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My Boss is a huge asshole. Selfish and inconsiderate, it’s always all about him. As if the world revolves around him or something. I have to smile and nod as he talks down to me constantly. Well, not anymore! A box came from him today, and it was partially ripped open. I noticed as I was walking it to his office that inside were… Diapers?
He sat at his desk, smug as ever, when I pushed through the door and dropped the box hard at my feet. So hard that the diapers inside jumped out and spread across the floor. “Kayla! What do you think you’re doing?” He stood up; he’s tall and normally imposing but not today.
“Just bringing a baby his diapers.”
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“Oh,” I feigned innocence as my pussy leaked in the unpurchased lingerie I wore in the dressing room. I could feel the strength of his desire as he pressed it into my ass. The mirror fogged when I exhaled hard with shock as his fingers shifted the crotch of the lingerie, and he shoved two of them into my ready channel.
“Don’t play coy with me.” He kissed over my shoulder, and my head lulled in pleasure. My feet spread apart, giving him access to what he wanted. To what he was going to take one way or another. “Don’t make a sound, or the associate will know what a Lil cock hungry slut you are for me.” My pussy pulsed around his fingers, and I sat my ass back into his body to show him how his words had pleased me.
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Several nights ago, after jerking off guys like I’d been giving out handshakes at some rally, I was feeling … something. All day I’d met everyone else’s needs. More than all day. All week, all month. For months and months. Giving and sacrificing myself to please others. And all with a smile on my face, but that night I had a need—a burning, desperate desire for someone to fulfill my needs.
I was in need. Londging to take, not give. And I knew who I wanted to take from. So I sent out a message to Jordan; it was a simple tease. A flick of my tongue along his neck to draw him in. Only the mother fucker didn’t respond. Minutes passed, then I opened my favorite porn feed and started to scroll. However, it only made my need burn hotter. For an hour at least, I toyed with my pussy, watching these clips and feeding the desire growling inside of me. Not letting myself cum until I could satisfy the need to conquer. That’s when he answered.
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My sweet Davey is such a good reader, but sometimes, reading out loud makes him nervous. I thought it would be a good idea if instead of Mommy reading Davey a bedtime story, it would help him practice if Davey reads to Mommy. After he’d showered and got into his nighttime Diapee and PJs, Mommy sat at the head of the bed, and Davey snuggled back between my legs.
His back rested against my tits, and he held up his e-reader. We picked a dirty erotica story about a hot mommy in shiny pantyhose who took a stranger home and forced him into pampers. My hands played in Davey’s hair as he began and at first, he was okay. Then the story started to affect sweet Davey, and he began to trip and stumble over his words.
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“Let me oil you up.” It wasn’t a question, but I wouldn’t have disagreed anyhow. I didn’t mean to sway back against him, but something in his tone pulled me in. My ass met his thighs, and my back felt the warmth of his chest. My head nodded, and his hands smoothed over my hips and up my sides. I was wearing my favorite bubblegum pink bikini with a black lacey cover-up over it. It did nothing to actually cover my body but made me feel less naked.
Alfy’s fingers burned a hot trail as he moved them to my shoulders and peeled the cover-up back. This was the first time he’d undressed me, and the moment felt so heavy and dangerous. There would be no going back once we crossed this line. The Vegas sun felt like a spotlight on our inappropriate relationship. The Wet N Wild crowd took no notice of the careful line we’d been toeing. When he made a small approving sound in the back of his throat, I thanked my lucky stars that Randi couldn’t make this trip.
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As we grow into new stages of life, we meet the people who will help get us through the next phase. That’s why Emmi has me. Her growth has been exceptional, and a sensual, confident woman is blooming right before my eyes. We’ve been chatting about hair and makeup lately, and I thought it was time for a Kaykay Makeup tutorial… of sorts.