Author: Amber

sexy

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The chime of the church door seemed to echo the conflict within me. Sister Agatha’s words about resisting temptation, about the sanctity of marriage, still hung in the air as I stepped out into the cool night. My women’s group was a haven, a weekly affirmation of my faith and my commitment to Thomas.

Then I saw him. He was emerging from the pub across the street, laughter spilling out around him and his friends. He was a silhouette at first, broad shoulders and a confident stride. But as he turned, the streetlight caught his face – sharp jawline, eyes that crinkled at the corners even when he wasn’t smiling, and a shock of unruly dark hair. He was magnificent. And he was looking directly at me.

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paypig

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The neon glow of the laptop screen reflected in Mark’s tired eyes. Another Friday night, another weekly ritual. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he navigated to my profile. Just the sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation, laced with a familiar dread, down his spine. He was a paypig, and me, a Goddess. It was a dynamic we’d established months ago, a strange, consensual game of power and submission. He knew the rules, the boundaries, and the consequences of breaking them – or rather, failing to meet them.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a battle raging within him. He knew what I expected. The usual “wallet rinsing,” as I playfully called it. A significant chunk of his paycheck, willingly surrendered to my coffers. He tried to resist, truly. He’d set up budgeting apps, tried to distract himself with hobbies, even considered deleting his social media accounts. But the pull was too strong. It was the anticipation, the thrill of the transgression, the feeling of belonging, however twisted, that kept him coming back.

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gaming

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I smirked, perched on the edge of Liam’s desk, my gaze raking over him. He was tied to his own gaming chair, a pathetic picture of frustrated desire. Miss Anna, a vision in black leather, circled him with her eyes laser-focused on his, her crimson-painted nails tapping against a riding crop she held with menacing grace.

“Having a little trouble, Liam?” I purred, my voice dripping with mock concern. He just groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, a sheen of sweat slicking his forehead. We’d given him a simple rule: hands behind his head, or else. But the little sub was struggling. “Please,” he gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. “Please, Amber, I can’t! I can’t hold it.”

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hotel

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I saunter into your Vegas hotel room, my hips swaying hypnotically as I approach you, the high roller of the night. I’m here with my friend, and together, we have a plan to entice you into giving us your winnings. But first, we want to give you a show you’ll never forget. I turn to my friend, giving her a wink as I begin to slip out of my dress. It pools at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a seductive smile. My friend follows suit, and soon we’re both standing before you in nothing but our undergarments.

I can see the surprise and desire in your eyes as you take us in. I step closer, my hand reaching out to trace a finger along your chest. “Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. You nod, unable to speak as you take in the sight of us. My friend and I exchange a wicked grin, knowing that we have you right where we want you. I move closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, “Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show?”

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Tami

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Mommy Anna and Mommy Amber were up to some mischief this morning! It’s not every day you get to celebrate a birthday, right? The mommies went shopping beforehand to make sure they had everything they needed to celebrate their special birthday girl, none other than the biggest Candy slut of all, Sissy Baby Tami! Tami, sweet little Tami, she’s always such a good sport when it comes to the mommies’ surprises. And even if she doesn’t LOVE the ideas at first, once her mommies stuff her holes and tell her she’s a good little sissy, she will do anything they say.

The first order of business this morning was changing Tami’s diaper, which is always a bit of a production. Mommy Anna and Mommy Amber are meticulous about keeping their little sissy clean and fresh and, as soon as they got Tami into her naughty nursery, they wasted no time getting down to business. They had a surprise in store for their little sissy whore, and they weren’t about to let her wriggle out of it! They held her down (gently, of course) and, instead of stuffing Tami full of birthday cake, they proceeded to stuff her full of suppositories!

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desire

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We’re in your dimly lit studio apartment. The soft glow streaming through the open window casts a warm hue on your chiseled features. The scent of your cologne lingers in the air. It’s a potent blend of sandalwood and musk. It makes my heart race. I’m sitting on the edge of your bed. My body is aching with anticipation as I plead with you to tell me all of the things you want me to do to your body.

“Fuck, Liam,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need to know.” You look at me with those piercing blue eyes, your gaze filled with a raw intensity that makes my heart flutter. I can see the desire etched on your face, the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. You want this as much as I do.

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urgency

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We’ve all been there. That creeping, tightening feeling in your lower abdomen that suddenly escalates from a gentle suggestion to a full-blown, five-alarm wake up call in a matter of seconds. Yes, I’m talking about that feeling. The one that makes you sweat, clench, and mentally map out every single restroom location within a five-mile radius. The urgent need to, well, go.

It’s a universally understood experience, yet strangely taboo. We whisper about it, fidget awkwardly, and try to project an air of calm while internally screaming, “MUST. FIND. BATHROOM. NOW!” For me, it’s usually triggered by one of two things: a perfectly brewed cup of coffee (the irony!) or the mere thought of a long car ride. My bladder, bless its tiny, unreliable heart, seems to have a mind of its own. It’s like a mischievous gremlin, waiting for the most inconvenient moment to shout, “Surprise! I’m full!”

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peen

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I have to admit, I have a bit of a strange fascination with my daddy’s “tiny peen.” I know it might sound a little weird, but there’s just something about how small and cute it is that I can’t get enough of. And the best part? It fits perfectly in my mouth! Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Ew, gross! How could you possibly enjoy that?” But trust me, it’s a lot of fun! In fact, it’s kind of become our little thing. Whenever I’m feeling extra dirty (in a good way, of course), I’ll let my panties get a little messier than usual and give my daddy a playful little grin. And he knows exactly what that means.

Before we know it, we’re both giggling and playing around, and before I know it, I’ve got his tiny peen in my mouth, giving it a little tickle with my tongue. And the best part? My daddy absolutely loves it. Continue reading “my daddy’s “tiny peen.”” →

sissy

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I take immense pride in molding my little sissy into the epitome of femininity and obedience. It’s a journey, a transformation that requires patience, discipline, and a firm hand. And while she’s come a long way, I’d be lying if I said it was always smooth sailing. My sissy, bless her heart, is still a bit rough around the edges.

One of the most persistent challenges is her voice. Despite countless hours spent encouraging her to embrace a more delicate, feminine tone, that old “boy voice” still creeps in from time to time. It’s jarring, a stark reminder of the person she once was, the person she’s striving so hard to leave behind. Each slip-up is met with a gentle, but firm, correction. “Remember, darling,” I remind her, “a pretty girl speaks with a pretty voice.” It’s not about stifling her, but about guiding her towards the woman she is meant to be.

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teasing

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Tonight is for teasing. And what better way to tease than with a shiny pair of tan pantyhose? I love the way the silk feels against my skin. Cool and smooth, it’s a second skin that hugs every curve. Today, it’s a pair of tan pantyhose, the kind that shimmer under the light, making my legs look endless. I catch my reflection in the mirror, a playful glint in my eyes.

Mark is sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, oblivious to the weapon I’m about to wield. I saunter in, the subtle rustle of the pantyhose announcing my arrival. He glances up, his eyes widening as they travel from my toes to my thighs. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Looking good,” he murmurs, voice already a little husky.

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