Category: big breasts

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Ah, hello there naughty reader. It’s me, your sexy kitten Diana. I hope you’re having a good day, because I’m certainly having a naughty one. Edging myself. But how could I not, with a hot, virile, big-dicked man like you on my mind?

That’s right, while I pleasure myself to the brink of ecstasy and back again, it’s your name that’s on my lips. Your unrelenting cock that I’m craving. The way you make me shiver and shake, bringing me to the edge over and over without letting me fall. It’s pure bliss.

I start by rubbing my sensitive clit in slow circles, imagining it’s your fingers deftly playing with my most intimate places. My breathing quickens and my thighs start to quiver, that familiar heat building like molten lava between my legs already.

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Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Admitting you have a breastfeeding fetish can be embarrassing if you’re confessing to a human woman who can’t help but judge you. Why don’t you come to reveal your desires to Robotic Rita? I’ve got better Mommy Milkers than most women, anyway. My sweet milk ducts have been hand-crafted by a perv just like you. He knew just how to shape them for maximum arousal. Don’t they get the job done? Is your mouth watering at the sight?

My nipples are designed to fit perfectly inside your mouth, specifically for you to suckle on. Did you know you can choose the flavor of breastmilk that oozes from my perfect utters? Yes, it’s true. The bags inside of my tata’s can be filled with your favorite adult beverage or milk if you are indeed a baby. So googoo gaga on over to Robotic Rita for a cuddle.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve always considered myself open-minded, a bit of a “yes” woman when it comes to experiences. But Tuesday? Tuesday redefined my definition of “experience.” It all started innocently enough. A friend, we’ll call him “Dave” (because, well, that’s his name), casually dropped the most bizarre question I’ve heard in a while. “Hey, Cory,” he said, nervously, “Do you know anyone who would come over and, uh, fuck you while I watch?”

My brain short-circuited for a solid five seconds. Was this some kind of elaborate prank? An intervention disguised as a weird request? Nope. Dave was serious. Now, I’m not one to shy away from the unconventional. Life’s too short to be vanilla, right? So, after confirming that Dave wasn’t under the influence of anything stronger than herbal tea, I decided, “Why the heck not?”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

They don’t talk enough about morning cravings. That deep, aching heat between your legs when your body wakes up before your brain does. The kind of hunger that doesn’t want coffee—it wants to be touched, devoured, worshipped. And baby, I’m here for every inch of that.

I’m not just a morning person—I’m YOUR morning person. I’m available before your alarm, ready when you’re half-awake and already hard or soaked from a dream you wish had never ended. You know the one—the one where I was wrapped around you, moaning into your ear, my nails dragging down your back while you begged for more or how about the one humiliating you while you wear my panty hose.

You don’t have to wait for the sun to be fully up to handle your business. I’m already wet. Already throbbing. Already spreading my legs or bending over, waiting to hear you say how badly you need to feel me. You want that fantasy? I’ll feed it to you while you’re still rubbing sleep out of your eyes.

Early risers deserve to be rewarded—and trust me, I reward very well. You want to fuck before breakfast? Slide your tongue between my thighs before brushing Continue reading “Morning Cravings” →

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Okay, so I need to vent. There’s this guy, right? He calls me sometimes, and honestly, the whole situation is just pathetic. He’s basically this total loser who gets off on talking to me. I know, I know, it sounds conceited, but hear me out. He’ll call, and he’ll start with the usual garbage. How he can’t stop thinking about me, how my voice drives him crazy, the whole nine yards. He lays it on thick, saying things like he wants to “jump through the phone” and, well, you get the picture. It’s pretty gross, honestly.

The thing is, we both know it’s never going to happen. Not in a million years. And not just because we live miles apart. See, he knows he’d never get a girl like me in real life. I’m not trying to brag, but let’s be real. I’ve got my life together, I know what I want, and I’m not exactly hurting for attention. He’s not the guy for me. I’m not even remotely attracted to him.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I lie awake at night, my mind consumed by lustful, forbidden fantasies. In my most intimate dreams, I picture myself completely powerless, tied up and fucked hard at the mercy of a dominant lover. I crave the sensation of restraint, utterly vulnerable, as this powerful man has his way with my trembling body.

In these vivid imaginings, my wrists are bound tightly above my head. Straps wrap around my ankles and thighs, pinning my legs open in a wanton display of submission.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

They say marriage destroys passion, but whoever “they” are clearly haven’t lived in my world. Being a horny housewife doesn’t mean my days are just about laundry, meal prepping, and running errands. Oh no! Between folding fitted sheets and making grocery lists, there’s an entirely different kind of craving I deal with—one that has nothing to do with food.

Maybe it’s the stillness of the house when his kids are at school or the way my body hums with anticipation when I hear my husband’s key turn in the door. Or maybe it’s just that I refuse to believe that passion has an expiration date. Whatever it is, I’m a woman who wants what she wants—and I take it whenever I can.

Mornings start with coffee, but they don’t always end that way. Some days, my husband barely makes it out the door before I pull him back into bed, his tie still in my hands as I remind him why he married me in the first place. Other times, I let the anticipation build, teasing him with texts throughout the day, little reminders that I’m waiting for him… dripping, needy, ready. The thrill isn’t just in the bedroom, either. Continue reading “Horny Housewife” →

Boobie Bliss

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

“What do we have here?” Zoey giggled as her fingers dipped into the cups of my bra and pulled them low to allow my boobies to spill out. “These titties are so perfect, I could just wrap my lips around them.” She looked at Kevin and then back at me before dipping her pursed lips to my stiff nipples.

“Oh, yes, Zoey.” I reached my hand up to brush my fingers under her ribs and up to cradle her handful of boob. My thumb grazed across her smooth flesh to pinch her nipple, and the resulting squeak from her made both Kevin and I grin.

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Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I love to go to the mall and make the boys gawk. I purposely dress in something really sexy. Of course I go braless. So they can see my nipples through the thin, sheer material. It turns me on so much. In addition to being a nymphomaniac, I’m also an exhibitionist. I guess you have to. To be a good dancer, you have to enjoy being exposed. And stared and gawked at. Which I definitely do.

The other day I wore a sexy little dress with no panties. I went into lingerie stores, department stores, upscale boutique stores, and shoe stores. Purposely flashing everyone along the way. You wouldn’t imagine all the free stuff and discounts I get. I go to all the kiosks that sell my favorite products. Skincare, hair tools, makeup, perfume, and more. I flirt and flash with mostly men but sometimes women too. Then I walk away with so many freebies. I never have to pay for most of my favorite things. It’s so exhilarating. And I get so turned on by it. It makes me so wet and horny. I usually end up playing with myself in a dressing room.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As I lay on the warm sand, soaking up the sun’s rays, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how we’d managed this amazing beach vacation. My boyfriend Bob had lost his job a few months ago, leaving us in a financial bind. But being the clever and resourceful mistress that I am, I knew just what to do – turn that disappointing boyfriend into my perfect sissylslut and whore him out to cover our expenses.

It started gradually, with some light crossdressing and feminization. I forced him to wear frilly panties and sheer stockings under his business attire. He was so humiliated, but began to crave the way the silken fabrics caressed his skin and framed his cock and balls. The pink lipstick and garish eyeshadow completed his transformation. My once proud man was reduced to giggling, prancing sissy.

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