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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Bullying a cross-dresser is so much fun. Especially, when they hold the secret so close. Threatening exposure if they don’t obey! Hehe, they just fold like little sissies. Yesterday is a perfect example of how much fun it can be. I was over at my friend’s house and couldn’t help myself; I snooped in his closet. I suspected Jason was a little faggot, but I had no proof.

He didn’t hide his stash very well. I found a chest FULL of female clothing. It was hard to hide my giddiness as I gathered the hidden clothing in my arms and burst out of his closet. “What the fuck is this?” I laughed at the horror on his face.

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Kayla gets lost in the woods

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

A few of my girlfriends planned a hiking trip. It was supposed just to be an easy trail, up to a waterfall where we could swim and picnic, then head back home. However, Sarah said it would be like five hours max. I love the outdoors, and hiking is one of my favorite ways to enjoy nature, but I’m clumsy and directionally challenged.

Halfway up the trail, our sunny day changed within a blink of an eye. The wind whistled through the trees out of nowhere, and dark clouds raced overhead. With the sun gone and my hair whipping in my face, I didn’t see the moss-covered tree stump in the center of the path. Instead, I tripped, trying to catch up to the girls. Trying to right myself, I reached out for any branch, but the one I grabbed broke, and I lost my balance. My body tumbled and rolled painfully down the embankment. I finally stopped rolling and realized I was lost in the woods. Rain poured down from the angry clouds, and my friends were nowhere to be seen.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

I love tanning. It makes me feel so much better about myself. Not to mention it’s so warming on a chilly day like today! I wanted to finish my day with a nice glow, so I swung into the tanning salon before going home after the gym. Normally, I check in with the same sweet girl who man’s the desk every day, but tonight she was nowhere in sight.

In her place was a shy boy. He was tall and lanky, or would have been if he stood up straight. When I approached the desk, he pushed his glasses up his nose and refused to make eye contact. I scanned my membership card and asked for fifteen minutes in booth B, my normal booth. He poked a few buttons on the tablet in front of him and nodded. “Go ahead; it’s open.”

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Valentine’s day, yuck. Love, yuck. Why do we even need a stupid lovey, dovey holiday when ninety percent of couples are unhappy anyway? It’s literally the dumbest day of the year. Just like every year, I won’t be going out and spreading the stupidity of the love fest.

No, for Valentine’s Day, I’m nice and comfy on my couch, in my favorite PJs, watching reality tv. The kinda stuff we should celebrate! Cheating and drama! That’s real life, not looOovveee. Just as I scrapped the last spoon full of ice cream from the empty carton, I heard a weird noise in my bedroom.  Being alone in the house isn’t normally scary, but I don’t often think an intruder is hiding in my bedroom. Armed with my spoon, I tiptoe down the hall and gently nudge my bedroom door open with my toe. I’m shocked to see cupid standing on my bed with his bright red arrow aimed right at me!

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

It comes as no surprise that I fucking love Valentine’s day! All the sweet treats and chocolates I’m gifted really satisfy my sweet tooth. What kind of candy is my favorite for Valentine’s, you ask? Mmm, it’s the cute little heart-shaped candy box! The one with dozens of little mystery chocolates stuffed with who knows what. Sometimes they come with a key that tells you what is in which candy, but I don’t read them anyway.

I love the thrill of sinking my teeth into a hunk of candy and not knowing what flavor will gush over my tongue. Will it be a tart cherry goo or a thick caramel? Maybe some stiff nougat or rich fudge? It’s so exciting! Much too exciting to share. No, you won’t be biting into any of my mystery chocolates this year. All you get to eat is MY candy box!

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Daddy has always liked my butt for as long as I can remember. He’d give me little pats as he kissed my head, and I thought it was sweet. Recently, Daddy has been looking at me differently. I was wondering if it’s because my skirts have gotten shorter or my tops have gotten tighter. Mommy hasn’t taken me shopping for clothes that fit better now that I’m growing into a young woman. It makes me happy to be Daddy’s favorite little girl, and I couldn’t stand the thought of us growing apart, so I decided to confront him.

I waited until Mommy and my sisters went shopping. I really should have gone too, but this was important to me. I said I wasn’t feeling well so I could stay home with Daddy. Only he messed up my plans because he invited over three of his friends to watch sports on TV. I should have waited to talk to him, now that I look back on it, but I was nervous he didn’t like me anymore.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

The lights were off when I stepped into the house, but the faint glow of candles made a path from the foyer to the bedroom. Careful not to step on the row of tealights flickering at my feet, I followed them to my room. What I saw next stole my breath. It was like a scene from the most romantic movie.

Ian had filled my room with white candles and rose petals. Not a single surface wasn’t supporting a candle or covered in petals. My hand lifted to my mouth, so in shock, I couldn’t even speak. I didn’t need words, though. Ian saw the pleasure on my face as I struggled to hold back happy tears. He pulled me into his arms and began kissing down my neck. His fingers worked to undo the zipper at the back of my dress, and he whispered, “We wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty dress by covering it in chocolate.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

“Kayla, please!” Stacey whined into the phone. “He’s like a super nerd and doesn’t even leave his room. He’s a good boy. Babysit for me this one time, and I’ll fill in for you next time you have to sit for the Johnsons, I swear!” Stupid Stacey had agreed to a date night with her long-time crush on the same night she’d agreed to babysit for the town prude. I’d seen her and her perfect son around the school before, and it wasn’t a job I wanted to take. But how could I refuse a girl a chance to get laid by her dream cock?

“You owe me, Stace.” She screamed so loud I thought my ear drum would burst. Finally, after three hundred ‘thank yous,’ she hung up, and I grabbed my bag and headed to the most perfect house in the neighborhood. Continue reading “When A Bad Girl Babysits A Good Boy” →

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

As your superior at the office, I’m constantly disappointed in your performance. You appear lazy, disorganized, and unfocused. No matter how often I correct you, the message just hasn’t gotten through. It’s obvious how you drool over my body all day long and that your unruly cock is the reason for you being the office bad boy.

Performance reports were released this morning, and my boss is angry. He says if you don’t shape up immediately, I’ll have to let you go. The simple truth is that I’m too busy to do your job and mine, and hiring someone new just takes too long. And it doesn’t promise the new candidate will be any better behaved than you. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I saunter over to your desk about half an hour before quitting time. Pre-usual, your hungry gaze zeros in on my tits, popping from my button-up blouse and the way my tight pencil skirt hugs the curve of my ass. “We’re staying after to finish the work you’ve allowed to become late. After everyone leaves, join me in my office.”

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Men have been exploring their sexuality for as long as penises have been getting hard. That means that boys have been very creative regarding solo pleasure. I was surfing through porn sites last night and realized just how many male masturbators there actually are. Hundreds! Really, if you don’t know what I’m talking about, you should go look.

Your hands-free orgasm options are seriously limitless! This has me thinking that we should test several of them out. I want to watch you cum. Over and over. So lay back and allow me to tie your hands behind your back. I wouldn’t want you to try to spoil my experiment.

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