Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy and her girlfriend looked at one another, shocked, almost in disbelief. Victoria Kate then suddenly started crying. Her diaper was very full from that full night in the nursery being trained with regression audio. Mommy proceeded to carry her over to the change table.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
There’s something about the way a woman moves. Her energy pulled me in. Not just her hips, or her lips, but the way she exists. The way her presence enters a room before she even speaks. It’s in the air she fills with a quiet confidence, an undeniable magnetism that calls you to notice. I used to tell myself it was admiration—just a girl crush, a passing fascination. But the truth was deeper, hotter, quieter. It was the lingering stares that stretched for seconds too long. The flutter in my chest every time she laughed or caught my gaze. The craving to taste her laughter on my tongue. To learn the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Being attracted to women isn’t just about sex—it’s about energy. A slow burn that builds over time, unnoticed at first, until it becomes all-consuming. It’s the way she carries herself, how her every movement seems intentional yet effortless. A slight tilt of her head. The curve of her neck. Her fingertips tracing a line on her skin that makes you ache to be the one to touch her.
I felt it in every conversation we had. That unspoken connection. She didn’t just talk to me—she Continue reading “Her Energy Pulled Me In”
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
We had been dating for quite a while. He was such a sweet guy. We met online. He was so shy when it came to sex. I thought it was so cute and endearing. But I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to seduce him. I was starting to realize that he was probably not going to make the first move. I decided to plan a weekend away. When I told him, he seemed nervous. After a while he finally confessed. “I don’t want to disappoint you. It makes me so nervous. But I might not be like other men you’ve dated before.
He didn’t have to say another word. By the look in his eyes, I knew. I knew exactly what he wanted. And I was ready to give it to him. But I knew he was nervous. So I wanted to relax him. I invited him over to my place. We had drinks. And I made him his favorite meal for dinner. It was perfect. So romantic. We went out onto the balcony for a nightcap. It was a full moon. We had waited so long for this moment. And we were so horny.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Let’s be honest, my phone rings more than a pizza delivery place. But instead of pepperoni, the requests are a little spicier. Some dudes want to unleash their inner dominant with a BDSM session. Others are curious about exploring their softer side with a lacy panty. And then, there are the ones who cut right to the chase: “Hey, you into pegging?”
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Pegging? Isn’t that, like, weird? Taboo? Something whispered about in hushed tones in the dark corners of the internet? Maybe. But let me tell you, honey, taboo is my middle name. And after years of navigating this particular corner of the pleasureverse, I’m here to tell you, it’s not nearly as strange as people think. In fact, it can be downright fantastic!
1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423
One of my favorite things about what I do here is chatting with my sissies, cross dressers, and trans girls about how to be the perfect sluts they aspire to be. Every day there’s a person out there that comes to us Candy Girls for advice on how they can be their most feminine self, and I absolutely adore it! Each session ranges from what to wear and how to flaunt it, to taking it to a whole new level and hooking up with a fine guy with a nice cock for them to please. Continue reading “Girl Chat with Mercedes”
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Why do I like it so much Dr. Julie? I feel so ashamed. Back when I was young, this wasn’t talked about. It was very taboo. Now I do realize that I’m not alone. But that doesn’t take away the shame. I don’t understand myself. I’m so confused and broken. I’ve tried so hard to make myself change. But it’s like an addiction. I can’t stop wanting to wear women’s panties. I’m powerless over my attraction to them. They make me happy. When I was growing up, I would wear my mom’s and sister’s. Now I wear my wife’s. When I wear men’s underwear, I feel depressed. They make me feel like I’m being forced to wear and be something that isn’t Me. But I don’t want to be a woman. I’m attracted to women. I’m not attracted to men Dr. Julie. So I don’t understand why I also want dildos up my ass. I’m so ashamed that it feels so good”. He confesses.
Let me start by reassuring you that there is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m going to take this one thing at a time. Because we are dealing with two separate topics.
1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
You’re standing in front of the full-length mirror, wearing my black lace lingerie. The garter belt, stockings, and heels are all in place, but the sight of you in my panties and bra is a shock. You look stunning, but I’m not sure how I feel about you wearing my things. I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest.
“You know, I didn’t think you had the balls to wear my lingerie,” I say, my voice a low purr. You jump, startled, and turn to face me. Your cheeks flush a deep red, and I can see the bulge in your panties. “I thought you were just a good girl, but I guess I was wrong.”
You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. “I thought it would be fun to surprise you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
Continue reading “Caught You Wearing My Lingerie”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I leaned back against the plush velvet headboard, my eyes drinking in the sight of you. You stood before me, a vision in lace and satin, your delicate form accentuated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Your cock was caged, the steel teasingly visible beneath the lace panties you wore. My pussy throbbed with anticipation, my fingers itching to play with you.
“Come here, my little sissy,” I purred, my voice dripping with desire. You obeyed, your heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as you approached the bed. I could see the flush of arousal on your cheeks, the way your breath hitched as you looked at me. “Amber,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. I smiled, reaching out to run my fingers over the silky fabric of your panties. I could feel your cock straining against the cage, begging for release. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
You know you wanna. You’re practically begging for it, craving to be dominated by my curvy, blonde bombshell body as I show you who’s boss.
I know all your dirty secrets. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention – your eyes roaming over my voluptuous figure, lingering on my ample cleavage barely contained by my low-cut top. Your gaze trails down to the curves of my hips and the way my shorts hug my plump, juicy ass. You bite your lip, mind racing with all the deliciously filthy things you want to do to me. But deep down, you know it’s really the other way around.
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
I caught him watching porn Dr. Julie. Well actually, I saw his search history in his computer. I think he may have forgotten to clear it. So I started clicking on everything. And what I saw was really disturbing. I don’t even know if I can say it. I don’t know how to say it. It was girls in schoolgirl uniforms. They were doing all kinds of naughty things. And they were way too young to be doing what they were doing. Dr. Julie, they were having sex, and they were masturbating. There!! I said it. And my perverted husband was watching this and getting turned on by this. So I decided to start digging deeper to see if there was anything else I could find. You’re not going to believe what I found! Deep in his closet, I found a bag. It had a schoolgirl outfit in it! A little plaid skirt that was way too short, a little white top, white lacy bra, and little panties to match. And there was also a pair of white cable knit knee socks. I couldn’t believe that he was cheating on me. He had a schoolgirl fetish! How old was she?