Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Mommy Anna’s Lover had sent her a gift for Mother’s day: a brand spanking new paddle. It was all leather, and just the right size for boys Ronnie’s age. Mommy Anna was so delighted when she opened the gift, she could barely contain her self or wait to have the opportunity to use it.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My hips drove back away from the lash of the flogger, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?” His big arm slipped behind me and pressed his forearm against the top of my ass to drive my hips forward. My feet almost came off the ground until just my tiptoes braced me in the cooling earth. His warm breath tickled along my throat, and he spoke something to the trees. His magic, as it had before, obeyed him, and the brace of the tree holding me in place extended to take the place of his arm and prop my pussy up for him. He then bit into my neck, and I screamed out.
A flock of nearby birds fled with the sound. Their wings flapping hard to escape the danger, I could not flee. “Mine.” He purred then licked the mark his teeth had left in my soft skin.
Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
I knew what would happen as soon as you pulled down your pants. That embarrassingly small clit peeks out at me, and I burst into laughter. It was obvious you needed to become pussy-free. I mean, why would you want to continue being such a fucking disappointment to every woman you try to sleep with?
Don’t worry, though. Just because you’ll never fuck a woman again, it doesn’t mean you won’t be having lots of sex. Lots of sex where you ARE the woman!
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Dale was a man of quiet competence, held together by starched collars and a stoic demeanor that begged to be dismantled. I didn’t just want his attention, I wanted his surrender. We’d been flirting (well, he had been anyway) for months and he finally broke the stalemate one evening as everyone else was getting ready to leave for the day.
“Still working, Stella?” he asked. His voice sounded a little more vulnerable than usual. “No, actually,” I replied, standing slowly. “I was waiting for you.” He gave me a puzzled look, but I didn’t fill in the gap. Instead, I let the silence stretch until the air between us felt heavy and electric. “I think you’ve been looking for things you aren’t allowed to find, Dale.”
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Mmm, I know you’re nervous. You’ve never been with someone like me. All those confusing thoughts swirl in your head, making it difficult for you just to enjoy the pleasure I can bring you. Are you a faggot if you let me fuck you? Are you gay if you cum in my mouth or only if you swallow my cum?
Stop thinking and watch me suck your cock. From my knees, I look like any other girl you’ve been with. Soft lips, a wet tongue, hungry eyes staring up at you. The only difference is when I slip just a finger into your ass, it’s to open you up for my shecock.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
“What if I don’t want to?” The moment those words left his lips, they shattered the careful dynamic of our session. My gaze became icy and fixed, watching the way he instinctively shrank as his eyes widened in fear. He knew better than to speak without my permission, yet his tongue had proven unruly.
I circled him, savoring the onset of a hunt, with my hands clasped firmly behind my back as I surveyed the pathetic tension radiating from his naked body. When I finally stopped directly in front of him, I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. I simply tilted my head, looking down at his bowed crown with a mixture of disappointment and calculated authority. “Do you truly think your opinion is something I require, especially when it is offered so carelessly?” I asked, calmly.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
He arrived at ten sharp, wearing an expensive suit and a Rolex that could’ve funded a small country. He smiled in a fake and predacious way when he saw me. “Stella,” he said, “I hear you’re an experience worth every penny.” He placed his leather briefcase on the mahogany desk and opened it, revealing a thick envelope full of cash, a stack of credit cards, and a signed contract. The initial request was that he wanted a session, but I wanted his ego. He just didn’t know it yet.
“Take a seat,” I said, gesturing to the leather chair across from me. The leather squeaked as he obliged, as his posture already flattened under his own weight. I let him linger a moment, watching his eyes dart to the sleek Manhattan skyline through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to recognize that he thought he owned everything that lay beyond that glass.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
“Let’s see just how loud you can get.” He winked and squeezed my throat tighter before shoving my pants to my knees. Most of the heat had leached from the engine after the drive up, but I could feel some of the warmth tingling against my ass and thighs. “Can you be still for Daddy?” I shook my head no with a mocking smirk, and he responded by pressing his thumb tighter along my windpipe. “Try again.” I nodded as I wheezed for my next breath. “Better.” He kissed my forehead and disappeared into the darkness of the night.
The idea of running bounced around in my brain. I could pull up my pants and take off into the cold. Making him track me down and wrestle me to the ground before having his fun, but it was too dark, and I didn’t know where the edge of the mesa was. Instead, I inhaled deeply and listened to him rustling around in the toolbox in the bed of the truck.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
It started by accident…but now, it is the only way I can prove to myself that anyone is truly mine. I don’t want their words, and I certainly don’t want their affection. What I crave is the primitive, grounding sensation of being consumed by a man.
I like their tongue to trace the line of my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder, and the hollow of my throat, with a focus so intense it borders on reverence. I like the wet, rhythmic heat of their wet tongue against my skin, slowly and deliberately licking and treating my body like a melting confection. Like an ice cream cone.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Boys are basically doormats. Really, they are. Nothing but flesh bags begging to be trampled. Travis knows his place and always lies down on his back so I can break in my new stilettos. The sharp points crave puncturing his skin, and I shiver when he hollers from under my weight.
Last night, he was wearing jeans and no shirt. I guess he thought the denim would protect him from my Louboutins. I stood near his hip and gave a swift kick to his hip. He wheezed a “Thank you, Goddess, please step on me,” and I lifted my left foot to his thigh. I stepped up and pressed all my weight into the ball of my foot. Giving him a small taste of what was to come.