Category: fetish phonesex

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

The kitchen sink was acting up, and my boyfriend isn’t the handy type. I told him to call someone to fix it, but he was worried I’d bone the plumber like some cheap slut, so he made me wait until his day off. When the day finally came, I wanted to get back at him for assuming I’d fuck the damn maintenance man.

I wore a sexy bra and pantie set under a sheer robe and waited by the sink when my boyfriend brought the plumber into the house. My man’s eyes were wide as he saw what I  was wearing to greet the guy. If you’ve followed any of my blogs or tweets, you’d know my man is such a cuck, so seeing another man check me out in our kitchen was sure to set him off.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Olfactophilia, or what I like to call scent-ual arousal, is such a sexy kink. Not everyone is turned on by smells or orders, especially body order, but one sexy lover is. With him, I can be completely myself and never feel self-conscious because I know the smellier I am, the harder his cock is going to be. When I know we’re going to plan a date, I make sure not to shower beforehand or even put on deodorant.

I want him to smell the natural me. We agreed to meet tonight for dinner at my house, so a few hours before he was set to arrive, I went out for a run. It was humid, and I pushed my body to its limits, knowing that the harder I worked, the more I would smell of my natural musk.

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regression

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.

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urgency

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

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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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Being a Sissy Scout Troop Leader had always been a dream of mine. So when the opportunity arose, I wasted no time. The Boy Scout Troop Leader informed me that there had been a large number of “Boys” that weren’t cutting it lately. There was an urgent need for more Sissy Scout Troops ASAP. I was so excited!

They looked secretly excited to be at Sissy Scout Orientation. I explained that they were here because they didn’t “fit in”. They were different than the other boys in the Boy Scout Troop. And we were going to see if this is where they belong. So I told them to take off all of their “boy” clothes. Then I gave them their sissy scout uniforms. They consisted of a white button up top and white pleated skirt that with a pastel plaid print. It was pink, yellow, purple, and green pastels. The sash was pink. And the panties were pastels. They had the days of the week on them with little flowers, butterflies, and princesses. And they were so frilly and girly. They had lace trim with little bows. White cable knee socks and black patent leather mary janes finished the uniform.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

I call out your name, “James!” from the top of the stairs, my voice echoing through the hallway. I’ve been running errands all day and I’m excited to finally be home. I drop my bags by the door and make my way to your room, ready to share some good news. I gently push the door open, calling out your name again, only to find you in a rather unexpected position.

You’re sprawled on your bed, your laptop open with my nudes in front of you, and your hand buried in your boxers. Your eyes widen in shock as you quickly pull your hand out, your cheeks flushing a deep red. I can’t help but laugh, “Seems like my little brother is certainly enjoying my photos.”

You stutter, trying to find the right words, but I cut you off, “It’s okay, James. I’m not mad. In fact, I can help you out if you want.” Continue reading “Caught My Little Brother Masturbating” →

What A Shy Boy

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The hotel pool is the only reason I travel for work. I swear I wouldn’t make it if I didn’t have time to bask in the sun by the glittering water. Except, this time, the weather had betrayed me, and I was stuck sitting on a plastic chair beside the indoor pool. It was late, and I assumed no other guests would be hanging out so I could read in peace. I hate when people splash about, making a rukus as I try to relax.

I settled back into the uncomfortable chair in my bikini, missing the warmth of the sun soaking into my skin, when someone entered the pool area—a man, well a shy boy, wearing board shorts and a long t-shirt. He offered me a polite little wave and then took a seat at the opposite side of the pool.

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Feminization Voyage

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

2025 is a year of change, and this includes starting your feminization voyage with me. You see, it’s one thing to slip on a pair of panties every now and then but it’s totally different to commit to the feminine life.

I know a sissy, named Lexi, who has been desperately seeking real womanhood for a while now. At the beginning of this year we started our feminization voyage together and it’s been a wild ride. So sit back, relax, and let me tell you all about the fun we’ve had so far.
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guy

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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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Now that the weather’s warming up, it’s time for some hot motorcycle rides.  Who doesn’t love the feel and vibrations of such raw power between their legs.  Don’t worry, I’m always the passenger and never the driver.  No one wants my adorable distractable self driving a motorcycle ever.  But, do you know the most fun type of panties to wear while riding a motorcycle.  If you already know me, you probably would say none.  But, I love to wear string pearl panties while I have my legs straddling all of that hard hot buzzing steel.  So, I put them on and asked one of my hot sexy male friends to take me for a ride with the promise of a naughty reward.

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