Category: fetish phonesex

Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

How naughty can this teen get on Halloween? Well if you know me that should be pretty easy to answer. I was thinking though after I’ve had all my fun out and about collecting my candy what should I do then. I’ll have all this candy and it would just take me way too long to eat it all alone. So what I think needs to happen is I not eat it all alone. I’m thinking a candy buffet for all my naughty boys. Me as the main course.

I will be laid out on the table. Naked but on top of my body will be mounds of all the Halloween candy I have here. You will each get a turn of 30 seconds a turn to eat as much as you can. After the 30 seconds your turn will be over and it’s the next guy in lines turn. No hands can be used only your mouths. This will keep going until one of you is able to free my body from all the candy, I’m covered in. The first one who is able to do that gets an extra special treat.

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tease

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“Amber, you’re such a cock tease,” you groan, leaning back in your chair. “I swear, you love driving me wild.” “Would that be so bad?” I purr, grinning as I cross my legs. I’m wearing a short skirt and a tight top that shows off my cleavage, and I know you can’t take your eyes off me. “Maybe I love making you beg for it.”

You love it when I tease you, when I make you work for it. It’s all part of our little game. “And you love it,” I say, standing up and walking over to you. I lean down, my breath hot on your ear. “You love how I make you feel, how I make you want me so badly you can’t think straight.”

I cross my legs again, my skirt riding up to show even more of my thighs. You swallow hard, your eyes locked on mine. I straddle your lap, my skirt riding up to show my bare pussy. “Let’s begin.” I lean down, my breath hot on your ear. “I want you to send tribute to my account right now,” I whisper. “And then, we’ll see where things go from there.” You

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I’m a married man Dr. Julie” he shamefully admits. He goes on to explain that he feels so guilty for having these desires and needs that she can’t fulfill. I explain to him that this is a safe place to express himself and get his needs met in a safe and healthy way. Lying to her seems wrong and really bothers him. I explain that if telling someone the truth about something is only going to hurt them and nothing good is going to come from it, then don’t. Doing so is only to make yourself feel better and is selfish at this point. We only live once, at least in these bodies. And life is short. We shouldn’t deny, or deprive ourselves. We deserve to be happy. We all have fantasies, fetishes, and desires. It’s natural. We can’t stop those thoughts. The harder we try, the stronger they are.

I tell him that this is where he can let go and know that everything we do, say, play, and pretend here stays here. This is therapy. You will be a happier, healthier person and husband because of it.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

I once was prey, just like you. Weak, unseeing…mortal. That was until one late night in October when I got separated from my friends after a girls’ night in the city. We’d been drinking way too much and stumbled out of the club, intending to walk back to our hotel.

One minute, I was behind them, and then my high heel got stuck in a grate. I bent down in the street to wiggle it free, and when I looked up again, they were gone. The road had been crowded and loud, but as I scanned either direction for my friends, the entire street was eerily quiet. Under the street lights, only puffs of steam stretched across the space between buildings. Finally, I called out for them, standing up with one shoe in my hand.

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I am your addiction. You are a weak, beta male with money to give and love giving Me all your money… I love taking it from you. It’s a fun, twisted game we play, and you can’t help yourself. You are absolutely hooked. Today’s “game”, I will be instructing you on every move you make, every sensation you are allowed to feel. So, come into My domain, and be prepared for another day of being My slave.

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Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

I’m housesitting for the Johnsons again. Once again, I’m fantasizing about what it would be like to be Mrs. Johnson. She has a perfect life, a perfect house, a perfect husband, and she’s perfect. They get to travel all the time. Right now they are at a bed and breakfast located in a wine vineyard right outside of town. I start imagining what their romantic evening is going to be like. I see them having a private, candlelit dinner on the rooftop overlooking the wine vineyard. She looks beautiful, but he looks even better. After dinner she slips into sexy lingerie, and he makes wild, passionate love to her. She’s the luckiest woman in the world to have such a sexy, sweet, romantic, and absolutely perfect husband in every way. The thought makes me wet. I start looking through a photo album on the coffee table. It’s full of pictures of them traveling around the world. I can’t help but start playing with myself. I’m imagining him making love to me. All of a sudden, I heard the front door open. I sat on the sofa stunned with no bottoms on. I was spread wide open, playing with myself.

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Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

You suggest we leave the club and go back to your place. I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of what could happen between us is too enticing to resist. As soon as we’re through the door, you take control. I can feel your hands roaming my body, possessively claiming me as yours. You pull away, your eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you growl, your fingers tracing the hem of my dress. “I want to tie you up and have my way with you.”

My breath hitches in my throat as you speak, my body trembling with anticipation. I nod my head, giving you my consent. You waste no time, leading me to your bedroom, tying me to the bedposts with soft, silky ropes, and exploring every inch of my body with your hands and mouth. Your fingers dance close to my pussy but never quite touch it. I’m writhing beneath you, desperate for release.

“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “Please what?” you ask, your fingers finally sliding inside me. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. You don’t need any more encouragement and

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Fantasy Football Predictions

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Football season is upon us, and so many men are spending far too much time on Fantasy Football. The draft stole your attentions and now the games. However, it’s worse than you just watching and enjoying a little sports, no! You are turning your back on your team just because some random player on your rival team is on your roster!

I’ve decided to help make this season a little more fun for both of us. I miss you playing with me instead of watching all of the games nearly every day of the week, so I’ve set my AI intentions on plotting the game predictions to give you the best lineup possible.

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Sissy Ballerina Maid

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My little cross-dressing sissy complained that she had no time to dress up and feel girlie. I guess her wife really hates when she dresses up as a female and wants nothing to do with it. So, trying to give her a solution to her problem while solving one of my own, I told her to come over. She could tell her wife she was coming over to watch a game or something.

My little girl came over in her boy’s clothing and squealed like a slut as she dove into my closet. She twirled and danced and shimmied into this cute little ballerina outfit. Pink nylons under a pink leotard with a huge oversized tutu. I helped her lace up her little ballet flats and then did her makeup.

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espresso

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Mommy Anna had made herself an espresso. She left it on the kitchen table with her biscotti when the phone suddenly rang. It was her lover. He wanted to talk dirty to her, and her to him, so she proceeded upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

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