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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Surely when people saw us out and about, they assumed we were just your normal upper-class couple. My husband’s six-figure salary kept me in the finest clothes and accessories. One would say I was the perfect trophy wife on the outside looking in. No one would ever assume I was keeping a huge secret from my rich husband. Although we had sex once or twice a week, he was never able to fully satisfy my desires. I knew it would never get better, so for the last 3 years of our 5-year marriage, I’ve been having sex with other men.

 

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

He’d been especially obedient today, never once faltering as I asked him to fetch my slippers, dust the bookshelf, or even whisper a shy “good girl” whenever I caught his eyes darting away in embarrassment. So, I decided that a reward was in order.

When I called him into the living room, he hesitated at the doorway. I guided him onto the plush couch. My hands moved with deliberate slowness, brushing against his smooth skin, feeling the delicate tremor that rose with each lingering touch. I slipped my fingers under his robe, tracing the curve of his waist, then sliding down to his hips, where the soft fabric clung to his slender thighs.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

“I’ll do anything you want, Goddess,” is the most annoying thing to fall off your lips when it’s followed by, “Oh, but I don’t like that.” Or, “I’m not into guys. I am straight!” Then youre a fucking liar, aren’t you? Because you just said you’d do ANYTHING I wanted—no time for backpedaling now.

The Sissy for today’s activity is strapped to a table with one leg tied up to a pole. Putting her legs in a wide-open “L” shape. Her skirts flipped up to expose that giant sissy clit. She didn’t know what was going to happen today, but it didn’t matter because, unlike you, she really will endure anything for me.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Jacob was soft‑spoken and obedient. He always provided the perfect contrast to my demanding presence and had given me everything a domme could ask for. Trust, reverence and especially, a willingness to let his world revolve around my whims.

I loved the way his eyes looked up the moment I raised my hand and the way his breath caught when my heels clicked against the cold hardwood. He knew the rhythm of my voice and the cadence of my commands. He trusted me with the parts of himself he never let anyone else see. And for a long time, that was enough. Until it wasn’t. Until I needed more.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

It’s a fantasy you haven’t been able to make come true. You’ve wanted to cum like a girl for so long that the frustration of attempt after attempt has left you defeated. Don’t worry, bitch, I got you. I’m an expert at giving girls their first sissygasm through rigorous training.

There is often a waiting list for this program because so many of you can’t seem to reach that g-spot. So be patient and willing to give it your all when you finally get the chance to train with Shemale Alexus.

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Who doesn’t love hot chocolate? I’m talking about the finest chocolate one could have. My golden brown skin, 5’6” petite frame, legs perfect for wrapping around your waist. Not to mention the most perfect perky tits a man would want. They complement my pretty face oh so well. This hot chocolate needs some special cream to add more flavor. The kind of cream only produced from that hard, thick, veiny cock that belongs to you. Once you get a taste of my hot chocolate, the sweetest chocolate treat, your cock will harden instantly. Your fat, thick head will swell and you will want to bury every inch of yourself deep inside my warm, wet love cave.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I had just left the coffee shop where I’d been nursing a latte, thinking about the cute guy I saw ordering coffee while I was there. He was in and out in a flash, but the scent of his cologne lingered just enough for me to daydream. I turned the corner onto Maple Avenue, my favorite shortcut, and there he was, leaning against the brick wall of the alley. It started to rain almost as soon as we made eye-contact.

I laughed in disbelief and he reached out, brushing a stray droplet of water from my cheek. The feeling of his fingertip on my face sent a delightful shiver down my spine. “You look like you belong in a movie,” he whispered. I answered with a cheeky “Only if you’re the director,” and we both giggled.

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Roxxxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

My girlfriends and I always go out to celebrate daylight savings time. We love the extra energy that the sunlight provides to the nightlife. The gentleman’s club also gets busier and rowdier. This time of year just makes people hornier. It’s natural, it’s mating season. The warmer weather also allows us to wear our skimpiest little outfits. Which we obviously love since teasing the boys and getting them hard and drooling is our favorite thing to do. All of the clubs offer us free drinks because they know having sexy girls in their club will bring in more men. So between the clubs and the guys, we drink and eat all night and never have to spend a dime. We even get free uber rides because we sit in the back seat, flash the driver, and make out for him to watch in his rear view mirror. Sometimes they even tip us, lol. It’s so empowering to be able to get pretty much whatever we want, and control men, just because we have pussies. Of course there are dangers as well. We have had stuff slipped into our drinks more times than I can count.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I slipped the silk camisole over my head, feeling the buttery fabric glide against my skin. My heart fluttered when I felt the delicate lace trimmed the edges of the garment. Each tiny stitch promised a day of exquisite self‑indulgence. I twirled before the full‑length mirror, watching the soft ivory cascade over my curves. The scent of fresh laundry mingled with a faint trace of vanilla from the candle on my dresser and I laughed, savoring the simple, almost reckless joy of dressing for no one but myself.

The afternoon stretched lazily and I decided to venture out for coffee. I paired my lacy underlayer with a loose, button‑down shirt that fluttered just enough to hint at the hidden treasure beneath. As I stepped onto the bustling sidewalk, a breeze lifted the hem of my skirt, teasing a flash of blush‑pink satin that made my cheeks warm with delighted embarrassment.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

Today I, The Daddy’s Girl who’s always been a bit too bold for her own good, found myself in a situation that’s anything but innocent. You could say this was the inception of my Loss of Innocence. It happened when you, a sexy daddy-type, who’s been eyeing me from across the room at all of our recent family gatherings, walking towards me to finally make your move. I can see the smirk on your face, and the lust in your eyes, and I can feel you mentally undressing me as you approach. And let me tell you, I’m not complaining.

I can feel your hard cock pressing through the fabric of your slacks as you hug me tight, my perky tits pressed against you, while we both try to pretend you didn’t just enjoy a handful of my tight ass. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Danika?” your voice a low rumble in my ear that instantly soaks my panties. I bite my lip, looking up at you through my lashes. “I’ve been trying to be good.” But we both know that’s a lie. I’ve been anything but good. I’ve been thinking about fucking you for far, far too long. Continue reading “Loss of Innocence” →