Category: horny phone sex

 

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He fucked me before check out. He didn’t even knock—just swiped the keycard and walked in like he owned the room. I was still in the hotel robe, loosely tied, the faintest drop of wine on my bottom lip. I met his stare and smiled. He knew what that meant. Without a word, he dropped his bag and came to me like he was starving. His hand slid around my neck, lips crashing into mine. My robe slid off my shoulders, exposing nothing underneath. I hadn’t worn panties on purpose. I wanted his hands on me the second he walked in.

He pushed me back onto the bed, parting my thighs with his knee, eyes locked on mine as he trailed soft kisses down my collarbone, the curve of my breasts, then lower. I could feel the heat between my legs grow unbearable as his tongue teased along my inner thigh—so close I almost begged. And then he tasted me. Slow at first, like he wanted to savor every moan, every twitch of my hips.

I reached down, threading my fingers through his hair, pressing him deeper into me. His tongue flicked, circled, then flattened against me, the pressure Continue reading “Fuck Me Before Check Out” →

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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

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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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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

They don’t talk enough about morning cravings. That deep, aching heat between your legs when your body wakes up before your brain does. The kind of hunger that doesn’t want coffee—it wants to be touched, devoured, worshipped. And baby, I’m here for every inch of that.

I’m not just a morning person—I’m YOUR morning person. I’m available before your alarm, ready when you’re half-awake and already hard or soaked from a dream you wish had never ended. You know the one—the one where I was wrapped around you, moaning into your ear, my nails dragging down your back while you begged for more or how about the one humiliating you while you wear my panty hose.

You don’t have to wait for the sun to be fully up to handle your business. I’m already wet. Already throbbing. Already spreading my legs or bending over, waiting to hear you say how badly you need to feel me. You want that fantasy? I’ll feed it to you while you’re still rubbing sleep out of your eyes.

Early risers deserve to be rewarded—and trust me, I reward very well. You want to fuck before breakfast? Slide your tongue between my thighs before brushing Continue reading “Morning Cravings” →

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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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What A Shy Boy

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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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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was bound and determined to see my friend’s dad again. But I was also feeling a little bit like a crazy stalker. I managed to figure out the gate code and get in. And I snooped and found my friend’s spare house key.  Of course I didn’t know  how he was going to react. But I had an intense need to be with him. I needed to see him. It was like an uncontrollable craving. Like an addiction.

I quietly unlocked and opened the front door. Luckily there was no alarm. The house was dark. My heart was racing. I walked upstairs to his room. He was asleep. I decided to just slip my sundress off and climb into bed with him. He turned over and put his arm around me. I felt his hand slide down my back to my bare ass. All of a sudden, he jumped up. I think he literally almost had a heart attack. He turned on the lamp. Grabbing his chest and trying to catch his breath, “Rachel, what on earth are you doing?” He looked completely shocked. “Why are you naked? How did you get in?” He was so confused.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I let some random guys drain their balls by running a train on me last night at my party. They fucked this sweet black twat so good. There were so many different cocks in all my fuck holes. Big cocks, small ones, some guy even had a curve. I felt like I was a filthy whore serving my life’s purpose.

On my knees deep throating and gagging on hard wood. Getting hardcore fucked doggy style and missionary. Having my asshole creampied like I’m a dirty cum dumpster. The guys were lucky to be fucking a cunt like me. This chocolate box was the life of the party. “Fuck that pussy was so good man!” I dropped my load off in the bitch.”

I could hear a few of the guys chatting in the background while I’m still getting fucked by the last bit of guys. It made me smile because I knew I was getting the job done. I always wanted to be a part of a gangbang but never had the courage to do so. So I went the traditional way. I threw a party and invited only guys. Haha! Leave it up to a slut like me to think Continue reading “Ball Draining on a Train” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

They say marriage destroys passion, but whoever “they” are clearly haven’t lived in my world. Being a horny housewife doesn’t mean my days are just about laundry, meal prepping, and running errands. Oh no! Between folding fitted sheets and making grocery lists, there’s an entirely different kind of craving I deal with—one that has nothing to do with food.

Maybe it’s the stillness of the house when his kids are at school or the way my body hums with anticipation when I hear my husband’s key turn in the door. Or maybe it’s just that I refuse to believe that passion has an expiration date. Whatever it is, I’m a woman who wants what she wants—and I take it whenever I can.

Mornings start with coffee, but they don’t always end that way. Some days, my husband barely makes it out the door before I pull him back into bed, his tie still in my hands as I remind him why he married me in the first place. Other times, I let the anticipation build, teasing him with texts throughout the day, little reminders that I’m waiting for him… dripping, needy, ready. The thrill isn’t just in the bedroom, either. Continue reading “Horny Housewife” →

Boobie Bliss

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“What do we have here?” Zoey giggled as her fingers dipped into the cups of my bra and pulled them low to allow my boobies to spill out. “These titties are so perfect, I could just wrap my lips around them.” She looked at Kevin and then back at me before dipping her pursed lips to my stiff nipples.

“Oh, yes, Zoey.” I reached my hand up to brush my fingers under her ribs and up to cradle her handful of boob. My thumb grazed across her smooth flesh to pinch her nipple, and the resulting squeak from her made both Kevin and I grin.

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