Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna took her naughty boy to the mall to buy some clothes. She warned him before they left that he’d better behave. Something told her that he wouldn’t so she packed a diaper bag just in case. As they walked in the mall, hand in hand, Mommy Anna started to notice something funny.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I glanced at the screen, and a name I hadn’t seen in over a year popped up: Scott. My ex-boyfriend, Scott. I stared for a second, wondering if it was some kind of mistake. Then the text itself loaded: ‘Hey, it’s Scott. Got a new phone, wanted to make sure you had my number.’ Um, why? Seriously. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but a reply felt unnecessary. What could he possibly want? And why now, after all this time? It’s been a full year since we spoke, since he walked in on me and Greg, since our whole world imploded.
I mean, ‘imploded’ sounds dramatic, but for me, it was more like a necessary demolition. Scott had become a lump. When he lost his job, I tried to be supportive, I really did. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and he just moped around the apartment, expecting me to pick up all the slack. Rent, groceries, bills – it all fell on my shoulders. It was overwhelming, frustrating, and frankly, I was drowning. I just needed an escape, you know? Something, anything, to make me feel alive again.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna came home from a hard day. She slipped off her high heels and tip toed upstairs. Then began to undress in her bedroom and take off her pins, her corset, and her stockings, each one by one, slowly. Mommy Anna undid her anklets and bracelets and placed them in their trays on her night table. Then she let her panties drop to the floor and removed her bra.
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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I scanned the field as I walked closer to the stands. The new guy I’ve been seeing plays on this co-ed softball team against other local businesses every Wednesday night. They get hot and sweaty, then after the game, go to the pub around the corner from the field to grab a few cold ones. Timmy takes softball VERY seriously.
He’s the guy who organizes the practices, schedules the games with the other teams, and is their star batter. The man is swoon-worthy when dominating the diamond, but at home, he’s just my wittle Timmy. At home, he can’t tie his shoes or catch a ball! He’s far too wittle for big boy things like that, never mind playing a game with the big kids or knowing how to use the potty. Softball and I are two parts of his life that Timmy would prefer never to collide. That’s why I’ve decided to crash his game tonight and be the best sports mom he never knew he wanted.
Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
I slid myself onto the bar stool next to him, to his right, leaned over and while trying to get the bartender’s attention I noticed him staring at the flat screen tv’s above the bar. He was calm, serene. I was confused, it seemed like he didn’t know I was sitting beside him. I placed my hand on his arm, he was very fit, a body builder.
Still no reaction from him. He sat drinking beer from a pilsner. I gave up when the bartender walked over. “What can I get for you?” Before I could say anything he spoke “Yeah get her a jack and coke.” he spoke loudly and confidently. I sank in my seat. He knew I was fucking sitting here the entire time. Knowing this was intentional I didn’t speak. “Right? That’s your drink of choice” he confirmed, finally making eye contact. “Yep” I shrugged looking away, focusing my attention on the bartender.
J placed his hand on my thigh, slid it between my legs and then further up and under my skirt. He then began rubbing my pussy over my panties.
1-844-332-2639 ext 404
“Ready when you are, Axel,” I said, trying to hide the sheer delight in my voice. Tonight, he had something particularly strange planned and I was pumped for it. “Okay, baby. I want you to take a jar of honey…” he began, his voice sounding low and suggestive. I followed his instructions, a strange mix of amusement and disgust swirling within me. The honey was cold and sticky against my skin as I dolloped it into the back of my panties, then lay down on my bed. Next came the caramel sauce, a thick, sugary stream down the front of my jeans. It was a disgusting concoction, the textures all wrong, the sensation was almost hilarious. I had a hard time not laughing.
As Axel urged me on, describing what he imagined, I started to play along, moaning and writhing as he encouraged me to rub my clit in that sticky mess. “Oh, Amber, you can’t cum yet,” Axel breathed, clearly satisfied with his plan. “You can only cum when I say so.” I lay there, covered in sticky goo, a smirk playing on my lips. “Typical!” I said, laughing. The next few minutes were a mix of edging and frustration, then Axel finally let me cum. I screamed as my body shook, and I squirted all over myself.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Little Anna went to go ask Daddy for permission to go out with her friends. Daddy, without hesitation said NO!. ‘’But I never get to go anywhere or do anything!’’ Anna protested. ‘’Too bad,’’ Daddy said. ‘’You haven’t done your chores, you haven’t done your homework, your room is a mess and –‘’ before he could finish Anna let out a big sigh and barked ‘’fine!’’ back, stomping up to her room. She better be getting ready for bed, Daddy thought to himself.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I remember the day I first laid eyes on your microscopic member. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pitiful sight. It looked like a shriveled up prune, a sad little nub that could barely be called a manhood. And the way it flopped around futilely, as if it thought it had a chance at bringing anyone pleasure. How adorable. And yet, how pathetic.
You tried to protest when I first threatened to cage that tiny prick of yours. “What if I get aroused?” you whined. As if your pathetic arousal meant anything to me. The only function your dick has is to bring me amusement now.
Phonesex With Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
My good friend Kelly has married a cheater. He is the kind of man who just can’t keep his dick in his pants. I saw all the warning signs and all the red flags, and I tried to tell her not to marry him, but she was in love. She “trusted” him not to break her heart or hurt her—poor, stupid Kelly.
It’s been three months since the wedding, and already, he’s gotten sloppy. He left his social media logged in on their home computer, and when she sat down to pay bills, she saw the messages between him and some teenybopper slut. Kelly was beside herself as if she didn’t see this coming. She cried on my shoulder, asking for advice, and since she hadn’t listened to me the first time I gave some (telling her not to marry him), I knew I had to take care of this myself. I was going to diaper a cheater.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Memorial Day BBQs can get pretty wild! Sun shining, drinks flowing, and the grill fired up made for a lot of people needing to use the bathroom. My poor little potty just couldn’t keep up with the demand, and it stopped flushing! I was in a bit of a panic! At least fifty people were at my house chugging bottles and stuffing their faces with burgers and hot dogs! With only one nonworking bathroom, I was going to have a huge problem.
At least, I thought I was, till I remembered my little toilet slave was attending the BBQ! I ran over to where he sat at the edge of the pool, chatting and laughing like his tongue wasn’t casually used as toilet paper for me whenever I felt the need. I grabbed his elbow and yanked him up. “Come on! Duty calls.”