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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Our bachelorette weekend was coming to an end. It was time to pack up our stuff and hit the road. I started gathering my belongings. It didn’t take me long to realize that not only the first pair of panties were missing. ALL of my panties were missing. My phone started pinging. It was our group text. All of the girls were saying the same thing. Everyone’s panties had vanished into thin air. I knew it! My suspicions were right. The bed and breakfast owner’s husband was a panty thief. While part of me was upset and wanted to confront them. Another part of me thought he might just a panty boy that wants to feel what silky feminine panties feel like against his skin. So we decided not to say anything. As the owner thanked us and walked us out, she whispered “I’m sorry if any of you ladies have any missing undergarments, our clothes dryer likes to eat them sometimes”. The girls and I looked at each other, not knowing what to think or say. Then the owner turned towards the door. The wind blew up her skirt. And there was my thong up her ass!

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The power didn’t come from pulling him closer; it came from knowing exactly when to pull away.

He lay beneath me, his hands gripping the mattress so tightly his knuckles were white. His breathing had long since lost its rhythm, reduced to ragged gasps every time I shifted my weight. The air in the room felt heavy. Thick with a heat that had nothing to do with the summer evening outside and everything to do with the absolute control I held over the space between us.

I leaned down, trailing the tips of my fingers along his jawline, down the tense column of his throat, and over his chest. I could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic staccato. He looked up at me, pupils blown wide, silently begging for a release that I wasn’t ready to give him.

“Please,” he whispered, the word strained, barely breaking through the quiet of the room.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I leaned closer, letting my lips brush against his ear, murmuring a promise I had no intention of keeping just yet. I began to move again, slow and agonizingly deliberate, bringing him right to the precipice. I watched the exact moment… Continue reading “Edging The Wave Of Pleasure” →

2086

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2086

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The steady beeping and whirring of nearby machines slowly wakes you. First, your eyes blink open, revealing a hazy, bright world. The lights make you blink a few more times before a hospital room comes into focus. Surrounding your bed is a crowd of nurses and female doctors. Ohs and awes break out among them, and you hear hushed sounds of excitement. “He’s awake! He’s really awake.”

When you try to rub your eyes and clear this odd dream, you realize your arms are strapped down to the hospital bed, and looking down, your giant erection greets you as it tents the bed sheets. “What’s going on?” You struggle against the restraints, and one of the beautiful nurses presses a stethoscope to your throbbing cock head. Her grin is wide, and she nods to the group. “Don’t do that. What do you mean? Where am I?” You beg them for answers, but they are too busy excitedly chattering to themselves to answer you.

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Small Dick

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Please tell me you’re not coming to fuck me with that small dick and expecting me to actually get off. Maybe I’m mistaken and what’s in between your legs isn’t even a dick after all. No really, what is it?

I literally can’t tell if it’s a clit or a cock. Your small dick, if you can even call it a dick, is pathetic. Almost as pathetic as you, what is it, like 4 inches? I’m probably being generous with that estimate, huh?

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Office Throat Slut

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“Miss Reese,” the crackled voice came through the intercom. “Mr. Davis will see you now.” I stood up and smoothed the simple pencil skirt down my thighs. My blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show off my cleavage, and my tall high heels made no sound as I walked across the carpet to his office.

Carefully, I pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped into his office. Mr. Davis was on the phone, no doubt with a high-paying client. He didn’t look up from his notepad but crooked a finger for me to begin. I licked my lips as he pushed his big office chair back from the desk. Dropping down to my hands and knees, I crawled to my position under his desk. Our eyes did meet then, just briefly, as I sat on my heels and began to unzip his pants.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

We all got such a good night’s sleep after our full body massages with wonderfully happy endings. We woke up so refreshed and ready for the last activity of our bachelorette weekend. After a big breakfast, we headed to the spa. It was built in an underground cavern with natural mineral springs. People come from near and far to experience the healing properties. We were going to get detoxifying clay body wraps. I’d never had anything like it before so I was intrigued and excited. 

They took us deep into the cave, down a cold, dark hallway. We finally reached a room lit up with red lighting and full of massage type tables. There was a man standing at each table ready to start slathering us with warm clay. It felt so good. I almost fell asleep. But then he started wrapping me up in a material textured somewhere gauze and burlap. With each layer he wrapped tighter and tighter, until I was fully bound and unable to move. I had to just relax and take deep breaths. Otherwise I began to feel claustrophobic and panic.The only parts of my body that weren’t covered were my head and crotch.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Please Read Part 1 to catch you up….

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Suddenly I realized that I was going to get my pussy waxed in front of all of these people. But when it came time, I realized it was going to be my asshole too. I couldn’t believe I agreed to this. And I couldn’t believe Brandy hadn’t forewarned me. But I pulled my legs back like she told me to. I spread them wide open. The instructor came over for a close up view. Her face was about a foot away from my pussy. She made me feel so uncomfortable. But when Brandy started spreading that warm wax all over me, I started to get so aroused. I know they could both see my pussy getting wet and my clit swelling. It felt so good but I was so embarrassed. When she started applying the strips and rubbing on them, I literally almost came. She stopped right in time.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My thighs burned from the depth of my crouch as we circled each other. You’ve ripped off my top and with it my bra. My tits swing heavy, and I’ve got my hands held out, ready to shove you back should you lunge forward. There is a cocky grin spread wide across your face when you fake forward, and I jolt back. “Scared you’ll lose?” You taunt me.

Using your teasing as a chance to strike, I jump into your chest, throwing you off balance and plowing you to the ground. Your hands grab at my hips as you try to turn us. Hoping to pin me to the floor, but my powerful thighs clench your arms to your ribs, and I yell out a premature sound of victory.

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Cock Sucking Pro

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Would you consider yourself a cock sucking pro? No?!? Well that’s just too unfortunate for me to let continue. Stick with me and I’ll make sure you’re on the right path to getting your first cock in between those lips of yours.

If you know me you know that I will not take no for an answer once I decide to make you my cock sucking protege. You wouldn’t want to let me down anyway, would you? Of course not. So just accept your new role as my personal cock sucking pro and we’ll have zero issues.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I call it my gallery, though most would call it a dungeon. People focus too much on the wreckage of souls left behind in my wake, but never enough on the tools that craft such transformations. I walk the length of the room, as my heels click against the polished floor. To my left, the rack of whips perfectly catches the dim light. They are my finest instruments, with each one balanced to a fraction of an ounce. I use them frequently and adoringly.

Further down the wall, protected behind glass, lies my collection of heavy iron toys. These are for when I require total stillness. The weighted spreaders, the chrome-plated clamps, and the intricate, velvet lined locks all look so pretty in their perfect places. Each piece is a masterpiece of cold, unyielding geometry. I love the way they look…clean, clinical, and utterly indifferent to the humanity they are meant to restrain.

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