Category: MILF

dream

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I had a dream about you last night. You showed up at my door wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of tight grey boxer briefs. I let you in and you lead me to my bed, where you ravaged me for hours. I woke up with a start, my body aching with a familiar throb between my legs. The dream was still vivid in my mind, your smile, your body, your fucking touch. I could still feel your hands on my skin, your lips on my neck, your cock inside me. I groaned, my pussy already wet and ready. I wanted you, and I wanted you now.

I looked at the clock, it was early, but I picked up my phone and sent you a message. You responded almost immediately. “Is that so? And what exactly did I do to you in this dream of yours?” you replied, your words making my pussy throb even more. I bit my lip, my fingers already tracing the outline of my pussy through my panties. “You fucked me, hard and deep. You made me scream your name, made me beg for more. You made me cum so many times, I lost count.” I replied, my voice already breathless.

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ABDL

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Yesterday was one of those days where my little ABDL was just…off. Cranky doesn’t even begin to cover it. He was fussy, clingy, and nothing seemed to make him happy. I spent the morning trying different things. Toys, cuddles, a change of scenery – nothing seemed to break through his little storm cloud. He was clearly uncomfortable, and my heart ached to ease his distress. I’ve learned to recognize the signs, and a big one was the escalating fussiness that usually precedes a desperate need for sleep.

Knowing he was likely overtired, I decided to try a gentle approach. First, I ran a lukewarm bath. The warm water often works wonders, relaxing his body and washing away the grumps. As I gently bathed him, I talked softly, humming little tunes and making silly faces. I could feel his tension slowly melting away as he splashed and played, even managing a few smiles.

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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” →

dudes

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Let’s be honest, my phone rings more than a pizza delivery place. But instead of pepperoni, the requests are a little spicier. Some dudes want to unleash their inner dominant with a BDSM session. Others are curious about exploring their softer side with a lacy panty. And then, there are the ones who cut right to the chase: “Hey, you into pegging?”

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Pegging? Isn’t that, like, weird? Taboo? Something whispered about in hushed tones in the dark corners of the internet? Maybe. But let me tell you, honey, taboo is my middle name. And after years of navigating this particular corner of the pleasureverse, I’m here to tell you, it’s not nearly as strange as people think. In fact, it can be downright fantastic!

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You crave my tough love, don’t you? There’s no question that you know what you are. You know what you deserve. You’re nothing but a pathetic, worthless worm groveling at my feet. Your cock belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. I own you, body and soul.

You need it. You can’t get enough of me degrading you, humiliating you, treating you like the filthy little slut you are. Deep down, you know that’s what you deserve. A real dominant mistress to keep you in line.

You’ll do anything I say, won’t you? Obediently licking my boots, worshiping my divine pussy, servicing me like the subby little bitch I know you are. All for the privilege of maybe, just maybe, getting to cum. If I feel like allowing it.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friends and I were meeting for “Ladie’s Happy Hour”. We do it once a month. It’s our chance to catch up. This time we went to a really swanky, upscale place. It was the trendy spot to be, apparently. It was standing room only for a while. But we eventually got a high top in the bar. We had tapas, lots of drinks, and a great time catching up. It was time to catch our rides. We ordered them on our apps. So we made our way outside.

Right there before our eyes was a total hottie. In the sexiest car ever. He was pulled up to the valet. We stood in awe and speechless. A red convertible mustang. Music thumping. Sexy pink lights. Damn, who was this hottie? I wondered. Then his eyes locked with mine. It was magnetic. As if we had known each other our entire lives. It was so weird. He finally motioned for me to come over. I felt so awkward but drawn to him. He asked me if I needed a ride. I told him I had one coming. My friend’s rides started arriving. They were leaving one by one. Soon I was left alone.

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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Let me tell you, being a Mommy, it’s a whole lot of diaper changing and lullabies! I need a man, a real man, to come over and give me the fucking I deserve. Thankfully, I know just the guy who can help me scratch this neverending itch! His name is Jake, and he’s got a body like a Greek god and a smile that could melt butter. “Hey, Cory,” he answers when I call, his voice deep and husky. “What’s up?”

“I’m just so bored at home while my ABDL is asleep,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need a big, strong, hunky man to come over and fuck me hard with his big fat dick.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and then Jake chuckles. “Is that right?” he says. “Well, I think I can help you with that.” I give him my address and hang up, my heart pounding in my chest. I can’t believe I just did that. But I’m so turned on, I can barely stand it. I strip off my clothes and slip into something more comfortable –

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

I adore my diaper babies. I love changing diapers, dressing up my babyboys or babygirls, putting them in soft cotton onesies, or dressing them to go out. Making my babies feel snuggled and safe in Mommy’s hands.

But as much as I enjoy spoiling my babies, I must be stern. As a good Mommy, I know I cannot over-spoil them. When my babies break the rules and disappoint me, they must be disciplined. Spanking Dirty Diaper Baby.

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dinner

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna decided to host a family dinner, and made sure to invite all of her siblings, cousins, and of course, her naughty nephew. When all of the family members gathered and entered the front door, she pretended as if she hadn’t seen her naughty nephew for quiet some time, saving face and greeting him with a big hug and kiss in front of everyone, but as she leaned in, and they kissed each other on the cheek he whispered: ‘’I want to fuck you so hard.’’

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dressing room

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna went shopping for a new wardrobe. It had been a while since she treated herself and so she decided she needed some new threads. She had the sales clerk, a young handsome man, follow her around as she piled every item that caught her eye into his hands, until he could barely see over the mounting pile which he carried to the dressing room for her.

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