Category: MILF

abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

James was one of my regulars. He was a successful architect, intelligent and articulate in his professional life, but beneath the veneer of competence was a deep-seated need for comfort and discipline. The contrast was often poignant. He stood on the porch, clutching a worn teddy, his eyes wide and a little anxious. “Cory,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Hey, sweetie,” I replied, opening the door wider. “Come on in. It’s chilly out.”

He shuffled inside, immediately drawn to the cozy warmth of my living room. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air, the soft lighting casting a comforting glow. A playpen sat discreetly in the corner, surrounded by toys and plush blankets. It was a sanctuary. “Rough day?” I asked, gesturing towards the plush armchair. He nodded, burying his face in the teddy. “Mr. Henderson keeps micromanaging everything.” I knelt beside him, placing a gentle hand on his back. “Sounds stressful, honey. Did you remember to wear your pull-up today?” He nodded again, a small blush creeping up his neck. “Yes, Mama.” “Good boy,” I praised, my voice soft but firm. “Did you have any accidents?”

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julio

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve known Julio since college. We bonded over bad cafeteria food and worse poetry. He was always a bit intense. He felt things deeply, maybe too deeply. So, when he called me, his voice laced with a melange of excitement and shame, I should have been less surprised. “Cory,” he started, the word almost a gasp, “I need to tell you something. Something kinda fucked up.” I braced myself. With Julio, it could be anything from accidentally setting his apartment on fire while trying to flambé bananas to getting into a philosophical argument with an inanimate object.

This was different, though. I could hear it in his voice, that ragged edge of genuine distress. He told me about the photos. An old shoebox he’d found while helping his mother sort through her attic. Candid shots from her twenties, a lifetime ago. She was beautiful, vibrant, radiating a joy that Julio confessed he’d never really seen in her. And, yes, she was with other people. Arms around her waist, laughter on their faces, in various states of undress and even sexual positions, all moments of intimacy frozen in time.

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Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Harrison, a client I’d only heard whispers about, watched me with an unnerving intensity. He was older, distinguished, with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and simmering amusement. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt like I’d stepped into a different dimension.

“Honey,” he’d instructed, his voice a low rumble. “Something undeniably, gloriously sticky.” My pantry offered few options at that hour. I grabbed the honey, the golden liquid thick and viscous in the bottle. Its sweetness suddenly felt cloying, almost threatening. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. Another woman, Julie, stood across from me, her face a mask of professional detachment. “Mr. Harrison has a challenge for you, Julie,” he announced, his gaze shifting between us.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve been friends with benefits with Jack for a while now, and we both love exploring our deepest, dirtiest desires. When I mentioned the idea of a “Free Use Weekend”, where I’d let him use my holes however and whenever he wants, his eyes lit up with excitement. I knew I’d hit on something special.

That Friday afternoon, I arrived at Jack’s apartment wearing nothing but my best lingerie – a lacy black bralette and matching thong. I kicked off my heels in the entryway and sauntered inside, my bare ass and tits barely concealed by the thin silk. Jack was already home and had seen my suggestive texts all day. He greeted me in nothing but a towel, his huge cock already straining against the fabric.

I smiled coyly and slowly peeled off my bra, freeing my perky tits. “I’m all yours this weekend, baby. My pussy is yours to fuck whenever and however you want. No limits.”

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Cougar Fun

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

How long has it been since you discovered you loved olden women and having cougar fun? I bet it’s since you were a teenager. There was probably a hot MILF or neighbor you knew that you were desperate to fuck. Well, now you can.

I know that some of my cougar lovers have been calling me for a while, and I will never get tired of fucking you. But maybe there’s some fresh cock out there looking to try someone new. Wanting to see what kind of cougar fun they can have here and who can take their fantasies to the next level.

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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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