Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
My standard rule is if my dick is bigger than yours, I get to be the top. It only makes sense; no one wants to get fucked by a small dick, and I deserve at least six and a half inches if I’m going to bend over. However, since it’s the season of giving, I’ll be generous and spread my cheeks for you if your dick is bigger than my heels.
Oh, no… My heels are bigger?! You don’t even have five inches in your pants? How do you even call yourself a man?
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
“Why, Stella? Why do you insist on being the one holding the leash?” They look at the high polish on my boots, or maybe they see the faint marks on my neck left by a tightly fitted collar, wondering what I’ll say. It’s tempting to give them a chic answer about power dynamics or the beautiful theater of kink. But tonight, I will be honest. I don’t love power in the abstract. I love taking it.
The moment it happens—the shift—is a quiet, terrifying thing, even after all this time. You’re watching a person who handles boardroom negotiations or complicated machinery every day suddenly relinquish the single most burdensome thing we all carry: the right to decide. When they kneel, they aren’t just kneeling to me. They are kneeling to the absence of consequence. They are begging to hand over their anxiety, their morality, their burdensome free will, and place it directly in my hands.
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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
Usually, I try to avoid “meeting the boyfriend’s parents,” but Ian was persistent. I’m sure he was picturing a future that would never happen, but after he kept asking three times and I kept refusing, I caved. Dressed in an overly sexy dress, I let him pick me up and bring me to his parents’ home for dinner.
Ian’s dad opened the door, and my cock throbbed instantly. He was precisely the kind of silver fox I love to dig my dick into. When he gave me a welcoming hug, I pressed myself in a little too tightly and held on to him a little too long. Ian gave me a strange look when we finally parted, but his dad’s hand went to my lower back to welcome me into the house.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Say we met at a party after you’ve had one too many. Too many to notice the things people typically see about me. The things that tell them I’m not all female. You’ve somehow missed all those cues, and then we end up making out.
It’s the hottest makeout session you’ve had since high school. I mean, we are hot and heavy, and then you led me up to a bedroom expecting to get your dick wet. But as you undress me, the elephant in the room becomes revealed. Would you suck it?
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Do you ever wish there was a test that would just tell you, for sure, a hundred percent if you were a sissy bitch or a man? Honey, I have one! And it’s so simple you can take it right now!
I know you’ll be anxious about the results, but this little quiz is so quick and easy you’ll know if you are a sissy by the time you finish reading this blog! Sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it? Hehe, I want you to take a good look at my photo. Really, zoom in and have a look. What do you see? What turns you on? Think about how you would feel if you called me up and told me everything in that picture that made your dick twitch. Good, now keep reading for your results.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Another one. Always the same hopeful, pathetic look in their eyes. As if I would be anything more than a fleeting fantasy for their miserable lives. “Bonjour, Monsieur,” I purred, my voice dripping with an accent thicker than the Parisian fog. He flinched, already knowing what was coming. Good. Fear is the first step to understanding your place.
He mumbled a greeting, as his gaze darted around my dimly lit salon. The velvet curtains, the antique furniture, the subtle scent of expensive perfume…it was all designed to overwhelm. To make them feel small. And it worked. Every time. “You are late,” I stated, not as a question, but as a cold, hard fact. They call me a bitch. Bien sûr. What did they expect? A gentle caress? A whispered endearment? Ridicule.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Halloween is the perfect holiday for a slutty sissy. The best excuse to really whore it up and wear the sexiest outfit you can find. Last week I told you about a slutty sissy I know who spent Halloween at a club with me. We had the BEST night together full of hot men and even hotter encounters.
After getting my girl dressed up in a sexy nurse uniform, we left my place and started towards a big Halloween party downtown that I’d heard about. She was following closely behind me, but I could tell she was nervous. My slutty sissy was a virgin after-all.
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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Stalking me through the dim labyrinth of the old city, the vampire had likely intended to make me his next meal. His kind always did—arrogant, immortal creatures who thought they were untouchable. But I knew his type well. Desire coiled beneath the surface of his insidious grace, an itch beyond the thirst for my veins.
I let him follow me into the shadows of an abandoned theater, the scent of dust and decay clinging to the velvet seats. Then I turned to face him, arms crossed beneath my chest, the curve of my corset pressing my body in ways I knew would taunt him. “You’ve been watching me,” I murmured, tilting my head. “Do I fascinate you?”
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
It’s Halloween time so you know what that means, sexy costumes for my sissy girls! It’s the best time of year for my girls. When all my little sissies can shed their inhabitations and look sexier than ever.
All year long you secretly wear lingerie, panties and the hottest women’s clothing. But on Halloween all bets are off and the sexy costumes come out in full force!
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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I’ve made a grave mistake. As the undertaker, it’s my job to prepare my clients for their first event in permanent darkness. Most often, families want to present their loved ones one last time wearing something elegant. So a wedding dress or tuxedo isn’t unusual.
I’m telling you this because it’s how my mistake started. A man came in six weeks ago. He was beautiful even in his state. I was informed he had met his maker while cheating on his wife with some hot piece of ass from his office. His heart couldn’t handle the excitement, and he departed with a hard-on. A very large hard-on, to be precise. Of course, his wife was embarrassed and humiliated, and requested that I find a way to hide it. I sure did find a way! And that way got me pregnant!