xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
“You’re in so much trouble,” Daddy announced himself as he stepped into the room. I was lying on my tummy playing on my phone. “Do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” He asked with a raised brow. I shrugged a single shoulder.
“Not much.” I sassed. It was hard to keep a straight face when bratting off, but I managed. He towered over me as he got closer, his shadow coming over the screen of my phone, causing me to look up at him.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My boyfriend J and I are super into accomplice play. Fortunately my dumb little sister fucked up recently giving me and J an opportunity to indulge our favorite kink.
My sister Katie sat perched on the edge of my bed, wearing my most scandalous lingerie. The lacy bra and thong set J had surprised me with last month.
“Oh, Diana,” Katie mumbled without looking up, her voice laced with guilt and defiance. “I just wanted to…you know, feel like you for a bit.”
We’d grown up sharing clothes and secrets, but this was a line crossed into treacherous territory. Suddenly, a memory flashed: J’s wolfish gaze lingering on my sister at dinner the other night. The way his eyes followed her slender curves, a hunger simmering beneath the surface. A plan formed, bitter and twisted, but necessary.
“Girl, follow me,” I snapped, my voice icy.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Mommy decided to go out for brunch with her girlfriends. I knew she’d be gone for hours cause she always was when she went out for a girls’ brunch. So, I planned to sneak into Daddy’s bed. Because Daddy avoids my attempts to try and get him alone. But he won’t be able to dodge me today. I know Daddy always sleeps in when Mommy goes out for her girl dates. So, after I heard Mommy leave, I put on my cutest nightie and I snuck into their bedroom. Daddy laid still snoring away as I climbed up on the bed next to him. Daddy wasn’t getting away from me this time.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
I’ll never forget the day my panties became so drenched during Professor Thompson’s lecture that I had to sneakily press a folded tissue against my crotch to absorb the excess moisture. It all started when he began to teach us about human anatomy, standing close to the podium, his broad frame dominating the front of the classroom. As he gestured to illustrate a point, his large hands brushed against his pants, and I could unmistakably make out the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.
Throughout the lesson, I found myself staring, mesmerized by the way his powerful thighs flexed or how his dark eyes sparkled with intellectual fervor. My mind raced with forbidden thoughts, and before I knew it, my panties were clinging to my pussy, the crotch saturated with arousal. I squirmed in my seat, trying to subtly relieve some of the pressure building inside me. Continue reading “Wet Panties”
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My shift has been long. The music is loud, the men are loud. On this stage, I am a queen, even if the crown is just a spotlight and the throne is a brass pole. They watch me, hands gripping their drinks, their eyes hungry. I give them a show. But inside, I feel empty. A machine on repeat. I need something real.
My set ends. The applause is sloppy. I grab my towel and head quickly toward the back hall. “Five minutes, Stella,” the DJ calls out. Five minutes. That’s enough time. I push open the door to the small storage closet near the ice machine. It smells like bleach and desperation. I lock the bolt quietly. No one ever comes back here. This dark, hidden place is mine.
Continue reading “My shift has been long and I need a break”
Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330
I’m Jackie, and on Veteran’s Day, I like to pay my respects in a special way. Y’all know I’m a Georgia peach, all curves and sass, so I head on over to the VFW hall to show my gratitude in the most southern, honey-sweet fashion.
As I walk in, them old boys’ eyes light up like Christmas trees. I’m glad to oblige; after all, a curvy beauty like me owes it to them brave men to do my part. I saunter on over, hips swaying, and give ’em a wink and a smile. “Y’all ready for some sweet Georgia pie, fellas?” I ask, batting my lashes.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Your teeny weenie is useless to me, so it’s a good thing you’re about to call me for small penis humiliation phone sex. I love giving losers like you tasks to do. All kinds of things you can do for me to make me laugh.
You know what makes me so mad about guys like you? That if you’re wearing pants women who are just out and about in the world don’t know how unfortunate your dick is. They have no way of knowing you have a lame dick because it’s covered up. That’s really not fair to them, is it?
Continue reading “A Teeny Weenie Always Makes Me Laugh”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I’ve always been a woman of discerning taste, particularly when it comes to the men I allow into my tight, wet confines. You see, I must confess: I’m hopelessly addicted to a certain type of cock. Thick, meaty, obscenely girthy. That’s my kryptonite. The plumper, the better.
It all started with a particularly memorable encounter with a rugged, rotund stranger at a dingy dive bar. His girth was so substantial that it strained against the fabric of his trousers, practically screaming for attention. And once I got my eager hands on it, I was hooked. The way it felt throbbing in my grasp, the sheer promise of the pleasure it could deliver! I was entranced!
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
At a family function, I noticed my nephew moping around in the corner. After watching him for a few minutes, I decided to go over and try to get him to talk to me. Everyone in the family knows that they can come to me and talk to me about anything. I might not have an answer or solution for them, but I’m always there with a listening ear. So, I pulled up a chair next to him and took a seat close enough that he could speak low enough for only me to hear him. He blushed deep red when I asked him what had him looking so down.
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.