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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

His deep blue eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and fervent admiration, were locked onto me. A villainess doesn’t beg. She commands. That primal scent, a mix of leather and something else entirely, intensified. His earlier indignation had vanished, replaced by an unmistakable hunger. He was no longer the man about to call the authorities; he was merely a man. A man caught in the web I had so carefully, so deliberately, spun.

I straightened slowly, the motion deliberate, the ripped catsuit revealing just enough, yet leaving the rest to his imagination – or perhaps, his memory. The stiletto heels clicked again as I turned, a slow pivot that allowed the light to glide across the gleaming patent leather, across the exposed curve. I didn’t need to speak. The silence was louder than any words. It was filled with the thrum of his heartbeat, the rapid, shallow breaths he couldn’t quite control.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I glanced at the screen, and a name I hadn’t seen in over a year popped up: Scott. My ex-boyfriend, Scott. I stared for a second, wondering if it was some kind of mistake. Then the text itself loaded: ‘Hey, it’s Scott. Got a new phone, wanted to make sure you had my number.’ Um, why? Seriously. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but a reply felt unnecessary. What could he possibly want? And why now, after all this time? It’s been a full year since we spoke, since he walked in on me and Greg, since our whole world imploded.

I mean, ‘imploded’ sounds dramatic, but for me, it was more like a necessary demolition. Scott had become a lump. When he lost his job, I tried to be supportive, I really did. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and he just moped around the apartment, expecting me to pick up all the slack. Rent, groceries, bills – it all fell on my shoulders. It was overwhelming, frustrating, and frankly, I was drowning. I just needed an escape, you know? Something, anything, to make me feel alive again.

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Bag A' Boys

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Recently, I’ve turned my shrink ray into a travel-size mister! It looks like a little taser only instead of shocking some innocent sod, when a boy is hit with my mister, he inhales a shrinking mist. It works instantly! I have to be careful where I find the boys I intend to add to my little bag a’ boys, but once I set my eyes on a target, it’s over for him!

I like to swing by the local fancy hotel. People travel from far and wide to do business here, and so many people seem to go missing on business trips, so it’s the best spot to find my next victim. That’s where I found Anthony!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mark, bless his heart, shifted nervously on the edge of my worn velvet chaise lounge. His eyes, usually bright with a hopeful glint, were now clouded with a desperate hunger. He thought I liked him. He truly did. And maybe, in some twisted way, I did. But mostly, I liked the way the crisp hundred-dollar bills felt between my fingers after our sessions.

I moved with a practiced grace, as my many years of dance lessons finally started to pay off. I circled him slowly, my fingertips trailing lightly over the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt. He flinched at my touch, a tremor running through his body. He was so easy to control, a marionette dancing to the tune of my whispered commands. The rules were clear, etched in unspoken agreement between us. He could pump. He could stroke. But he could never, ever cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was the conductor of this bizarre symphony of frustration, and he was my willing, albeit tormented, instrument. Nothing more than a plaything…A pet.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a hot Saturday afternoon at my neighbor’s summer BBQ.  Little did I realize the naughty fun that awaited me that fateful day.

I arrived in a short red sundress that hugged my curvy figure, showing off my ample cleavage and long legs. The moment I stepped out of my car, I caught the eye of Chad, the tall, muscular guy next door. He was grilling up burgers and gave me a sly wink as I walked over. “Well hello there, gorgeous,” he said smoothly, eyeing me up and down. “Welcome to the party.”

I blushed and thanked him, feeling his strong hand brush against mine as he handed me an ice cold beer. The rest of the guys were gathered around the yard, their tank tops glistening with sweat in the summer heat. There was Jared, the reserved bookish type with glasses. And then there was Ryan and Shane, the mischievous twin brothers always up to no good.

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Popping Boys- Vore Party

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Attending Vore parties is so exciting. One of my girlfriends has black market access to shrunken boys, and when the girls and I party, she orders them by the dozens. We pop boys like some sluts pop pills. Getting high on the feeling of crunching them between our teeth and swishing them around our mouths with our tongues.

We often get so hot devouring them that we end up making out with our little snacks between our lips. You know what happens after girls start kissing.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Little Anna went to go ask Daddy for permission to go out with her friends. Daddy, without hesitation said NO!. ‘’But I never get to go anywhere or do anything!’’ Anna protested. ‘’Too bad,’’ Daddy said. ‘’You haven’t done your chores, you haven’t done your homework, your room is a mess and –‘’ before he could finish Anna let out a big sigh and barked ‘’fine!’’ back, stomping up to her room. She better be getting ready for bed, Daddy thought to himself.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Has anybody ever told you your pussy was finger lickin’ good? It was a beautiful Saturday morning when my lover Mike picked me up in his sleek convertible for our weekend road trip getaway. As we cruised down the open highway with the wind whipping through my hair, the sexual tension between us was palpable. Mike reached over and placed his hand high up on my thigh, giving it a sensual squeeze. I caught his flirtatious grin as he took his eyes off the road for just a moment to look at me.

“Mmm, you’re so sexy Diana,” he purred, his voice deep with desire. “I can’t wait to get my hands all over this gorgeous body of yours.”

I bit my lip and spread my legs, silently inviting him to touch me. His fingers deftly unzipped my tight jeans and slipped beneath the waistband of my lacy panties. I gasped as he began to stroke my already slick folds.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

I could see both movers unloading the truck through my kitchen window. Greg & Kev, hired through a service suggested through my leasing agent. I sipped my coffee as I watched them tackle my king sized bed. They came around and entered the front door. With the mattress still in their hands Greg asked “where would you like us to put the bed?” “In the bedroom, sorry I’ll go open the door for you” he nodded smiling at me.

I smiled back as I passed him and opened the bedroom door. I stood inside the bedroom holding the door as they entered. “Nice bed, is all of this yours?” Kev asked. “Yeah you don’t ask a lady that” Greg said sharply. I giggled. “Yes it’s all mines” “you live alone?” Kev asked as they set the bed up against the wall.

“Yep” “No boyfriend?” Kev replied quickly. “hey, cut it out” Greg barked. “No it’s alright.” I said softly. They both stared at me with a certain look of curiosity. “Would you guys like some water or something?” I asked to break the silence. “Yeah that’s not a bad idea” Greg said after clearing his throat.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The chime of the church door seemed to echo the conflict within me. Sister Agatha’s words about resisting temptation, about the sanctity of marriage, still hung in the air as I stepped out into the cool night. My women’s group was a haven, a weekly affirmation of my faith and my commitment to Thomas.

Then I saw him. He was emerging from the pub across the street, laughter spilling out around him and his friends. He was a silhouette at first, broad shoulders and a confident stride. But as he turned, the streetlight caught his face – sharp jawline, eyes that crinkled at the corners even when he wasn’t smiling, and a shock of unruly dark hair. He was magnificent. And he was looking directly at me.

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