Shemale Alexus 844-332-2639 x 349
My Dad has always been so supportive of my transformation. He loved to help pick out my panties and pretty little skirts. I felt so loved and supported when he’d play in my hair and tell me how beautiful I looked in the things he picked out for me.
All that love and support came with a price. I’m sure you can imagine the kind of payment Daddy expected.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Your cock gets hard and stiff as you watch me rub the oil on my feet. Lubricating my soles and toes and arches. My skin warming up the oil and getting my tooties all slick and slippery for you. You think about my body heat warming up that oil as I spread it over my feet. Then I pour some of the oil on my hands and rub it all over your cock. I feel your cock twitch in my hands as I stroke it up and down. My oiled hands slide easily up and down the shaft of your swollen aching cock.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
I have a bit of a naught fascination. Some may even call it a kink, but I love to get boys really, really hard and as I’m stroking them, beg them to potty for me before making cummies. It’s so sexy watching them become nervous and turned on.
I always used to hear that boys couldn’t tinkle if they were hard, but that’s so untrue. Mommy wants to watch that unpredictable stream flooding from your tip before the eruption of cum follows the relief.
MILF Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
He looked absolutely delicious. Young and tasty, just the way I like them. An older woman like me as a deep seated desire to train the up and coming generation. Past generations have reveled in the inherent power of being a man. But with time, us women have discovered our own power, pleasure and desires. Now, it sits on the shoulders of older women like me to train up the younger men moving up through the ranks of masculinity. No longer will the women who come after me have to fake an orgasm. Any man that lands in my bed learns the art of female pleasure. However, I’ve learned, that training them young has far more benefits than trying to retrain older men.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I used to babysit for the Gallaghers after school. They lived a few doors down. So I would just go straight there from school. Sometimes they would both work late. And they just needed an after school babysitter for a few hours until they got home from work.
I remember one of the very first times. It was a crisp fall day. We were all in the backyard. They wanted to swing, slide and play in the treehouse. After a little while, I went back inside to make them a snack. I took it out to them. Then when I went back inside the house, Mr. Gallagher was standing there. I jumped. It scared me so badly because I wasn’t expecting him home so early.
“I didn’t mean to scare you Rachel”, he smirked.
“Uh, uh Mr. Gallagher”, I stuttered.
“I know you probably weren’t expecting me home yet. But my meeting ended early. I love your school girl uniform. I’ve always had a thing for little school girls, Rachel”, he whispered in a very creepy way.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
My heart raced wildly as I sat on my boyfriend’s lap. His hand was stroking my naked thigh as I bit at my nail in anticipation. “What if he doesn’t reply?” He kissed my neck and swept my hair back to let his lips linger down my shoulder.
“He will. Just wait.” His fingers climbed higher up my inner thigh. “You look so fucking hot in that picture. Any man would be instantly hard, seeing you like that. I shifted nervously on his lap. He dared me to take a slutty photo and text it to my Boss with the caption, “My BF dared me to send this. See you at work on Monday!”
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
It’s not a secret, not really. Not to anyone who’s spent more than an hour with me discussing my dating life. My friends just sigh and nod. But it’s true. Unapologetically true. Some people search for a connection, a meeting of minds, a shared love for obscure indie films. All valid, I suppose. For me? I mean, sure, those are nice bonuses. But when it comes down to it, to that primal, magnetic pull, there’s one non-negotiable. I only like big dicks. Huge ones.
And I don’t mean ‘a little above average, nice.’ I mean, fill-you-up, stretch-you-out, leave-no-doubt big. The way it anchors you, the undeniable mass that makes subtle movements feel like seismic shifts. It’s not just about the numbers, though that’s certainly part of the equation. It’s the feeling of being completely, utterly taken. Of every nerve ending singing a roaring symphony, leaving no void, no empty space.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Throat training just got an upgrade thanks to a slutty little sissy named Jay. She wandered into my lair asking for throat training after the cock gagging blog I’d posted, where I pryed a sluts mouth wide open with a gag and allowed real men to pound into the sluts mouth while it was unable to close.
Only when Jay asked to play did I offer up the choice of gag. There was the spider gag, which I’d used previously. However, I’d also just purchased a pocket pussy gag. It’s exactly what it sounds like. The gag keeps the whores mouth forced wide open, but instead of looking into the gaping throat hole, the real man gets to fit his cock through the pussy lips of a Fleshlight.
Can you imagine how humiliating it must be to be stripped naked, made to kneel, and forced to bite down on a gag that makes your mouth a literal pussy? Talk about submission!
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
All of the diaper lovers I know love nursery time. I get that you don’t like being away from mommy. But I feel like you need the structure that an ABDL nursery school will bring you.
You might be nervous but I promise that it’s going to be SO much fun. When you go to school for nursery time there will be other adult babies for you to play with. You’ll get to have so many diaper changes and unlimited milk. How could this not be amazing?
Continue reading “Don’t Be Nervous For Nursery Time”
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I came home from school and once again, my laundry was folded neatly on my bed. A chore my step-dad has taken up doing for me ever since he became my panty slave. The horndog would do anything just to get close to my undies, so I capitalized on it.
If he wanted to play in my panties, he’d have to be a good boy and do my laundry while I was at school. I’d busted him one too many times pulling my little cotton panties out of the hamper and doing God knows what with them. This way, we were both getting something out of it, but my car had started making an awful sound, and it was time to amp up step-daddy’s panty addiction to benefit me.