Category: roleplay phonesex

Mammas Boy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Hi there, my little adult baby mammas boy! How was your weekend my sweet baby? Did you have a busy one and now are ready for mommy to snuggle you after we get you ready for bed? You know how much I love bedtime with my babies so I can’t wait for you to experience it with mommy Lucy.

First we have to take that old stinky diaper off of you so you can get into the tub for some playtime. Do you want your rubber ducky? Or maybe you want to draw some pictures on the wall of the tub with your cute little soaps. I’ll make sure to add lots and lots of bubbles for you too. Mommy will be right there beside you, playing with you and helping you get all washed up.

Continue reading “Are You An ABDL Mammas Boy?” →

blowjob

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’d somehow ended up at a friend’s backyard BBQ, half-listening to a conversation about the merits of different BBQ sauces. That’s when I noticed him leaning against the grill with his shirt sleeves rolled up. His fingers were absently toying with a set of tongs, just as I noticed the sunlight glinting off his wedding ring. Not that I was ogling, of course. I was just appreciating the way his hands moved. When our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow and I froze.

He ambled over, clutching a plate of ribs like a peace offering, and we fell into that classic small-talk rhythm. Compliments on the food, jokes about the humidity, a shared eye-roll at someone’s questionable ketchup-to-mayo ratio. But then, out of nowhere, he asked, “You ever fix a leaky faucet?” and I blinked, because what? “No,” I said, laughing. “I just turn off the water and pretend it’s not dripping.” He chuckled, of course.

Continue reading “Backyard BBQ BJ” →

cuck

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I have always liked the dark side of control. Sometimes, I think back to the hallway of my old school, where the smell of chalk and old books mixed with the scent of my very hot teacher’s cologne. Mr. Harris was my English teacher for three years. He was kind, with a soft voice that could make Shakespeare feel like a whisper in a lover’s ear. To me, anyway.

After graduation I left the town. I moved to the city, and learned how to dress in black leather and how to make a command sound like a promise. I became a domme. This entire time, I kept Mr. Harris’s name in a notebook with his birthday, his favorite coffee, even the way he tapped his pen when he was thinking. It was a secret map, like a game that only I could see.

Continue reading “Cucking The Hottest Teacher At My School” →

Isabelle 1844-33-CANDY Ext 464

The wooden screen between us felt like a joke as I pressed my thighs together, my bare folds sticking against the smooth of the kneeler. ” Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” I began, my voice deliberately breathy .” I have been touching myself in the chapel, imagining your hands on my body instead of god’s, a true confessional desecration.”

Father Micheal”s sharp intake was audible even through the lattice. I could almost hear his heartbeat as I continued. “Last night, as I lay in my cot with my habit pushed up in my waist, my fingers circling my clit until I was dripping. I imagine you walking in, catching me, your cassock tented with arousal.”

Continue reading “Confessional Desecration” →

Sexy Role Play

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I’m always down for your sexy role play ideas because I’m huge fan of just letting go and being creative when it comes to sex. That’s why I love it when I get a call for a really sexy role play! I hope that you’re a fan of being wild like I am, because I have some really hot things in mind I’d like to try together.

Continue reading “I Want To Hear Your Sexy Role Play Ideas” →

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Let me tell you about when a sexy plumber fixed my leaks.  My sink sprung a leak and I was forced to call the plumber.  He said he’d be there by 9 a.m. but never showed up until 3 p.m.  I was furious that I had to hang out at home all day waiting for him to come fix my sink.  He could have called or texted to let me know he was running late.

Continue reading “Sexy Plumber Fixed My Leaks in my Pipes Phone Sex” →

cuck therapist

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

When David, a well-groomed man in his early forties, walked into my office and confessed his desire to “escape the weight of his marriage,” I sensed an opportunity. “Let me show you what it means to truly let go,” I said, watching his eyes flicker with something between curiosity and surrender. At first, I told myself this was just another session, a therapeutic exercise in roleplay to ease his marital tension.

Shortly thereafter, David’s sessions became a ritual. I’d begun weaving subtle suggestions into our conversations, phrases meant to blur the lines between his identity as a husband and the version of himself that could dissolve into pleasure at my command. “Under my guidance, you’ll forget the expectations of others,” I murmured one day as his eyelids grew heavy. “You’ll remember only what it feels like to serve me.” His breathing hitched and, for a moment, I wondered if I’d gone too far…but then he smiled and whispered, “Yes, Cory. Only you.”

Continue reading “Cucking David’s Wife” →

Bombaclot!

 ☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Ronnie was riding his bike around the neighborhood, when he suddenly heard a bunch of grown men yell ‘’Bombaclot!’’ as they smacked the table while playing dominoes. Some laughed, some cussed some more. This intrigued him, so he decided to go another round around the block. Sure enough, just as he approached them he was met with yet another ‘’Bombaclot!’’

Continue reading “Ronnie don’t say that word!” →

Isabelle 1844-33-candy Ext 464

Detention is where I am right now, and where I belong. Seated in my plaid skirt, I was innocently minding my own business, white shirt loosely unbuttoned to tempt Mr.Black, a plan I’d hatched with the intention of provoking a reaction. Suddenly, I saw Mr.Black look up from his desk. His eyes reflect a hungerthat immediately tightens my thighs.

He knew I was a bad girl, and I was desperate for him to teach me a lesson I wouldn’t forget. “Isabelle,” he growled, standing up and walking over to lock the classroom door. ” You’ve been distracting the entire class with your attitude. It’s time you learned your lesson.”

Continue reading “Not detention!” →

domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My phone buzzes. Another message from a man who thinks he’s ready. “I want to serve,” he writes in clumsy English. “I can take anything.” This made me smile. They always say that.

I reply in French first. “Tu penses que t’es fort? Viens me prouver.” Then, in English. “Be here at 9. Naked. On your knees.” I wear their desperation like perfume. Tonight’s guest arrives and I circle him, watching how he reacts. He licks his lips when I step close. Wrong move.

Continue reading ““I want to serve”” →