Category: roleplay phonesex

wetting pants

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was standing impatiently in the endless line for the artisanal coffee stand when my attention drifted to a man near the condiment station. He looked utterly normal, mid-forties, sporting the kind of practical, slightly too-long khaki shorts that scream “I own a reliable minivan and believe strongly in SPF 50.” He was fiddling intently with a massive travel mug, his brow furrowed in concentration, which made him a captivating, if mildly mundane, subject for my habitual people-watching session. Which is essentially my only viable defense against the soul-crushing boredom of waiting for overpriced caffeine.

Then it happened, with a swift, silent efficiency that defied the laws of polite public existence. My eye, tracking the slight shuffle of his feet as he adjusted his weight, caught a dark spot blooming rapidly on the front of those sensible khaki shorts, right where the pocket met the thigh, and it was spreading with an alarming, undeniable velocity. Initially, my brain tried to categorize the event as a catastrophic coffee spill—perhaps a sudden rupture in the travel mug’s sealing mechanism.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My current curiosity belonged to Elias. He was the perfect, arrogant prince of his small, modern kingdom. A penthouse suite protected by layers of steel and, most deliciously, a web of high-definition security cameras. He was a man who believed in control, which meant he feared observation most of all.

I was the only one who truly saw the fissures in his flawless exterior, the things he typed only when he thought the Wi-Fi was off, the desires he locked away when the moon turned cold. This information was my leverage, far more potent than any rotten apple or ill-gotten jewel. I knew what I wanted and would stop at nothing to get it.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.

My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”

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Special Mommy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

You’ve been such a good ABDL lately that I feel like you deserve a special mommy to give you some love. Are you looking for a special mommy for some playtime?

I love getting calls from adult babies who need to be regressed back to their toddler days. But what I love most is when I get a call from someone who says they grew up as a baby boy, but now they want to experience something different. Something only a special
mommy can give them.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I strolled hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, Ethan, through the sprawling orchard. Rows of knobby apple trees stretched before us, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. We had arrived early, eager to beat the crowds and savor this idyllic fall morning together.

As we wandered deeper into the orchard, a strange, pulsating rhythm began to filter through the branches above. It sounded like a primal chant, growing louder with each step. Ethan and I exchanged curious glances, our hearts quickening in unison.

Suddenly, a burst of carnal moans replaced the chant, sending shivers down my spine. We rounded a bend in the path, and the scene that unfolded before us was nothing short of surreal.

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Kinky Candy Girl

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Being a kinky candy girl is something I feel like I was born to be. And I know it’s “taboo” to call yourself a dirty girl, but if you love who you are then who cares?!

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t ready and willing to get fucked. That’s why I love being a kinky candy girl so much. Every night I get to meet new, sexy men whose mission is to make me cum. It’s a win-win for everyone involved, especially me.

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I ain’t one to gossip, but Lord have mercy, I got myself into a right ol’ pickle last night! Name’s Jackie, y’all, and I’m a cup-a-coffee-over-a-size-10 kinda gal, blessed with curves that could rival a ripe peach basket. After knockin’ back a few too many margaritas at Sue Ellen’s, I decided it was high time to mosey on home. Called up that Uber ride-share thangy, and before I knew it, I was sittin’ in the backseat of a sleek sedan, my skirt ride-high and my panties drenched with anticipation.

Now, this driver, bless his heart, was built like a Greek god – chiseled jaw, smolderin’ eyes, and arms that could snap a two-by-four in half. I ain’t proud, but when that man’s hands brushed against my thigh, I felt my lady parts throb like a honky-tonk on a Friday night. Next thing I know, we’re pullin’ over on some deserted road, the headlights castin’ shadows on his chiseled features.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I stepped into the candlelit chaos of Sigma Chi frat house, a whirlpool of bodies and libations. Laughter and thumping bass pulsed through my veins as I made my way to the keg.

As I poured a red solo cup, I caught eyes with a ruggedly handsome frat brother, glancing down at the tight tank top clinging to my curves. “Hey there, heatwave,” he smirked, sidling up next to me. “You look like you’re ready to get wild.”

His friend, equally chiseled, leaned in, fingers trailing along my arm. “Yeah, we can show you a real party.” Before I could respond, they each grabbed a cup and steered me toward a darkened hallway.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, she says I’m a perv that can never be satisfied. Over the years she has caught me several times, with all kinds of different things. It started out with toys. First a masturbator, then anal toys, and kinkier things. Then she found fetish porn on my computer. I tried really hard to stop but I can’t stop thinking about really kinky things. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so ashamed and embarrassed to admit this. But when I have sex with her, I fantasize about some very taboo fetishes. It makes me feel so guilty. She once found a suitcase I hid in the attic. It was full of lingerie, teddies, panties, bras, socks, garter belts, stockings, and even a pair of red heels. Then there was the time she found makeup. She even found diapers once. It’s really bad Dr. Julie. She tells me that there is something wrong with me. She says this isn’t normal. I feel like such a loser. She told me that I have to get therapy. That’s why I’m here.”

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My basement isn’t for old boxes. It’s for pleasure. And this week, it held Jacques. The chains were thick but soft. Not to hurt him, just to hold him. He was stretched out on the cold stone floor, a thick mat beneath him, with his arms and legs secured. On the first day, he looked excited, but a little nervous too. I just smiled. “Welcome,” I whispered, and his whole body tensed.

I started slow. Just walking around him, my bare feet silent on the floor. I wore a thin robe, the silk brushing my skin. His eyes, usually so confident, were wide and fixed only on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch. I bent down, just out of his reach, letting my robe open a little, showing the curve of my thigh. He made a low sound, a guttural groan.

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