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Summer Suckfest

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

It’s finally beautiful outside which means one thing, we need to get you ready for a summer suckfest. Have you spent the winter sucking off hung men? Or at the very least practicing on dildos? Because you don’t want to go into this summer lacking skills, do you? I didn’t think so.

Having a little dick sucking refresher is good every now and then. Especially when we’re on the verge of unlimited cock during this year’s epic summer suckfest. Even the most experienced sluts can always get better. Just think about how many cocks you can show off your new skills to.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Ah, hello there naughty reader. It’s me, your sexy kitten Diana. I hope you’re having a good day, because I’m certainly having a naughty one. Edging myself. But how could I not, with a hot, virile, big-dicked man like you on my mind?

That’s right, while I pleasure myself to the brink of ecstasy and back again, it’s your name that’s on my lips. Your unrelenting cock that I’m craving. The way you make me shiver and shake, bringing me to the edge over and over without letting me fall. It’s pure bliss.

I start by rubbing my sensitive clit in slow circles, imagining it’s your fingers deftly playing with my most intimate places. My breathing quickens and my thighs start to quiver, that familiar heat building like molten lava between my legs already.

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Glory Hole Master

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We both know you love a good glory hole, but would you call yourself a glory hole master? Or do you need some help to reach that level? The truth is, you frequent the local glory hole even though you try to hide your cock sucking obsession. You don’t need to deny it with me.

Have you been thinking about going down to the local adult bookstore and sucking some cock? I honestly love that these glory holes masquerade as “bookstores”. It makes me laugh every time I see one of these bookstores with men walking out licking their lips. I’ll get you into one of those “bookstores” so we can start your training. You’ll be a glory hole master in no time.
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desire

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

We’re in your dimly lit studio apartment. The soft glow streaming through the open window casts a warm hue on your chiseled features. The scent of your cologne lingers in the air. It’s a potent blend of sandalwood and musk. It makes my heart race. I’m sitting on the edge of your bed. My body is aching with anticipation as I plead with you to tell me all of the things you want me to do to your body.

“Fuck, Liam,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need to know.” You look at me with those piercing blue eyes, your gaze filled with a raw intensity that makes my heart flutter. I can see the desire etched on your face, the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. You want this as much as I do.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He fucked me before check out. He didn’t even knock—just swiped the keycard and walked in like he owned the room. I was still in the hotel robe, loosely tied, the faintest drop of wine on my bottom lip. I met his stare and smiled. He knew what that meant. Without a word, he dropped his bag and came to me like he was starving. His hand slid around my neck, lips crashing into mine. My robe slid off my shoulders, exposing nothing underneath. I hadn’t worn panties on purpose. I wanted his hands on me the second he walked in.

He pushed me back onto the bed, parting my thighs with his knee, eyes locked on mine as he trailed soft kisses down my collarbone, the curve of my breasts, then lower. I could feel the heat between my legs grow unbearable as his tongue teased along my inner thigh—so close I almost begged. And then he tasted me. Slow at first, like he wanted to savor every moan, every twitch of my hips.

I reached down, threading my fingers through his hair, pressing him deeper into me. His tongue flicked, circled, then flattened against me, the pressure Continue reading “Fuck Me Before Check Out” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

They don’t talk enough about morning cravings. That deep, aching heat between your legs when your body wakes up before your brain does. The kind of hunger that doesn’t want coffee—it wants to be touched, devoured, worshipped. And baby, I’m here for every inch of that.

I’m not just a morning person—I’m YOUR morning person. I’m available before your alarm, ready when you’re half-awake and already hard or soaked from a dream you wish had never ended. You know the one—the one where I was wrapped around you, moaning into your ear, my nails dragging down your back while you begged for more or how about the one humiliating you while you wear my panty hose.

You don’t have to wait for the sun to be fully up to handle your business. I’m already wet. Already throbbing. Already spreading my legs or bending over, waiting to hear you say how badly you need to feel me. You want that fantasy? I’ll feed it to you while you’re still rubbing sleep out of your eyes.

Early risers deserve to be rewarded—and trust me, I reward very well. You want to fuck before breakfast? Slide your tongue between my thighs before brushing Continue reading “Morning Cravings” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

There’s something about the way a woman moves. Her energy pulled me in. Not just her hips, or her lips, but the way she exists. The way her presence enters a room before she even speaks. It’s in the air she fills with a quiet confidence, an undeniable magnetism that calls you to notice. I used to tell myself it was admiration—just a girl crush, a passing fascination. But the truth was deeper, hotter, quieter. It was the lingering stares that stretched for seconds too long. The flutter in my chest every time she laughed or caught my gaze. The craving to taste her laughter on my tongue. To learn the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Being attracted to women isn’t just about sex—it’s about energy. A slow burn that builds over time, unnoticed at first, until it becomes all-consuming. It’s the way she carries herself, how her every movement seems intentional yet effortless. A slight tilt of her head. The curve of her neck. Her fingertips tracing a line on her skin that makes you ache to be the one to touch her.

I felt it in every conversation we had. That unspoken connection. She didn’t just talk to me—she Continue reading “Her Energy Pulled Me In” →

Feminization Voyage

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

2025 is a year of change, and this includes starting your feminization voyage with me. You see, it’s one thing to slip on a pair of panties every now and then but it’s totally different to commit to the feminine life.

I know a sissy, named Lexi, who has been desperately seeking real womanhood for a while now. At the beginning of this year we started our feminization voyage together and it’s been a wild ride. So sit back, relax, and let me tell you all about the fun we’ve had so far.
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Now that the weather’s warming up, it’s time for some hot motorcycle rides.  Who doesn’t love the feel and vibrations of such raw power between their legs.  Don’t worry, I’m always the passenger and never the driver.  No one wants my adorable distractable self driving a motorcycle ever.  But, do you know the most fun type of panties to wear while riding a motorcycle.  If you already know me, you probably would say none.  But, I love to wear string pearl panties while I have my legs straddling all of that hard hot buzzing steel.  So, I put them on and asked one of my hot sexy male friends to take me for a ride with the promise of a naughty reward.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I lie awake at night, my mind consumed by lustful, forbidden fantasies. In my most intimate dreams, I picture myself completely powerless, tied up and fucked hard at the mercy of a dominant lover. I crave the sensation of restraint, utterly vulnerable, as this powerful man has his way with my trembling body.

In these vivid imaginings, my wrists are bound tightly above my head. Straps wrap around my ankles and thighs, pinning my legs open in a wanton display of submission.

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