Category: roleplays

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve pretty much always possessed an insatiable, almost legendary, craving for the most magnificent, oversized cocks I could find. It started during a summer trip to a local  beach, where I first laid eyes on a row of men sunning themselves in tight banana hammocks that left little to the imaginations. The sheer scale of their dicks was mesmerizing and I found myself unable to look away!

I meticulously inspected each one, then chose my favorite specimen. That cock was unbelievably succulent and firm, and there was something undeniably thrilling about handling a cock that felt so heavy in my grip. I’ll admit, I took my time with it and didn’t rush through the process because that cock was just too incredible to ignore.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Julian knew the drill. He knew that when I summoned him after a lapse in discipline, any form of pleasantries were entirely off the table. “Look at me, Julian,” I said, staring directly at him. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. He had spent the last hour stewing in his own anticipation, wondering exactly how I intended to address the unauthorized communication he’d sent earlier that afternoon. When a sub steps out of line, they don’t just lose my favor. They provide me with an opportunity to remind them exactly who owns their focus.

I walked toward him, as my heels clicked on the hardwood floor. It was a sound he had learned to associate with the impending weight of my expectations. I stopped inches from him, invading his space until he tilted his head back, forcing him to maintain eye contact with me. “You were naughty today,” I whispered, trailing a manicured finger along his jawline before pressing firmly against his pulse point. I felt his heart racing beneath my touch. “You thought you could operate outside the boundaries I set for you. You thought you could have…a secret.”

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heavy curtains of my bedroom balcony were drawn back just an inch, leaving a narrow vertical sliver of glass exposed to the cool night air. The amber lamplights cast a soft orange glow over the scene, and there he was.

The gardener was working late, clearing the tangled vines near the stone fountain. He had discarded his shirt hours ago, his shoulders and back glistening under the soft light. Every movement was deliberate, a hypnotic display of fluid strength as he moved through the shadows.

I stood in the darkness of my room, completely hidden, watching his every move. My breath hitched as he stopped, tilting his head back to wipe sweat from his forehead. The amber light caught the sharp angle of his jaw and the damp hair clinging to his neck. I knew I should look away, but the view held me captive.

Suddenly, he paused. He didn’t return to his work. Instead, his gaze shifted slowly across the courtyard, moving up the stone facade of the house until it landed directly on my window. My heart hammered in my chest. I froze, blending into the dark fabric of the curtains, certain the shadows protected…

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The forest floor trembled beneath my heavy steps as my gaze finally settled on the minuscule figure scurrying frantically between the moss-covered rocks. His frantic movements and high-pitched, unintelligible squeaks were a delightful contrast to my own immense size. I knelt down with a playful smirk, blocking his path with a single finger that was thicker than his entire body, and watched with immense amusement as he tumbled backward in a fit of panicked confusion.

I brought him up toward my face, pinching him gently between my thumb and forefinger so I could admire the way he kicked and struggled against my hold. He was such a frantic little thing! His eyes widened in utter disbelief as he realized exactly what kind of plaything he had become for the afternoon.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I checked my reflection in the darkened window of a parked car. My lipstick was a precise, bruised plum. To the casual observer, I was just a woman out for a crisp, midnight walk. But, to the ones I was hunting, I was a gravitational pull they had no intention of resisting.

Most men looked at me with a mix of hunger and entitlement. Those I ignored. I was looking for cues like the tremor in a hand, the way a shoulder dropped when I made prolonged eye contact, and the subtle, pathetic eagerness hidden behind a mask of indifference.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

I had never seen him so relaxed before. Instead of his normal turtleneck and dress shirt combo, he was wearing a loose t-shirt and a baggy sweater. His dress slacks were traded for sweats, and his ever present gloves were tossed to the side. If we hadn’t already planned out this tryst, I’d have been instantly turned on. The room swung around a little as he propped his phone somewhere on his bedding as he got comfortable against the headboard. His gaze focused on the camera and he said “Will you show me?”

I giggled into my camera and moved my phone into position on the camera mount I had setup for tonight. I crawled back into position against my pillows to show off the nightie I’d picked out. Black and dark red, with matching panties. Dark red thigh-highs held up with a matching black and red garter belt. I heard a low moan from my phone as I ran a hand up one leg. “Do you like it? I picked it out for you.”

“I wish I could touch you right now.” He said. “I would caress your cheek.”

I moved my hand to my cheek and caressed myself. “I’d… Continue reading “Late-night Facetime Call” →

Body Envy

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Oh, you have a bad case of body envy! I mean, it reeks. Most men look me over with sexual desire, but the green-eyed monster shines through your gaze. You don’t want to fuck my face or impregnate me. No, you want to be me. It’s obvious; I don’t understand how you’ve managed to hide your secrets from your wife for so long.

Is she just stupid, or does she not care about you at all? All the signs are there. Why can’t she see how badly you want to be a woman?

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The neon lights of the midway glittered from above as I stood by the games of chance, watching the desperate losers toss rings at glass bottles. That was when I saw him. He was leaning against the rusted railing of the Tilt-A-Whirl. He didn’t look like the rest of the pack-mentality boys who were roaming the park, he looked bored. When he caught my eye, he didn’t smile…he just tilted his head, like he was more curious than anything.

My sneakers crunched on discarded popcorn kernels as I walked toward him. Up close, he was even more striking. He had that jagged, restless energy that usually signaled trouble, and a smudge of grease on his jawline that made my pulse jump. “You look like you’re waiting for something to break,” I said, with a smirk. “I’m Amber, by the way.”

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AC

Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Ronnie had been playing with the AC at home. First, he complained it was too hot, so he turned it all the way down. Then it became so cold, he had goosebumps and was shivering, and so he turned it back up. He never waited enough or had enough patience for it to gradually change.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The kitchen was entirely too hot. The air was thick with the rich aroma of roasting garlic and a wine reduction. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, agonizing path down the valley of my collarbone, trapped beneath the linen of my apron. I stood at the island rolling out pasta dough, my forearms aching from the effort. Then, a pair of hands slid around my waist.

I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. His chest pressed flush against my back, his body heat radiating through our thin clothing. He leaned over my shoulder; his breath a warm, spiced breeze against my neck that made my breath catch in my throat.

“You’re rushing the dough, dear,” he murmured, his voice was low against my ear.

Before I could reply, his flour-dusted hands covered mine on the rolling pin. He didn’t take over; instead, he guided my movements, forcing a slow and deliberate rhythm that felt entirely too intimate for a kitchen counter. With every forward lean, his hips pressed into mine, an explicit promise disguised as a culinary lesson.

“See?” he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. “Patience makes everything sweeter.”

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