Category: sexual fetish

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Guys, I’m starving. No, not for proteins or fiber or the sensible things people eat to keep their hearts beating. I’m starving for the velvet texture of a hot load of cum against the roof of my mouth. It’s not like I don’t get enough cock or anything. I mean, we all know I’m a certified whore! lol But the reality of my world is that I took this job because I’m a cumslut and simply can’t get enough cum (or cock) to satisfy my cravings!

I can taste it even now, a phantom saltiness, sometimes slightly bitter, sometimes slightly sweet. My jaw aches to be stretched wide enough to take a thick, long, juicy cock balls deep down my throat. It’s a physical hunger that can’t be silenced.

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Secret Desire

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Do you have a secret desire? Something you crave but also know it’s wrong. I do, and it’s older men.

Ever since high school my secret desire has been the touch of someone much older than me. I know it’s wrong, but I also can’t seem to help myself. I figured college would be the perfect place to meet guys my age and put this secret desire behind me. But I was wrong. I actually had even more access to the cock I wanted more than anything.

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Turning Straight Subs Gay

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

“I’ll do anything you want, Goddess,” is the most annoying thing to fall off your lips when it’s followed by, “Oh, but I don’t like that.” Or, “I’m not into guys. I am straight!” Then youre a fucking liar, aren’t you? Because you just said you’d do ANYTHING I wanted—no time for backpedaling now.

The Sissy for today’s activity is strapped to a table with one leg tied up to a pole. Putting her legs in a wide-open “L” shape. Her skirts flipped up to expose that giant sissy clit. She didn’t know what was going to happen today, but it didn’t matter because, unlike you, she really will endure anything for me.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

In my hopes to learn more about dominance, humiliation, and just taking charge in general, I came across a very interesting fetish that promises I will have A Figging Good Time. Of course, I will also make sure that you, my submissive toy, also enjoys the experience. All you have to do is bend to my will, and trust that I am doing this for your own good. It will be a learning experience for both of us. You will learn how to stay present inside the intensity that the experience offers. By now I am sure you have clued into the tool I am choosing for discipline. I am well aware that figging is not for the faint of heart. This is a test of submission. Can you stay with me while your body pulls away?

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Indulge In Sadomasochism

Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208

Mmm, the title caught your attention. You’re curious to indulge, and that’s okay. It’s a little taboo and misunderstood, yet you can’t help much lust for pain. Don’t feel shamed by the ache inside of you; it’s basically Newton’s Third Law in motion. Fucking physics. You want to hurt… and I want to hurt you. I’m the action, and you’ll be my reaction.

It’s a beautiful partnership when a Sadist finds a masochist. A true masochist will desire to accept my pain even outside of the bedroom, so long as it brings me pleasure. Imagine yourself at the kitchen sink washing dishes after dinner when I slip up behind you. My arms wrap around you from behind, and my lips tease your ear. Of course, your cock stirs at my touch, but your nervous system instantly goes on alert. Just my predatory arms around you sends you into fight or flight, and it should because I’d reach over the sink and turn the faucet temperature all the way to the red.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

When I first saw Chrissy, she was perched on a cracked vinyl chair in a downtown laundromat. Just a thin silhouette hunched over her laundry basket, waiting for the dryer to cycle. The dim fluorescent lights flickered above her, casting a sickly glow that made her skin look sickly and almost translucent.

“Hey,” I said, sliding onto the bench opposite her. “Are you okay?” She lifted her head, looking sad. “I’m Chrissy,” she whispered. “I’m just tired of being the joke everyone laughs at.” I studied her for a moment. “Why do you think you’re a joke, babe?” She sighed, as if she had explained this at least a hundred times before. “I know I’m not the kind of girl anyone wants. I’m so tired of being the ugly neighborhood sissy who only gets hit on during last call…But if someone could make me beautiful, like a girl that rich and successful men actually want…I’ll do anything.”

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Foot Fetish

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I find myself walking around in full lust mode lately. It’s probably the moon or the fact that Spring is almost here. But every single man I encounter becomes a potential fantasy for me, especially a foot fetish fantasy.

Since it’s getting warmer I was out sandal shopping and what sort of creature should stumble onto my path? A gorgeous shoo-in for Prince Charming working at the shoe store. What could be more perfect than to have a sexy man like him putting new spring sandals on my feet? He took extra care. More than normal. He was savouring my feet. Loving them. Caressing them. So I knew instantly this handsome man had a serious foot fetish.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I have this friend; let’s call him Ralph. He’s a very needy man who often has me rolling my eyes at his desperate requests for attention. However he is great at eating my pussy, so I often just give in. Typically after he’s made me cum a few times with his skillful tongue, I let him climb between my legs, acting as if he can actually get me off that way. I can’t feel him, and he thinks humping me like a jackrabbit is going to make things better. I’ll let him cum inside me just so I can watch him clean up the mess. But not today. Today, I was feeling a bit bratty myself and denied him his own orgasm. That’s right, the sweet cum slut Danika Denied an Orgasm.

I could hear his breath hitching as he yanked at his protruding member, that resembled a thumb more than a cock. His hand seemed big and clumsy, and he protested when I told him he would be Denied an Orgasm tonight. Gently asking him why he deserved to come made him scramble to answer, the look of humiliation at the question coloring his face, making me smile. Continue reading “Danika Denies an Orgasm” →

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

When Daddy calls, I know I have to answer quickly, or he will punish me later. Today he called, and I did not make it to the phone in time to answer on the first call, so I quickly dialed him back.  I spoke hurriedly as I tried to slow my breathing from running to try to make it to the phone.  I could hear the sternness in his voice as he questioned me about missing his call. No excuse I could give would make my punishment any lighter, so it was pointless to even try to explain, but I decided to anyway.  At the conclusion of the call, his voice still rang in my ears, telling me how I would make it up to him tonight and prove to him why I deserved forgiveness.
Daddy is very strict and particular about the way I dress and look.  He wants me to look clean and polished before he gets me all messy. I showered and prepared my hair with soft curls falling down on each side of my face. I painted my lips in a soft rose colored shade of lip gloss and sprayed my neck and wrists with a dab of the perfume he loved on me the most.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I slipped the silk camisole over my head, feeling the buttery fabric glide against my skin. My heart fluttered when I felt the delicate lace trimmed the edges of the garment. Each tiny stitch promised a day of exquisite self‑indulgence. I twirled before the full‑length mirror, watching the soft ivory cascade over my curves. The scent of fresh laundry mingled with a faint trace of vanilla from the candle on my dresser and I laughed, savoring the simple, almost reckless joy of dressing for no one but myself.

The afternoon stretched lazily and I decided to venture out for coffee. I paired my lacy underlayer with a loose, button‑down shirt that fluttered just enough to hint at the hidden treasure beneath. As I stepped onto the bustling sidewalk, a breeze lifted the hem of my skirt, teasing a flash of blush‑pink satin that made my cheeks warm with delighted embarrassment.

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