Category: sexual fetish

Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

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Now totally under his complete control I stayed still, lying on my back, waiting. He stepped out of his pants now crumpled on the floor. He had one knee on the edge of the bed as he stared down at me. I watched as he continued jerking himself. 

The center of attention I accidently giggled out loud. I quickly covered my mouth and cleared my throat pretending I never did. “There is nothing funny about this.” he said leaning over to turn on my bedside lamp. 

Illuminating him, now able to better see him. I stared and studied his angry face as he quickly slipped his hoodie back over his head and steadied himself on the edge of the bed, one knee on one leg off. 

“Those panties, take them off…slowly. Go slow.” I locked my thumbs onto the elastic waistline of my silk white panties and started sliding them down. I slid them down as told, slowly. Now down to my hips he watched closely, his breathing got heavier and heavier. Continue reading “Sex & Voyeurs pt. 2” →

sph

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was a typical Friday evening, and I was lounging on my couch, scrolling through my phone when Max’s name popped up on my screen. I hadn’t heard from him in years, not since our ill-fated relationship ended abruptly. My curiosity piqued, I answered the call. “Hey, Max,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”

“Hey, babe,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. “I just wanted to apologize for what happened between us. I know I messed up, and I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” “Max, we both know why we broke up. I just couldn’t deal with your…” I paused for dramatic effect, “micro cock.” Max sighed heavily on the other end of the line. “I know, I know. But I’ve been working on myself, and I’ve been doing a lot of research on how to please a woman. I promise things will be different this time.”

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sexy blog

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The brochure for “Carnal Kingdom” was a masterpiece of suggestive design: neon lights, blurred figures, and a tagline that read, “Not your grandmother’s carnival.” On vacation last week, seeking something beyond the usual tourist traps, this adults-only amusement park seemed like a perfect diversion. Especially for a girl like me.

The park lived up to its name, with rides like “The G-Spotter” and “Wet Dream Falls.” But one attraction, towering over the rest with its garish, phallic silhouette, immediately caught my eye: the “Cocktival.” “You gotta try it,” a heavily tattooed guy in line ahead of me grinned, adjusting his novelty penis-shaped hat. “It’s an experience.”

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Subby Teen

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

As a subby teen my weakness is a tall, strong man. I know that I come across as an outgoing party girl. But I’m really a sub at heart. Sometimes I love giving up all control to a strong man and being the submissive slut that so many of you have come to know and love.

I’ve always gotten a little tingle in my panties when being told what to do. Even as a younger girl. When I would get in trouble with my parents, I would notice this strange feeling and I couldn’t really figure out what was happening. I was honestly a bit worried but then I got a little older and realized that I was just a horny, subby teen. Once I figured that out all I wanted was to be controlled.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It’s not a secret, not really. Not to anyone who’s spent more than an hour with me discussing my dating life. My friends just sigh and nod. But it’s true. Unapologetically true. Some people search for a connection, a meeting of minds, a shared love for obscure indie films. All valid, I suppose. For me? I mean, sure, those are nice bonuses. But when it comes down to it, to that primal, magnetic pull, there’s one non-negotiable. I only like big dicks. Huge ones.

And I don’t mean ‘a little above average, nice.’ I mean, fill-you-up, stretch-you-out, leave-no-doubt big. The way it anchors you, the undeniable mass that makes subtle movements feel like seismic shifts. It’s not just about the numbers, though that’s certainly part of the equation. It’s the feeling of being completely, utterly taken. Of every nerve ending singing a roaring symphony, leaving no void, no empty space.

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Humiliate Yourself

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

It was late when the FaceTime notification chimed through my phone. I was already snuggled in the covers, about to fall asleep, but swiped my thumb across the screen to accept the call. Brad was completely naked, in his bed, grinding his hard cock against his silk sheets.

“I miss you,” He grunted as he humped. The angle of the phone allowed me to watch his abs tense and his cock head smear precum along the softness of his sheets. My eyes rolled. He was so pathetically hard, and for what?

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sluts

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna put out an ad: Calling all submissive sluts. She needed to find a new Sissy to whore out and train for her own selfish, deviant, sexual purposes. Many came, lined up and interviewed, but she managed to narrow it down to a single one: He was extremely horny, very submissive, and in dire need of training.

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Small Dick Boy

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Even a teen like me knows a small dick boy when I see one. And when you pull your pants down and take out that tiny “dick” I know even before I touch it that I don’t want it. But let’s be honest here, your tiny dick isn’t big enough to please anyone sexually.

Don’t try to play dumb and tell me you’re a real man. You’ve been a small dick boy ever since puberty and you always will be. It’s going to be so much fun to humiliate you for what’s lacking between your legs. I don’t know how much fun it will be for you at first. But once you realize that’s the only attention, you’re going to get from me, I think you’ll learn to enjoy it.

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anal blog

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

You might expect a French girl like me to be utterly obsessed with haute couture, fine beverages, or perhaps skiing at Mont Tremblant dans l’hiver. And yes, I appreciate a good Pinot Noir and a perfectly tailored jacket as much as the next Quebecquoise girl. But my true passion, my deepest, most fulfilling joie de vivre, lies in a rather unconventional area of human anatomy. Specifically, I’m talking about the magnificent and surprisingly expressive region known as the male butthole.

There’s a certain thrill in watching a man slowly melt into a puddle of delightful vulnerability. The initial surprise, the widening of eyes, the subtle shift in their posture – it’s all part of the butthole exploration dance. They rarely see it coming; my innocent, wide-eyed French charm is an excellent camouflage, masking the mischievous intent bubbling just beneath my surface. It’s like presenting them with a delicate macaron, only to reveal it’s filled with a tiny, exquisitely potent jalapeño. Magnifique!

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pantyhose fetish

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I leaned against the wall, crossing my legs seductively. “You like what you see, Mike?” I asked, running my hand up my thigh. His eyes followed my every movement, and I could see his dick straining against his pants. “OH…MY…GOD…YES,” he breathed, taking a step closer. I smiled, standing up and walking towards him. “Well, you’re in luck. I have a special surprise for you today.” I reached into my bag and pulled out a pair of fresh, unopened pantyhose. His eyes widened, and I could see his dick twitch in anticipation.

“Do you want to see me put them on?” I asked, holding up the delicate fabric. He nodded eagerly, and I slowly began to slide the pantyhose up my legs, taking my time to make sure every inch of skin was covered. Once I had them on, I turned around and bent over, giving Mike a full view of my ass. I could hear him groan behind me, and I knew he was aching to touch me. But I wasn’t done teasing him yet.

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