Category: sexual fetish

vampire

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He stood in the shadows, his eyes, like deep pools, watching me. Vladimir. Not the monster from old tales, but something more compelling. He was power, yes, but he also a deep, aching loneliness that immediately drew me in. His gaze did not leave mine. There was no fear in me, only a strange, dark hunger. I reached him, standing so close I could feel the cold radiating from his skin, a faint pulse beneath it.

“You look at me,” I said, “like you wonder what I will do.” He gave a small nod. “I wonder, Stella.” His voice was a rich hum, like a cello string. I lifted my hand, not to touch his face, but his chest, finding the hard muscle beneath his velvet coat. He did not flinch. “Tonight,” I whispered, my fingers pressing lightly, “you will let me wonder.” His eyes widened. I could feel the surprise, but also a hidden interest, a spark.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

One of the members at the gentlemen’s club hired me to dance at his son’s bachelor party. Those are always fun gigs and an easy way to make a good amount of quick cash. But this one wasn’t like most. They had something different in mind. As I took the elevator up to his swanky bachelor pad, I had no idea what I was in for. It all started out like any other bachelor party. We had some drinks and mingled. Then we turned on the music and I started dancing. I gave each of the guys individual attention but focused mostly on the bachelor. He was sitting in a chair right in the middle of everyone. I decided to tease him and drive him wild by rubbing my ass in his lap and my tits in his face. Then I would go do the same to one of his friends. Every time I went back over to him, his cock was harder than before. By the time I went through all of his friends, all of their cocks were pitching tents in their pants. But the bachelor didn’t know that I had a surprise for him.

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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve just had it with Vincent’s constant mischief! When I entrusted him with the responsibility to wear big boy underpants instead of his diapers, I was confident he could handle it. Boy, was I wrong. I walked into his room and the first thing I noticed was the mess of dirty underpants on the floor! They were literally filled to the brim! He knew better than to disobey me like this. So, it’s time to teach him a hard lesson.

With a stern expression, I call out to him, “Vincent, get over here now! We need to have a talk.” He casually strolls into the room, a smirk on his face that infuriates me even further. “I thought we had an understanding, young man,” I say, in my best ABDL Mommy voice. Vincent is older than me and holds a prestigious job at a law firm, but you’d never know it when we’re together. “No more soiled underpants. Do you remember our rules about using the big boy potty?”

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Rock Hard

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

My toes can’t wait to get you rock hard tonight! How badly do you want to play with my sexy feet? You can be honest. Because we both know it’s a lot more than you care to admit.

There are lots of girls out there who love to tease men with their toes. And I guarantee you weren’t banking on finding someone with feet as sexy as mine, were you? You know that you don’t deserve to even touch them, let alone to let them get you rock hard. But, if you’re a really good boy, I just might let you.
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prissy sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

They all want the same thing: to shed the heavy cloak of their ingrained manliness and embrace the exquisite lightness of a prissy sissy. To them, I am Mistress Amber, and that title is the first lesson. They come to me, not as men, but as puzzles. Rough, unrefined lumps of masculine expectation, yearning for the delicate touch of my chisel.

My studio is a sanctuary of silks and satins, of soft lighting and the sweet, cloying scent of powders and perfumes. It’s where I perform my artistry. I don’t just dress them in lace and satin, though that is a crucial step. The goal is to ultimately reshape them, from the inside out. Their posture, once broad and assertive, must become pliant, shoulders gently sloped, hands clasped demurely. Their voices, those booming declarations of male ego, must soften, rise, become breathy and almost apologetic.

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Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I love weiners. It’s not a secret, not really. It’s more of an operating principle. A hunger. Tonight, the hunger felt particularly strong, mixed with something colder. It wasn’t about pleasure, not exactly, not tonight. Tonight it was about filling a void, a hollow place that echoed with every breath. Three of them were already there, sprawled on the floor, passing a bottle of something cheap and smelling of regret. Two more were on their way, or so I’d been told. Good. The more, the better. More bodies, more heat, more noise to block out the silence inside my own head.

I watched them roll their eyes over me, appraising. A part of me, a small, shriveled part, recoiled. But the larger part, the hungry one, just felt a numb sort of anticipation. It wasn’t about being wanted, it was about being consumed. About letting go of the reins and letting the current take me. The first one, a burly guy named Mick or Mark, I forget, pulled me down. His breath was sour with whatever he had been drinking. There was no tenderness, no soft words.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I’ve had some pretty crazy experiences. But the appointment with the perverted acupuncturist was one of the craziest for sure. I have been to other acupuncturists in the past. So I thought I knew what to expect. But I would have never anticipated what happened. First, the office is a little old house. The little den is the waiting room. The kitchen is the receptionist’s area. The receptionist is the acupuncturist’s wife. There is a hall with three bedrooms that have been turned into treatment rooms. It was so cute and cozy. She showed me to a room and gave me a robe and a warm blanket. She told me that the acupuncturist would be in shortly. It was dark. The curtains were thick and blocked out most of the light. I took everything off except for my panties. Then I put the robe on and laid down on the bed. The warm blanket felt so good. I actually started to doze off. But I was awakened by a very muffled moaning. It was so quiet that I thought it was just my imagination. Finally the acupuncturist came in. He was very professional, serious, and straight to the point.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

for B…

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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