Category: sexual fetish

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” →

Sissy Summer Makeover

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

How many of you have been waiting months now to get your sissy summer makeover? You’re so over your boring winter hair and are ready for some summer fun, aren’t you.

Well then, why do you keep denying yourself of the pleasure of a sissy summer makeover? If you know that you were meant to be a sissy slut then why are you so scared? You need to just take a deep breath, get ready to finally accept who your true self is and do this with me.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heat of the late afternoon sun filtered through the thick canopy of the ancient forest, dappling the clearing in shades of gold and amber. I leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, trying to steady my breathing, but my pulse raced for a reason that had nothing to do with the summer heat.

A heavy, rhythmic thud echoed through the loam. He emerged from the shadows of the treeline, entrancing and majestic. Chiron stood before me, his human torso was lean and powerfully muscled, slick with a fine sheen of sweat; transitioning seamlessly into the sleek, powerful body of a golden-bay stallion.

“You’re late,” I murmured, my voice a little rougher than I intended.

Chiron walked slowly towards me, his hooves treading softly on the moss. He stopped just inches from me, his towering height casting a long shadow over my frame. He looked down, his dark eyes burning with an intense need.

“The herd required my attention,” he said, his deep, resonant voice vibrating right through my chest. “But you always have my focus.”

The sheer proximity of him was overwhelming. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed my palm against his warm…

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Dale was a man of quiet competence, held together by starched collars and a stoic demeanor that begged to be dismantled. I didn’t just want his attention, I wanted his surrender. We’d been flirting (well, he had been anyway) for months and he finally broke the stalemate one evening as everyone else was getting ready to leave for the day.

“Still working, Stella?” he asked. His voice sounded a little more vulnerable than usual. “No, actually,” I replied, standing slowly. “I was waiting for you.” He gave me a puzzled look, but I didn’t fill in the gap. Instead, I let the silence stretch until the air between us felt heavy and electric. “I think you’ve been looking for things you aren’t allowed to find, Dale.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My inbox looks like a fireworks display on the Fourth of July…if every firework were a marriage proposal from a loser who still thinks “pizza delivery” is a legitimate job. First there was Kevin, the “nice guy” from my yoga class. He offered me a ring and a guarantee that I’d never have to argue about the thermostat again (I’m almost always too cold!). I politely declined, telling him I “didn’t want to be tied down,” but the real reason is because his cock is too small.

Then came Derek. He showed up with a fresh‑baked batch of cookies and a Spotify playlist titled “Songs to Sweep Her Off Her Feet (and the Floor).” I laughed, because the only thing he’s ever swept me off my feet is when his Roomba bumps into me and I fall flat on my perfect little ass! He wasn’t impressed, to say the least.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It started by accident…but now, it is the only way I can prove to myself that anyone is truly mine. I don’t want their words, and I certainly don’t want their affection. What I crave is the primitive, grounding sensation of being consumed by a man.

I like their tongue to trace the line of my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder, and the hollow of my throat, with a focus so intense it borders on reverence. I like the wet, rhythmic heat of their wet tongue against my skin, slowly and deliberately licking and treating my body like a melting confection. Like an ice cream cone.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I flip the page. The paper makes a crisp sound against the silence. “Section 1: Manual Stimulation Protocol,” I recite, reading aloud as if plainly listing the maintenance steps for a failing engine. “Begin the rhythmic application of pressure in accordance with the provided metronome beat. Speed is currently set to sixty beats per minute. Any deviation in tempo will be noted as a failure in mechanical compliance.”

On my monitor, I watch him. He is trembling. Most men think this is about desire. They are wrong. It is about total hydraulic submission. It is about treating his body as an extension of my own apparatus. “Maintain grip,” I command. My tone is flat and clinical. “Apply lubricant to the friction points to ensure smooth operation of the interface. You are not permitted to deviate from the prescribed movement. If the system experiences an overload, you are to suppress the response. Stalling the mechanism is strictly prohibited.”

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Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469

It was time to treat myself to a spa day. I walked out in short jean shorts, a pink tank top and my summer sandals. My first stop was to get a facial, and then I went to get a mani-pedi. While I was in the nail salon, I was trying to pick my polish color. My color choice was on the bottom shelf and when I went to bend over to see it, one of my tits popped out of my shirt.

Nip Slip!

It would have been okay if it were just me in the store, or just other females, but when I looked up, the manager was staring right at me, and he was male. I was a bit embarrassed, but I figured we could turn this around. I sat in one of the nail salon’s chairs, leaning back, and I was ready for him to start groping at me. His name was Randy, and by the look of him, he was feeling pretty randy in that moment.

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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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