Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
I love it when my little Eugene calls me. At first, I rarely recognize his voice during billing. It comes off so masculine and in control. But as soon as I confirm that we are ready to play, he gives himself away. That firm, in-control tone weakens to a whine as he murmurs, “Oh, Valerie.” And it all comes rushing back to me. “Why are you doing this to me?”
This isn’t a man calling to use my sexy, teen body for his pleasure. No, no. not. Not my little Eugene.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
I’m a summer baby through and through. It’s why I reside in Southern California. It’s the closest I could get to summer all year round, yet the stores still pretend we need winter gear. They pull all the pretty one pieces and bikinis off the racks and stuff them with useless down parkas and fleece-lined leggings.
It’s the perfect time to stock up on clearance swimsuits and an excellent excuse for a girls’ day!
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I’ve made a grave mistake. As the undertaker, it’s my job to prepare my clients for their first event in permanent darkness. Most often, families want to present their loved ones one last time wearing something elegant. So a wedding dress or tuxedo isn’t unusual.
I’m telling you this because it’s how my mistake started. A man came in six weeks ago. He was beautiful even in his state. I was informed he had met his maker while cheating on his wife with some hot piece of ass from his office. His heart couldn’t handle the excitement, and he departed with a hard-on. A very large hard-on, to be precise. Of course, his wife was embarrassed and humiliated, and requested that I find a way to hide it. I sure did find a way! And that way got me pregnant!
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
If you’ve been following Bob’s story, you know that he once was a pathetic, lazy boyfriend. A real bitch, if I’m being honest. All he ever did was laze about and play video games. He never helped with house chores or tidying up, and whenever I pushed him to get a job, he came up with a plethora of excuses. I’m too hot and too successful to allow a MAN to leech off of me.
I put my Red Bottoms down! If Bob wasn’t going to contribute his way, he would CUMTRIBUTE my way! I turned that slut out! He looked like such a sissy slut faggot in the lingerie I put him in and forced him into a gang bang at the apartment. Not long after, I hauled his ass down to the gay club and handcuffed him to the urinal, but ya know? He just still wasn’t making enough money by whoring out his holes to make me feel like he was an equal partner. I decided it was time for him to be a star at amateur night.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
It was time for Mr. Stinky’s Fall photos. So I did some research and found the perfect spot. The huge pumpkin patch just outside of town was getting rave reviews. So I picked out the cutest little fall outfit for him. It was a soft sweater vest over a button up with khaki pants. He looked so precious. I was so anxious to go show him off to everyone.
When we got there, it was packed. So many families and photographers. I picked him up and we headed over to our spot. Everyone was looking at him and whispering about how adorable he was. All I could hear was all the little girls saying “aww, omg, look at him, he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen”. I set him down on the pumpkin right in the middle of our little patch. He looked right at the photographer and smiled, like a natural little model. Then all of a sudden, I saw that look in his eyes. Oh no, this can’t be happening, I thought. But I knew, deep down, that it was. That’s when I started to smell it. The photographer had absolutely no clue. He just kept snapping.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
They call me many things. “That Stella,” they’ll say, “she’s…French.” As if that one word explains it all. They see the confident stride, the red lipstick, the way my eyes meet theirs without apology. They see a woman comfortable in her skin, undeniably so, and they fill in the blanks with their own assumptions. A certain kind of woman, they think…A slut…A whore.
It’s true, I don’t shy away from desire. And yes, a man who knows how to truly hold a woman, how to make her pulse quicken, is a rare and beautiful thing. But for all the gossip, for all the whispered judgments, they miss the crucial detail: I am impossibly, ruthlessly, agonizingly selective. Most men? They don’t even get a second glance.
Jessy 1844-33-CANDY ext 305
Headmaster Collins tried to resist me since the first year of school. It didn’t bother me though, because I knew he was gonna get my sloppy blowjob one day. Did he think I was stupid? I knew he jerked his cock off in his office twice a day. He had no idea that I was friends with his newly-engaged assistant. She absolutely lived to give the scoop on him and if I didn’t think she would blab, I definitely could munch on her carpet because she is so hot! I always do at least one thing to get his attention. Sometimes, my skirt is too tight or I’ll wear a top that is kind of see-through, so he gets a glimpse of my nipples.He tries to hide his swelling cock , but that doesn’t work. Then, he runs to his office. I get such a kick out of knowing that my flirty tactics work so well.
One day I am one of the last girls leaving the auditorium and Headmaster Collins tells me he needs to speak with me. He tells me how intelligent and beautiful I am , but that he is trying to hold his marriage together. I tell him
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?
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Attending Vore parties is so exciting. One of my girlfriends has black market access to shrunken boys, and when the girls and I party, she orders them by the dozens. We pop boys like some sluts pop pills. Getting high on the feeling of crunching them between our teeth and swishing them around our mouths with our tongues.
We often get so hot devouring them that we end up making out with our little snacks between our lips. You know what happens after girls start kissing.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
We’ve all been there. That creeping, tightening feeling in your lower abdomen that suddenly escalates from a gentle suggestion to a full-blown, five-alarm wake up call in a matter of seconds. Yes, I’m talking about that feeling. The one that makes you sweat, clench, and mentally map out every single restroom location within a five-mile radius. The urgent need to, well, go.
It’s a universally understood experience, yet strangely taboo. We whisper about it, fidget awkwardly, and try to project an air of calm while internally screaming, “MUST. FIND. BATHROOM. NOW!” For me, it’s usually triggered by one of two things: a perfectly brewed cup of coffee (the irony!) or the mere thought of a long car ride. My bladder, bless its tiny, unreliable heart, seems to have a mind of its own. It’s like a mischievous gremlin, waiting for the most inconvenient moment to shout, “Surprise! I’m full!”