Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

My best friend at college is named Maddy. She’s sweet and kind, always there for me. I adore Maddy. But I have a secret. A secret about her dad Carter.

Professor Carter James is a name well-known to most students on campus. Tall, dark and handsome, he teaches advanced psychology. When I sit in his class, I can barely focus on the lesson. My eyes are on his chiseled features, the way his eyes smolder. I imagine him bending me over his desk, his strong hands gripping my hips as he takes me from behind.

It started innocently enough. Maddy and I studied together at my place. When her father dropped her off, our gazes met and a spark ignited between us. He lingered, looking at me a beat too long. Later, he messaged me online, thanking me for letting Maddy stay over. I flirted, feeling bold, and he flirted right back.

Continue reading “I Have a Secret”

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m just an average Gen Z girl, 20 and horny as hell. I might also have expensive and fancy tastes. That’s why I knew I had to enter this guy’s “Sugarbaby Contest” when I first heard about it. A hot billionaire named E was looking for a young slut to keep as his personal plaything, and the compensation package was better than anything I’d ever seen.

I mean, sure, I’d have to do whatever the fuck he wanted sexually. But being a filthy little cock sleeve for a rich guy didn’t sound so bad to me. I’m always down to get freaky and the money was hella good. So I sent in my nudes and waited eagerly for a response.

Continue reading “The Sugarbaby Contest”

sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I take immense pride in molding my little sissy into the epitome of femininity and obedience. It’s a journey, a transformation that requires patience, discipline, and a firm hand. And while she’s come a long way, I’d be lying if I said it was always smooth sailing. My sissy, bless her heart, is still a bit rough around the edges.

One of the most persistent challenges is her voice. Despite countless hours spent encouraging her to embrace a more delicate, feminine tone, that old “boy voice” still creeps in from time to time. It’s jarring, a stark reminder of the person she once was, the person she’s striving so hard to leave behind. Each slip-up is met with a gentle, but firm, correction. “Remember, darling,” I remind her, “a pretty girl speaks with a pretty voice.” It’s not about stifling her, but about guiding her towards the woman she is meant to be.

Continue reading “my little sissy”

teasing

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Tonight is for teasing. And what better way to tease than with a shiny pair of tan pantyhose? I love the way the silk feels against my skin. Cool and smooth, it’s a second skin that hugs every curve. Today, it’s a pair of tan pantyhose, the kind that shimmer under the light, making my legs look endless. I catch my reflection in the mirror, a playful glint in my eyes.

Mark is sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, oblivious to the weapon I’m about to wield. I saunter in, the subtle rustle of the pantyhose announcing my arrival. He glances up, his eyes widening as they travel from my toes to my thighs. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Looking good,” he murmurs, voice already a little husky.

Continue reading “Tonight is for teasing”

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Hello, you horny old perverts. It’s me again, the delicious 20-year-old pussy you lust after so much. I know how badly you wish you could get a taste of my tight young holes. How you dream of ramming your wrinkled old cocks deep inside me. How much you ache to make me yours and teach this bratty little slut a lesson she’ll never forget.

Well, too fucking bad. You’ll never get to experience the exquisite pleasure of being covered in my juices as I ride you into oblivion. Never get to smack my round ass and leave your handprint on my smooth cheeks. Never feel my hot mouth wrapped around your throbbing dick, sucking you dry until you’re completely spent.

Continue reading “Cry About It”

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m always eager to explore new experiences and push my boundaries. This weekend, I decided to try something I’ve never done before – being a rope bunny. Little did I know, it would be a mind-blowing adventure that left me craving for more.

It all started when a friend introduced me to her rope topping partner at a kinky party. Intrigued, I watched them tie her up in intricate knots and positions, marveling at how sensual it looked. When they offered to tie me up too, I hesitated for a moment before diving in headfirst.

Continue reading “Popped My Rope Bunny Cherry!”

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I need to confess something kind of wild that happened on Saturday and I can’t keep it in anymore. So my bestie Lizzy’s grandfather came to visit for the big basketball game, I’m talking her grandma’s husband, like, the actual grandpa. He’s this really distinguished silver fox type – handsome, classy, still super fit for his age. Anyway, after the game he swung by our dorm the next morning, probably to take us out to brunch or whatever.

But of course Lizzy was at spin class, the cardio obsessed little bi– I mean bunny that she is. So it was just me and Gramps, hanging out in our common room. I was still in my silk pajama shorts, trying to be cute as always. He complimented me and we were chatting and flirting, when he suggested we go back to my room to “continue the conversation in private”. I mean, I’m no prude, and that man was so fucking sexy…

Continue reading “My Bestie’s Grandfather”

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’ve always fantasized about having my own personal sissy maid. A pretty little sissyslut to cater to my every whim and desire. Someone who will happily don a frilly, slutty maid outfit complete with lacy panties and stockings. The kind of outfit that screams “perky submissive housekeeper” and makes the wearer look adorable while scrubbing the bathroom tile.

Just imagine, cute college guys showing up in hopes of landing this “easy” job. I’ll usher each one into my room, eyeing him up and down. “Strip,” I’ll command sternly. “Let me see what you’re working with.” Some might be sporting a hard-on already at the thought of being my personal sissy. I’ll snap a garter belt and full lacy panties over that erection and make them model the skimpy maid costume. The good ones will get flushed and aroused at the humiliation of it all.

Continue reading “A Sissy Maid for My Dorm Room”

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I still can hardly believe it happened. It was my summer internship. On one particularly stressful day, I snuck into the empty conference room for a little “me time” during lunch.

I was just getting into it, one hand in my panties and the other pinching my nipples through my thin blouse, when I heard the door open. I froze. There was my boss, Mr. Johnson, staring at me with a shocked expression that quickly turned hungry. Fuck.

Continue reading “Last Summer’s Internship”

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Hello there! It’s your girl back with the dirty deets on my wild weekend at the frat house. Boy, do I have a story to tell! This past Saturday night, I headed over to Delta Chi for their biggest bash of the semester. I was feeling myself in my tight little black dress, ready to get turnt up. The music was bumpin’, the beer pong tables were lit, and the frat bros were looking fine as hell.

Before I knew it, I was seeing double and stumbling my way to the couch for a quick snooze. I curled up right there in the living room, not giving a second thought to my short skirt riding up. The next thing I knew, I was coming to with some heavy weight pressing me down.

Continue reading “The Frat Party”