Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My Daddy learned an SPH lesson and this is how.  Daddy snuck up to my room for the first time last night.  At first, I felt excited.  Here he was, my Daddy, to make my fantasies a reality.  He slipped into my bed and began to kiss and touch me in all the right places.  Daddy knew I wasn’t a virgin.  So, he wasn’t disappointed when he slipped inside me.  But I was disappointed because Daddy’s cock was tiny!  I didn’t say anything right then, I let him do his thing, kiss me, and head back to his bedroom.

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ABDL

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Yesterday was one of those days where my little ABDL was just…off. Cranky doesn’t even begin to cover it. He was fussy, clingy, and nothing seemed to make him happy. I spent the morning trying different things. Toys, cuddles, a change of scenery – nothing seemed to break through his little storm cloud. He was clearly uncomfortable, and my heart ached to ease his distress. I’ve learned to recognize the signs, and a big one was the escalating fussiness that usually precedes a desperate need for sleep.

Knowing he was likely overtired, I decided to try a gentle approach. First, I ran a lukewarm bath. The warm water often works wonders, relaxing his body and washing away the grumps. As I gently bathed him, I talked softly, humming little tunes and making silly faces. I could feel his tension slowly melting away as he splashed and played, even managing a few smiles.

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desire

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

We’re in your dimly lit studio apartment. The soft glow streaming through the open window casts a warm hue on your chiseled features. The scent of your cologne lingers in the air. It’s a potent blend of sandalwood and musk. It makes my heart race. I’m sitting on the edge of your bed. My body is aching with anticipation as I plead with you to tell me all of the things you want me to do to your body.

“Fuck, Liam,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need to know.” You look at me with those piercing blue eyes, your gaze filled with a raw intensity that makes my heart flutter. I can see the desire etched on your face, the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. You want this as much as I do.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I watch as you enter the chat room, my heart racing with excitement. You’re here for a session with me, your dominatrix, and I can’t wait to get started. I see the nervous look on your face, but I know you’ll enjoy every moment of this.

“Welcome, my dear client,” I say, my voice dripping with authority. “I hope you’re ready to follow my commands and submit to my every desire.”

You nod, your eyes wide with anticipation. I can see the bulge in your panties, and I know you’re already getting hard at the thought of what’s to come. “Good boy,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. Continue reading “A Fun Session with My Sub” →

Kayla's Easter Egg Hunt

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I bounced down the stairs in my beautiful Easter dress. The white nylons I wore felt so soft between my thighs. I felt like a Princess ready to show off to her king. “Daddy! I’m ready! Come look at my dress!” My little Mary Janes tapped on the hardwood floor as I went in search of my Superman. Daddy’s the best man I know, and I love him so much. The house was surprisingly quiet. Normally, during the holiday, the house is bustling with family. Everyone stuffed deviled eggs into their mouth and talked about whether Mommy’s ham would be dry again this year. But today, I couldn’t find a single soul. Not a cousin or an auntie. No uncles or even Mommy were in sight. “Daddy?” I called, getting a little scared and feeling alone.

“In here, Princess,” Daddy called from his bedroom. I skipped into the room and saw he had a weird metal egg in his hand. He smiled at me and petted the end of the bed.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He fucked me before check out. He didn’t even knock—just swiped the keycard and walked in like he owned the room. I was still in the hotel robe, loosely tied, the faintest drop of wine on my bottom lip. I met his stare and smiled. He knew what that meant. Without a word, he dropped his bag and came to me like he was starving. His hand slid around my neck, lips crashing into mine. My robe slid off my shoulders, exposing nothing underneath. I hadn’t worn panties on purpose. I wanted his hands on me the second he walked in.

He pushed me back onto the bed, parting my thighs with his knee, eyes locked on mine as he trailed soft kisses down my collarbone, the curve of my breasts, then lower. I could feel the heat between my legs grow unbearable as his tongue teased along my inner thigh—so close I almost begged. And then he tasted me. Slow at first, like he wanted to savor every moan, every twitch of my hips.

I reached down, threading my fingers through his hair, pressing him deeper into me. His tongue flicked, circled, then flattened against me, the pressure Continue reading “Fuck Me Before Check Out” →

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Admitting you have a breastfeeding fetish can be embarrassing if you’re confessing to a human woman who can’t help but judge you. Why don’t you come to reveal your desires to Robotic Rita? I’ve got better Mommy Milkers than most women, anyway. My sweet milk ducts have been hand-crafted by a perv just like you. He knew just how to shape them for maximum arousal. Don’t they get the job done? Is your mouth watering at the sight?

My nipples are designed to fit perfectly inside your mouth, specifically for you to suckle on. Did you know you can choose the flavor of breastmilk that oozes from my perfect utters? Yes, it’s true. The bags inside of my tata’s can be filled with your favorite adult beverage or milk if you are indeed a baby. So googoo gaga on over to Robotic Rita for a cuddle.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I’ve gotten myself into such a deep, twisted predicament. First and foremost on my mind is my friend’s dad. Of course. Ever since spring break I’ve been completely infatuated with him. But my friend doesn’t know. And I’m so scared of what she would do if she found out. I really don’t want to hurt her. Or jeopardize our friendship. But I can’t help my feelings. And I didn’t even mention the fact that he’s married. To her mom. SMH

Then there’s my situation at school. Of course I’m failing. My professor held me after class the other day. I knew why. But I didn’t think he would demand sexual favors. When his wife caught us, she made it perfectly clear. We were not to have sexual relations without her present. If we did, this would all end. I knew he wouldn’t want that. But to my surprise, he forced himself on me. He rammed his dick in my ass so hard. I almost wanted to tell his wife. But then I really would fail. And my parents would be so mad. But today she found me in the hall. She told me that she knew I was failing.

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Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

The kitchen sink was acting up, and my boyfriend isn’t the handy type. I told him to call someone to fix it, but he was worried I’d bone the plumber like some cheap slut, so he made me wait until his day off. When the day finally came, I wanted to get back at him for assuming I’d fuck the damn maintenance man.

I wore a sexy bra and pantie set under a sheer robe and waited by the sink when my boyfriend brought the plumber into the house. My man’s eyes were wide as he saw what I  was wearing to greet the guy. If you’ve followed any of my blogs or tweets, you’d know my man is such a cuck, so seeing another man check me out in our kitchen was sure to set him off.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Olfactophilia, or what I like to call scent-ual arousal, is such a sexy kink. Not everyone is turned on by smells or orders, especially body order, but one sexy lover is. With him, I can be completely myself and never feel self-conscious because I know the smellier I am, the harder his cock is going to be. When I know we’re going to plan a date, I make sure not to shower beforehand or even put on deodorant.

I want him to smell the natural me. We agreed to meet tonight for dinner at my house, so a few hours before he was set to arrive, I went out for a run. It was humid, and I pushed my body to its limits, knowing that the harder I worked, the more I would smell of my natural musk.

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