*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I love getting a fresh new pair of holiday heels every Christmas season. With so many parties and events to attend, having a sexy new pair always makes me feel amazing. Plus, they come in handy for all of my CBT lovers.
I think that every holiday season should start and end with a bit of cock and ball “fun”. And I have the sexiest holiday heels to wear in order to make your CBT dreams come true.
Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414
I knew he was a cigar aficionado, but I had no idea how deep his smoking fetish went. He was never without a cigar in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other. Even during long private dances. But then one night he asked me to go home with him. That’s when I learned the truth and so much more. He had me dance and strip for him. Then we sat and he began tickling my pussy with his cigar, then dipped it inside. All while it was burning. Then he licked and sucked all of my juices off before taking a huge puff off of it. He told me we were ready for the next step. This is when it got really crazy. He stuck it in my pussy like it was a mouth. Then he told me to clench my pussy tight. He took it out and put his lips on my pussy and his tongue inside it. He told me to push as he sucked the smoke out. We kept practicing until I was able to suck a lot of smoke into my pussy and blow it out into his mouth.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
You clicked on this blog because you’re a kinky cock sucker, aren’t you? I knew it. I can always smell men like you a mile away. Well, I guess I shouldn’t use the word “men” should I. Because you’re not one.
Real men don’t get down on their knees and suck dick. Only a cock sucker would do something like that. And that’s exactly what you are, a kinky cock sucker. Or at least you will be by the time I’m done with you. Because even if you’ve never sucked a cock, but dream about it, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Make me your little sissy bitch he whispered after I asked him to share his heart’s desire with me. I smiled down at him reassuringly. “Of course!” I cried out. “I would love to turn you into the best little sissy bitch I can!” I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Then I picked out the naughtiest outfit possible. She bounced up and down on her toes when I showed her her reflection in the mirror. “I look like a real slut!” She gushed turning this way and that to see all of herself. As she admired herself, I took out my phone and sent off a couple texts.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Winter is at our doorstep, and we won’t have much more time to play in the piled-up leaves that fall leaves behind! Don’t you just love the sound of crunching foliage under our feet when we stroll together? Our evening walks together make me feel so close to you.
The crisp air whipping at our faces keeps me snuggling into you to steal your warmth. The way you hold me against your body makes me want to be naughty right here on the lawn of this park.
Continue reading “Fall For Francie’s Fall Foliage Fucking Weather”
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
“Why, Stella? Why do you insist on being the one holding the leash?” They look at the high polish on my boots, or maybe they see the faint marks on my neck left by a tightly fitted collar, wondering what I’ll say. It’s tempting to give them a chic answer about power dynamics or the beautiful theater of kink. But tonight, I will be honest. I don’t love power in the abstract. I love taking it.
The moment it happens—the shift—is a quiet, terrifying thing, even after all this time. You’re watching a person who handles boardroom negotiations or complicated machinery every day suddenly relinquish the single most burdensome thing we all carry: the right to decide. When they kneel, they aren’t just kneeling to me. They are kneeling to the absence of consequence. They are begging to hand over their anxiety, their morality, their burdensome free will, and place it directly in my hands.
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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
You won’t believe the Thanksgiving surprise I had. My mom asked if I could help her prepare because she had 28 guests coming to Thanksgiving dinner. While we were setting the table, she began to go over the guest list with me. She told me that she had invited the Martins. I started to think about how awkward that’s going to be. Mr. Martin is a close friend of my dad’s. Growing up, he was like an uncle to me, and his wife was like a sweet aunt. But now things were very complicated. Mr. Martin and I have gotten very close. He doesn’t want anyone to know that he came into my work with another woman. I don’t want anyone to know where I work. Neither one of us wants anyone to know that we have begun to have an affair. And we certainly don’t want anyone to know what happened when he was at my apartment the other night. My uncle let himself in and caught us. Then he made Mr. Martin suck his dick. Then he fucked Mr. Martin so hard that he came everywhere.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Finally! I’d found the stinker that ruined Kayla’s birthday party! I held him up high for the crowd of girls to see, and they cheered. “Finally! Hurry and change him.” “Peeyouu!”, “Oh my god, he stinks!” They all erupted at once, but Kayla pushed her way closer and shoved her nose to the saggy seat of his overstuffed Pampers cruiser and yelled the loudest. “Peyouu! You is one stinky boy!” Mr. Stinkypampers’ face turned beet red as he looked back at her, smelling his stinky pants, and in a soft voice said, “Nutuh.”
Continue reading “The Stinker That Ruined Kayla’s Birthday Party Part Three”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
We were in the artisanal coffee shop downtown. Michael was staring intensely at a pastry tower, when his lower lip starting to tremble. “No, Michael,” I whispered, grabbing his arm so tightly I risked interrupting his circulatory system. “We are having a pleasant afternoon. We agreed on no more sweets because they make you too hyper.”
He didn’t listen. Instead, he decided to stomp and scream as he always does whenever he doesn’t get his own way. Especially when we’re surrounded by people who might judge my parenting skills—or lack thereof. And then, like clockwork, he did it. There was a faint, yet unmistakable, shhhht sound, followed by the specific, horrible squish that only a fully saturated, cotton adult diaper can produce.
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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
It was another one of our infamous “Mama Meet-Ups,” a glorious gathering of us doting ABDL Mamas, where the coffee flowed, the gossip swirled, and, inevitably, the “boys” became the star of every conversation. I always looked forward to seeing my dear friends, Sarah and Jessica, knowing full well what delightful (and slightly competitive) chatter lay ahead. Our living rooms, usually adorned with adult-sized baby gear and pastel colors, transformed into arenas where we’d playfully boast about our boys, their latest achievements, their prodigious appetites, and, well, their more personal “assets.”
No sooner had the kettle whistled its last tune and the first round of cocoa been served, than Sarah, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, leaned forward and whispered “Oh, you guys simply wouldn’t believe what my Big Max did this morning! He filled out his special ‘super-duper-absorbent’ diaper like it was tailor-made, bulging in all the right places, of course. He’s just getting so robust, you know!”