☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏
Ronnie and Zoey went out trick or treating. Mommy Anna told Ronnie to make sure to look after Zoey, and that they could stay out for as long as they wish, so long as they behaved in the days before Halloween. Ronnie and Zoey were so excited they could barely contain themselves.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Another one. Always the same hopeful, pathetic look in their eyes. As if I would be anything more than a fleeting fantasy for their miserable lives. “Bonjour, Monsieur,” I purred, my voice dripping with an accent thicker than the Parisian fog. He flinched, already knowing what was coming. Good. Fear is the first step to understanding your place.
He mumbled a greeting, as his gaze darted around my dimly lit salon. The velvet curtains, the antique furniture, the subtle scent of expensive perfume…it was all designed to overwhelm. To make them feel small. And it worked. Every time. “You are late,” I stated, not as a question, but as a cold, hard fact. They call me a bitch. Bien sûr. What did they expect? A gentle caress? A whispered endearment? Ridicule.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
As an ABDL Mommy, I’m around diapers a lot. Some babies love diapers so much that they want to see Mommy in them. I’m asked all the time to put on a diaper. I always say no and remind my babies that Mommy is a big girl and doesn’t have accidents like they do, so I don’t need them.
But the truth is, just because I don’t need them, doesn’t mean I don’t like to wear them on special occasions. For example, tonight is Little Donny’s birthday, and I’ve planned a special surprise for him. I’m going to wear a thick, crinkly diaper under my lingerie.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I knew the moment I walked into the gaming room that the fun was over. The odor that greeted me was not just a smell; it was an airborne structural warning. A thick, insistent presence that suggested something prehistoric had recently perished inside a snug plastic shell. Little Timmy, all six-foot-two of him, was trying desperately to look inconspicuous. His eyes were glued to the TV screen as if focusing hard enough could make the problem vanish into the digital ether. The faint squish sound that accompanied his every subtle shift in position, betrayed his feeble attempt at denial.
“Timmy,” I announced, my voice sickly sweet despite the emergency, “I think we need to have a little chat about the structural integrity of your current diaper situation…” He just groaned dramatically, confirming what I already knew: I didn’t get paid enough for this environmental hazard mitigation, especially when the offending item was a premium, extra-capacity, nighttime Pampers that had clearly failed its crucial mission.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Halloween is the perfect holiday for a slutty sissy. The best excuse to really whore it up and wear the sexiest outfit you can find. Last week I told you about a slutty sissy I know who spent Halloween at a club with me. We had the BEST night together full of hot men and even hotter encounters.
After getting my girl dressed up in a sexy nurse uniform, we left my place and started towards a big Halloween party downtown that I’d heard about. She was following closely behind me, but I could tell she was nervous. My slutty sissy was a virgin after-all.
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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
“Alexus, I need help.” Tiff huffed into the phone. “I wanna peg my man, but I’m not sure how to do it. Can you come over and help me?” Mmm, I love breaking in little virgins, so I told her I’d be happy to. First, I packed a bag full of lingerie, makeup, and a little red wig and skipped to her house.
Her husband was handcuffed to the bed when I got there, completely naked. What a sight. He had a lovely cock that lay limp against his thigh, and he seemed very frustrated with Tiff.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I’m a woman of simple, yet incredibly specific, pleasures. While some chase after fancy dinners or the latest gossip, my eyes are always scanning for one thing: a beautiful, thick BBC to wrap my soft, glossy lips around. It’s a craving, a delightful obsession, and frankly, my favorite way to unwind.
Recently, I met his guy. I spotted him across the room, as he was leaning against the bar with an easy smile playing on his lips. He was tall with broad shoulders and had that unmistakable “big dick energy” that always makes me feral. My radar went wild. There was a certain confidence in his stance, a lazy power that promised a delightful experience. My heart did a little flutter-kick. I had to have him!
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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463
Don’t you just love being squished up in a car while you fuck? It makes it much more fun and exciting. But I want to tell you about the time I met this mysterious guy in the mall. I was in a lingerie shop and saw him from across the store. He walked up to me and asked if I wanted to have some fun with him. I agreed, so he went and bought all my new lingerie, and then led me out of the mall and to his car.
I was wondering if he wanted to go somewhere, but he asked me if I wanted to fuck him in the car. I love having sex and playing around in the backseat, but it was the middle of the day. Wouldn’t people see us? Well, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist so it excited me even more. I agreed and got in the back seat after him.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Welcome to Miss Zoey’s Sissy Finishing School! There’s so much more to becoming the perfect sissy than just putting on panties and a dress. Also, there are far more skills to master than just sucking cock. I’ve spent 26 years perfecting my femininity and honing my slutty skills to a master level. So, who better to open a finishing school specifically geared to wannabe sissy girls?
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I have to confess, I am so freaking horny for Halloween! Not just for the spooky vibes, but for the very sexy costumes that seem to bring out the naughty in every guy on the block. As soon as October rolls around, my mind is flooded with dirty dreams of getting railed by hot guys in their tight-fitting superhero suits, devilish horns, or even a simple pirate outfit that hugs their muscular ass just right.
I remember one Halloween party in particular, where I spotted a tall, dark, and handsome devil strutting around the dance floor. His red suit was so tight it looked painted on, accentuating every delicious inch of his chiseled physique. As he spun me around, his rough, calloused hands gripping my hips, all I could think about was having that thick, devilish cock buried deep inside me.