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Chrome rails & midnight thrills were my confessions of a metro minx. The only lovers I planned to meet when I boarded that empty train—but then he stepped on, and suddenly the whole night begged to be misbehaved. The car was nearly deserted, lights flickering like a bad decision I couldn’t wait to make. I chose the back corner seat, crossing my legs slowly enough to hear my leather skirt sigh. That sound? It got his attention. He looked up. I smirked.

Game on! I held his gaze, wordlessly daring him. The train lurched forward. My palm slipped between my thighs, teasing the hem inch by inch until a breathy moan betrayed me. I wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt—tonight’s reckless promise to myself. As the carriage rattled through the tunnel, I let two fingers explore sensitive paths while the city blurred in streaks of neon beyond the windows. His eyes widened, and I leaned back, parting my knees just enough for the challenge to land.

He rose. Each step toward me echoed like a drumbeat in my ribcage. When he asked in a husk of a voice “Can I watch?”, consent tumbled from my mouth in a half-whispered yes. Continue reading “Chrome Rails & Midnight Thrills: Confessions of a Metro Minx” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Late Checkout wasn’t part of the plan—but then again, nothing about him ever is. I had already turned in the key. Bags packed, room cleaned, goodbye kiss on the cheek. But something in me needed just one more taste. One more moment of him beneath me, wrecked and obedient.

So I doubled back, slipped up the stairs like a secret, and found him exactly where I hoped he’d be—shirtless, sprawled across the bed, cocky smirk on his face like he knew I couldn’t stay away. “You forget something?” he asked, voice thick with sleep and sin.

I didn’t answer. I just let my heels click slowly across the floor as I peeled off my clothes—top first, then my bra, letting him see the tight control I still held even when naked. His eyes trailed every inch of me, hungry.

“Come here,” he whispered. But I didn’t. Not yet. I stood at the foot of the bed, hand on my hip, teasing the edge of my panties. You want this?” I asked. “Earn it.” He crawled. On elbows and knees like the obedient thing he pretends not to be. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoved him between my thighs, Continue reading “Late Checkout” →

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He loaned me out to his friends and there was nothing I could do about it. It started as a joke. He said, “You’re my perfect little toy—maybe I should share you.” I laughed. Nervous. Turned on. Then one night, he blindfolded me and whispered, “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.” I heard the door open. More than one voice. Male. Deep. Confident.

I was naked on my knees, waiting. My heart pounding. My thighs soaked. I felt like prey. Precious. Offered. My breath caught when I heard the soft chuckle of a stranger just inches from me. He kissed my cheek and said, “These are my friends. You’ll serve them tonight. You’ll take whatever they give you. But remember—you belong to me.” What followed was chaos. A beautiful, filthy storm.

Hands everywhere. Fingers in my mouth, on my breasts, between my legs. Cocks shoved into my mouth, then my cunt, then back again. I was passed between them like a favorite plaything. They slapped my ass, praised my throat, pulled my hair, marked my skin. I begged for it. I was stretched. Used. Worshipped. Degraded. And I loved every second.

Every time I looked toward him—blindfold askew, Continue reading “He Loaned Me Out to His Friends” →

 

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” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I let some random guys drain their balls by running a train on me last night at my party. They fucked this sweet black twat so good. There were so many different cocks in all my fuck holes. Big cocks, small ones, some guy even had a curve. I felt like I was a filthy whore serving my life’s purpose.

On my knees deep throating and gagging on hard wood. Getting hardcore fucked doggy style and missionary. Having my asshole creampied like I’m a dirty cum dumpster. The guys were lucky to be fucking a cunt like me. This chocolate box was the life of the party. “Fuck that pussy was so good man!” I dropped my load off in the bitch.”

I could hear a few of the guys chatting in the background while I’m still getting fucked by the last bit of guys. It made me smile because I knew I was getting the job done. I always wanted to be a part of a gangbang but never had the courage to do so. So I went the traditional way. I threw a party and invited only guys. Haha! Leave it up to a slut like me to think Continue reading “Ball Draining on a Train” →

Good Girls

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Have you ever heard the saying before that good girls get what they want? Well I speak from experience and can tell you that it’s true. Us good girls always get what we want, know matter what. And what is it that I want you ask? Well simply, big cocks.

I know I’ve spoken before about how much I love big black cock. But in all honesty, I love ALL big cocks – they don’t HAVE to be black. Good girls aren’t picky with their cock colours. As long as it’s thick and long I’m down to fuck it.

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You knelt before me, eyes downcast, hands bound behind your back, your arousal evident through the locked chastity cage I had fastened around your manhood. Your submission was a sight to behold, a testament to my dominance. “Remember, you’re here to watch, to learn, to serve,” I reminded you, my voice a husky whisper.

The room was a symphony of moans and sighs, a chorus of pleasure. Multiple black men, each a specimen of raw masculinity, were scattered around the room, their cocks hard and ready. I walked among them, my body bare, my curves on full display. I was the conductor of this orchestra of lust, and they were my instruments. Continue reading “Forcing My Loser in Chastity and Watching Me Take BBC” →

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Putting Sissies in their Place is a talent. Each sissy has their own journey to take. Finding out your journey is half the fun. Let’s look at you. Do you dress like a man? Do you strut around thinking you are all that? Silly Gurl. lol Oh, I’d love to get my hands on you and show you exactly what kind of sissy you are.

And there are so many types of sissies, so you’ll want to be on your best behavior with me. Consequences for you can be fun! Well, for me at least, maybe not for you lol.

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I have been addicted to BBC since the first time I had one. Some people call it Jungle Fever. Everyone in my family would always say you better not bring any black babies home. Or get caught slutting around with those people. I think all their fussing and cussing is what made me want to try it more.

I mean seriously if all you ever hear is don’t do it. Then that just makes you want to try it more. So the first time that I even saw a shiny black cock. I fell in love instantly. I just loved looking at it. It was so long and fat. It looked like a sweet piece of chocolate.

And I was aching to taste it. I started out just giving blow jobs. Because I was so afraid of getting pregnant. I would just suck black cocks off under the bleachers at school. The black boys would line up to fuck my slutty throat. I didn’t mind at all because I was becoming a fiend for black meat. The more juicy cocks I sucked the more I wanted. Their cum even tasted different to me.

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Bigger Is Better

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In my opinion bigger is better, especially when it comes to cocks. I got really deep into BBC last summer and now I can’t stop daydreaming about it. I’m ready for summer to be back NOW! We’re so close I can taste it.

How deep into BBC are you? Or have you not experienced it yet? Maybe you’ve been thinking about watching your girlfriend or wife get fucked by a BBC? There really are so many options. Let me tell you about my BBC awakening.

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