Tag: Edge play

Edging

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Good morning, Mommy” Davey chirps. His voice sounds high and eager. His cheeks are rosy, his dark hair is messily tousled, and I know exactly what’s coming. I crouch in front of him, resting my hands on his knees. “Good morning, my sweet boy,” I say, smiling. Immediately, his pupils dilate. He loves this. “Good boy…good boy…good boy.” It’s the phrase that sends him spiraling.

“Oh, Mother,” he whispers, tugging at his onesie. “Please?” I feign innocence. “Please what, darling? You know I can’t help you unless you’re a very good boy and say the magic words that every Mommy wants to hear.” His giggle is breathless and I see the telltale tent forming in his onesie. He edges like a pro, so I already know this is gonna be good. “I…um, Mommy, I want to make you proud,” he says, as his voice trembles. “Can we do family fun together, Mother?”

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Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

We entered the gym, and the lights shut off. Someone let out a horrible scream from the opposite side of the room, and then I felt hands grabbing my waist. I screamed and kicked, but whoever had grabbed me was much stronger. The wind was pushed out of my lungs as they hauled me over their shoulder and rushed into the high school locker room.

It was too dark to see who or what was carrying me. They carried me easily, no matter how hard I thrashed or pounded my fists on their back. The locker room lights flickered, making me dizzy as my fear swirled through me. I watched helplessly as the lockers and benches were passed, and my captor carried me into the shower stalls. Their fingers dug into my thighs as I dropped me from their shoulder to the shower floor. I tried to scramble up to my feet, but a high-heeled boot planted itself in my chest, and a feminine voice said, “I don’t think so bitch.”

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I recently learned that in the 1700s, “choking” was used as a medical procedure to cure erectile dysfunction. You idiots will go to all lengths to get that dick hard, won’t you? Who needs oxygen to the brain when you could have a stiffy? Of course, I sort of understand how after you’ve tried it once, it can become addicting.

Those strange tingles it causes, and how everything around you fades into the distance, so all you can focus on is the sensations in your body. Once we start treating your limp noodle with Francie’s tight grip around your throat, you’ll become my little gasper for life.

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