Tag: edging

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mark, bless his heart, shifted nervously on the edge of my worn velvet chaise lounge. His eyes, usually bright with a hopeful glint, were now clouded with a desperate hunger. He thought I liked him. He truly did. And maybe, in some twisted way, I did. But mostly, I liked the way the crisp hundred-dollar bills felt between my fingers after our sessions.

I moved with a practiced grace, as my many years of dance lessons finally started to pay off. I circled him slowly, my fingertips trailing lightly over the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt. He flinched at my touch, a tremor running through his body. He was so easy to control, a marionette dancing to the tune of my whispered commands. The rules were clear, etched in unspoken agreement between us. He could pump. He could stroke. But he could never, ever cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was the conductor of this bizarre symphony of frustration, and he was my willing, albeit tormented, instrument. Nothing more than a plaything…A pet.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

J had me pressed with my back against the brick wall. Neither one of us were familiar with the area. This added anxiety for me and curiosity for him. He leaned in, moving himself up close against me. Feeling his cock, erect, I was extremely turned on. He had been edging me the night before leaving me hungry for his cock, wanting more of anything he was willing to give. My lace panties moist from his constant teasing.

While pressed against me, his ginger beard tickling my forehead he reached down and took my hand in his. Looking down at me his eyes were full of excitement and he gave me a sweet smile. I smiled back but I was unable to keep eye contact. My eyes started to wander about.

“You look scared.” he said laughing. “You’re just making me want it more.” I glanced around, I didn’t see a soul. “Stop it, stop checking for people.” I laughed at myself for being so paranoid that someone might see. “Ok I’m sorry” I slurred. He lowered his shorts exposing his erect cock. “I don’t want you focused on anything but my cock.”

Continue reading ““Just A Bratty Masochist” pt 2″ →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Ah, hello there naughty reader. It’s me, your sexy kitten Diana. I hope you’re having a good day, because I’m certainly having a naughty one. Edging myself. But how could I not, with a hot, virile, big-dicked man like you on my mind?

That’s right, while I pleasure myself to the brink of ecstasy and back again, it’s your name that’s on my lips. Your unrelenting cock that I’m craving. The way you make me shiver and shake, bringing me to the edge over and over without letting me fall. It’s pure bliss.

I start by rubbing my sensitive clit in slow circles, imagining it’s your fingers deftly playing with my most intimate places. My breathing quickens and my thighs start to quiver, that familiar heat building like molten lava between my legs already.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Okay, so I need to vent. There’s this guy, right? He calls me sometimes, and honestly, the whole situation is just pathetic. He’s basically this total loser who gets off on talking to me. I know, I know, it sounds conceited, but hear me out. He’ll call, and he’ll start with the usual garbage. How he can’t stop thinking about me, how my voice drives him crazy, the whole nine yards. He lays it on thick, saying things like he wants to “jump through the phone” and, well, you get the picture. It’s pretty gross, honestly.

The thing is, we both know it’s never going to happen. Not in a million years. And not just because we live miles apart. See, he knows he’d never get a girl like me in real life. I’m not trying to brag, but let’s be real. I’ve got my life together, I know what I want, and I’m not exactly hurting for attention. He’s not the guy for me. I’m not even remotely attracted to him.

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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Domination isn’t a game tonight — it’s a sentence. From the moment you answered my call, you surrendered, and now, you’ll beg for my words. You wanted to play the good little slave, but you’re already failing — stuttering, begging too soon, hands trembling where I can’t even see them. I don’t need to see, though. I know exactly what you look like when you’re scared and soaked, trembling between the urge to please me and the desire to come without permission.But you won’t come. Not yet. Not until I’m done dragging you through every twisted inch of this phone line. You’ll call me Mistress, you’ll choke on your apologies, and you’ll thank me for every single humiliation I pour into your ear. This isn’t just domination — it’s destruction, and you signed up for it.I want you stripped bare, physically and mentally, so when I tell you to stroke, you’ll do it with tears in your eyes. And when I deny you release for the fifth, sixth, seventh time — you’ll thank me. Because my domination is the only thing you crave now. Welcome to your ruin.

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Jade 1844-332-2639 ext 371

I drove around the city just thinking as I got control of myself. We will probably never see each other again. I finally told the taxi driver to take me home. Traffic was busy and congested as usual.

Finally home and time to relax. I fixed myself a glass of wine and changed into something comfortable. All of a sudden I heard a knock at my door and there he was standing.

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Jade 1844-332-2639 ext 371

It was late and I wanted to relax. I decided to take the subway and go downtown. There were places open to eat and I wanted to see the downtown lights.

I finally arrived downtown. I enjoyed a hookah lounge and walked around enjoying the sights and sounds.

It was getting late and I needed to head home. I decided to take the subway again. It was a little crowded but that’s okay. I found a seat in the back. I sat there watching everyone. Some were tired, some were just starting their night shift, and some were out to have a good time.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

There’s something irresistible about sharing your deepest secrets with someone who truly listens. Imagine whispering your hidden thoughts into my ear, feeling the weight of your secrets lift as I take them in with gentle understanding. There’s no judgment here—only a quiet acceptance, a space where your vulnerabilities are cherished.

You’ll feel the magnetic pull as you start to open up, while I effortlessly tune into every nuance of your voice, every subtle shift in your tone. Each secret you surrender deepens the connection between us, weaving an unspoken bond, something only we share.

There’s a seduction in this exchange—a slow unraveling of your innermost thoughts. You reveal yourself layer by layer, and with each revelation, I’m right there, encouraging you to go deeper. Letting you be raw, exposed, yet entirely safe. In conclusion, the thrill comes in knowing that I will never betray that trust, never misuse the delicate pieces of you that you choose to share.

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

It’s late, and I need some TLC time. It has been a very long, grueling week for me. All those work meetings, conferences, and analyzing reports got to me. I started the bathwater and added rose petals and oils. I lit the candles and turned on some Marvin Gay.

As I slide into the bathtub, I feel the heat of the water relaxing me. Oh my, how good it feels. I laid back in the water, closed my eyes, and let the warmth of the water take over. Oh, how Marvin Gay always gets me in a sensual mood.

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

I decided to go to a nice little restaurant for brunch. There I sat on the patio minding my own business enjoying the morning and watching everything and everyone wake up. Then this handsome gentleman sat across from me at another table. We could tell there was this pull towards one another. The physical attraction was so overwhelming. We just kept looking at one another and smiling.

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