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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Why do I like it so much Dr. Julie? I feel so ashamed. Back when I was young, this wasn’t talked about. It was very taboo. Now I do realize that I’m not alone. But that doesn’t take away the shame. I don’t understand myself. I’m so confused and broken. I’ve tried so hard to make myself change. But it’s like an addiction. I can’t stop wanting to wear women’s panties. I’m powerless over my attraction to them. They make me happy. When I was growing up, I would wear my mom’s and sister’s. Now I wear my wife’s. When I wear men’s underwear, I feel depressed. They make me feel like I’m being forced to wear and be something that isn’t Me. But I don’t want to be a woman. I’m attracted to women. I’m not attracted to men Dr. Julie. So I don’t understand why I also want dildos up my ass. I’m so ashamed that it feels so good”. He confesses.

Let me start by reassuring you that there is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m going to take this one thing at a time. Because we are dealing with two separate topics.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I know my roommates can get really crazy. They have brought people home from work before. But it’s never gotten that crazy before. It was about three o’clock in the morning. I was sound asleep. Until I was awoken by giggles, moans, lots of different voices, and banging. At first, I was scared. I wondered what on earth was going on. Worried that something might be happening to my friends, I jumped out of bed. Then I ran down the hall towards the noise. I was so scared to open the door. My heart was beating so fast. I had no choice but to save them from a possible intruder. So I quietly opened the door and peeked in. I couldn’t believe my eyes. What on earth were they doing? I wondered. They had three guys in there. And from the looks of it, they were willing participants. The five of them were having an orgy. They were forming a human chain. All of them were having sex with each other at the same time. I’ve never seen anything like it. I started getting turned on by watching them. I couldn’t stop.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My office was usually a sanctuary, a place where vulnerabilities were laid bare, analyzed, and hopefully, healed. As a sex therapist specializing in fetishes, I’d heard it all. But Rory… Rory was different. He wasn’t ashamed or furtive, just… intensely focused. “Pantyhose,” he’d said, his voice a low hum. “Specifically, silky, shiny, tan ones. It’s… everything.” I arched an eyebrow, a professional curiosity piqued. “Everything? Can you elaborate?”

He painted vivid pictures, describing the way the light caught the nylon, the sensation of it stretched taut against skin, the subtle rustle with movement. This wasn’t just about him being turned on; he was captivated by the subject matter. After a few sessions, I had a comprehensive understanding of Rory’s attraction. It wasn’t just lust; it was a deep connection to texture and visual appeal. A piece of him saw pantyhose in a transcendental way. “So,” I ventured during our fourth meeting which was quickly becoming intense, “have you fully explored this?”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Interracial pussy fucking images can make you hot and horny but reading a true story of how a mixed slut like me and a white babe named Holly hooked up is so much better.

I met Holly last year in Atlanta at a festival picnic. Tall blonde with hazel eyes. 36D breasts and a body made by God. She had been traveling from LA and was looking to make Atlanta her permanent home, so the picnic was a way for her to test that theory. I was visiting for the summer so I had 2 months to get to know the city. The vibes, people, music everything was great. We ended up exchanging numbers and reconnected this past summer. 2 weeks later she was settled in down in Atlanta. To celebrate her arrival, I flew down and we decided to hit up a party. We did so many party favors, got wasted and had the best pizza in town.

The best part of the night though was when we drove to the beach to listen to the waves and smoke some good Maryjane. The night was going so well it turned into us laying down and kissing each other. Next Continue reading “Interracial Pussy Fucking” →

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I was just lying there daydreaming about our next threesome. When all of a sudden, I heard a knock at the door. It was Amber, unable to contain her excitement. “You’re not going to believe this!” she exclaimed. I was so confused and surprised. But I was also anxious and excited to find out what was going on. “We are finally going to have our threesome with Ace tonight! He’s going to be here in an hour.” She couldn’t contain her smile.

We ran to my room to get ready. Deciding what we were going to make him wear was the best part. For ourselves, we chose stockings and garter belts. And for him, crotchless panties. We thought it would be exciting to see his cock and balls hanging out of the hole. We set the mood with candles and aphrodisiac essential oils.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

Growin’ up, I could always see the way Step Dad looked at me. Them hungry eyes roamin’ over my nubile body, pausin’ to linger on my pert breasts and round ass. I knew he wanted me something fierce, but he held back, tryin’ to be a proper man of the house. But things changed when I turned eighteen. I was a woman now, with needs a-plenty. And Step Dad, well, he was just a man tryin’ to keep up with his wild, adopted daughter. I started temptin’ him like a snake charmer, prancin’ around in my tight little shorts and crop tops. Leaving my door ajar, the zipper on my sleeping bag pulled down just so, invitin’ him to sneak a peek at my barely-there pj’s. One fateful Sunday, with the family gathered for dinner, I knew it was now or never. As we sat down to eat, I made sure to brush up against Step Dad every chance I got. When I leaned over to grab the mashed potatoes, I made sure to press my breasts against his arm, my nipples hard and pokin’ through the thin fabric of my tank top. He shot me a warning glance, but

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I get asked all the time to rate cocks. You want to know. Is it little? Is it big? Is it thick? Is it thin? And what about the head? Examine it. I need to know what you think. “Would you want to fuck me, Julie?” You ask. But it doesn’t stop there. You want to know how your cum compares. Is it abundant? Is it thick or is it thin? And what about the color? Does it shoot far? Or does it dribble out?

The truth is that all cocks are different. All cum is unique, as is each orgasm. And all of them are awesome!! I’m so sorry that you all feel so much pressure. You really shouldn’t. We are all too critical of ourselves. But are you that critical of pussies? Or titties? No! You aren’t! All pussies and titties are unique, different, and beautiful! And so are cocks! We aren’t as critical as you think.

As far as sex and pleasing your partner….Sometimes a  sexual relationship starts off great from the beginning. But a lot of the time, it takes a little bit of time. Time to get to know your partner very intimately.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I never wanted a long distance relationship. But sometimes life has it’s own plans. I met him online. After a couple of years, I had almost lost hope. I was about to give up on the idea of ever finding Mr. Right. Then there he was. I felt a connection with his profile pic alone. It was so weird. He was different from any of the others. But there had to a catch. He seemed too good to be true. His profile sounded amazing. And his voice was even better. It was so sexy that it sent shivers up my spine. Our first date was unbelievable. The conversation flowed and we clicked on all levels. We both felt it. But it wasn’t long before I found out the news. He was in the process of buying a house. It was three times the distance from where he was living. By the time I learned this, it was too late. We were already in deep, infatuated, in lust, head over heels,…..in love?

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ll never forget the night I got my scar. It was a typical Friday night, and my boyfriend, Jack, and I were in the mood for some fun. I wore my silky coffee-colored stockings, knowing how much they turned him on. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up with desire. Jack groaned and pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body. We started to kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I knew I wanted him inside me.

We moved to the bed, and Jack started to undress me. He slowly pulled off my shirt, revealing my bare breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples. I moaned and arched my back, wanting more. Jack then moved down to my skirt, pulling it off along with my panties. He kissed his way up my legs, stopping at the back of my knee. He ran his tongue over the silky material of my stockings, making me shiver with pleasure. “I love these fucking stockings,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. I moaned in response, my pussy aching for him.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Like what you see?” I ask, teasing you. “Fuck, Amber. You have no idea,” you reply, your voice husky with desire. You reach out, your fingers tracing a path along the exposed skin of my chest. I shiver, goosebumps rising on my arms. You lean in, your mouth close to my ear. “I could spend all day just playing with these,” you whisper, your breath hot against my skin. I laugh, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bedroom.

“Well, why don’t you then?” I suggest, my voice dripping with suggestion. I strip off my top, my breasts bouncing free. You waste no time, diving forward and capturing one in your mouth. I moan, my head falling back as you suck and tease my nipple. Your other hand comes up, cupping my other breast and kneading it gently. “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in your hair.

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