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chastity

Chastity? always and forever. 

Hmmmmmmmm my Christmas tree is missing something. Whatever shall I put on it to make it absolutely perfect? Oh, I know – how about a pair of cut-off balls, with a cheery red ribbon tied around them, and make it my tree topper? Perfection. So how do you like my new Christmas ornament? You turn a little red and hesitant but I know – see I already know what you are thinking. You are pathetic but I find great joy in making sure that you know that your balls are all mine. This is a little reminder that I own you. Like really own you. Your body, your mind, everything – I own you. Ever heard “she has me by the balls”? That’s how I have you.

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Nude top of brunette

Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Thursday, Sept. 29 – 10 AM to 5 PM EST

…continued from part 3

I knew that no matter how I responded to him, he would not say no.  With his mouth open like that, gurgling away like a baby, I figured I had the solution.  So since I was done changing him and he still looked so needy, I pulled him closer.  Then, my strong arms held him tight right against my breast where he could feel warm against my soft body.  Finally, I coddled him and said soothingly, “I’m your Mommy now.”

With him in my arms looking up into my eyes, I never imagined that this could make me feel as good as it was making him feel.  Just like there was a need in him to be nurtured, there was a need in me to do the nurturing.  I no longer looked at him if he was a replacement, feeling his soft body in my arms completely vulnerable he was actually my baby.

Continue reading “Should you say no?, part 4” →

Nude brunette staring over shoulder

Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Monday, Sept. 26 – 5 AM to 12 PM EST

…continued from part 2

It took me a bit of a turn but gradually I gave in.  I did not have the desire to say no.  How odd to find myself giving in to a man who wanted to be a baby.  Still sitting on the floor, legs crossed, looking up at me emphatically to see what my first move would be.  While a part of me felt flattered, all of a sudden I also felt very maternal.  So I asked simply, “Does baby need to be changed?”  He got on the bed and laid back very anxious to get started.

Honestly, I was not sure of how to get started.  But the back of my brain seemed to know where to go even if I thought that I didn’t.  I slowly started to peel off his clothes acting just as if he was a doll completely at my control.  I started remembering how I would change my dolls when I was little.  Before I knew it, he was completely down to his boxers which I felt looked all wrong on him.  I knew exactly what would make it look better.

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Taylor 1-844-332-2639 ext 427

Ive always had this fantasy of getting food eaten off of me naked. Not just the vanilla, but of course, I want all the wet and sticky things like honey and cool whip laid on top of my pussy with strawberries in it. So maybe I could be a stripper at a strip club it’s not like I would have a hard time making money. I mean look at me. I take private sessions and I serve them, I want you to eat off of me. It’s just too irresistible, me stripping my clothes and as the cool air hits my titties my nipples are hard. Crawling up on top of the table and lay down wanting you to have your choice of what you want to be put on me so you can eat and lick every last bite. My only request is that there much be honey.

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Topless brunette staring back

Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Tuesday, Sept. 20 – 10 AM to 7 PM EST

…continued from part 1

Without a gust of wind, completely unbeknownst to my understanding, he was in his bedroom right behind me.  But instead of being insistent about asking what I was doing, he jumped down, sat on the floor, and looked up at me with imploring eyes.  He had just gotten home from work so he was dressed in a nice shirt with tie.  He did not say no.  He questioned one word, “Mommy?”

Although he was definitely startled by seeing me holding up the oversized diaper that was in his drawer, the word also had excitement in it.  I had no idea, however, how I was supposed to respond to this.  I had never been in a situation like this.  But – I had heard about this from many of my girlfriends.  My roommate is what many would call an adult baby.  My mind startled as it suddenly came to light that this diaper was his.  Should I allow myself to continue with this charade, or should I say no?

Continue reading “Should you say no?, part 2” →

Full body topless brunette against wall

Wendy, the Questioning Nymphomaniac @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Wednesday, Sept. 14 – 8 AM to 2 PM EST

There are just some times that you cannot say no.

I had kind of known what I was getting into all along.  I knew that he was different from the rest and had his own way of doing things.  But nonetheless when I opened the drawer, I could not contain my shock.  Why did he have an over-sized diaper right next to his socks?  He could be immature at times, sure, but I never thought that he would wear a diaper.  I had heard of it before, where grown men would wear diapers, and there were different theories, including regression.  But when it came to my roommate, the thought had never even entered my mind.

Standing in shock, I had not heard the movement behind me.  He caught me with the diaper lifted in my hand and demanded to know what I was doing snooping in his room.  When I couldn’t answer, he folded his arms over his chest and started pouting.  Despite the fact that he could be immature, I had never seen this type of behavior before.  The only way that I could define it is that he was regressing.

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Taylor 1-844-332-2639 ext 427

My best girlfriend has a huge foot fetish! She really has a fetish for mine. I mean let’s face it I do have sexy feet, so soft and cute perfect toes. Always sporting a manicure, periwinkle is my favorite color for my toes! She has always told me how pretty my feet were but I thought it was just girl talk. After all, we girls are always telling each other how pretty we look, how our hair is so soft and looks good, and “girl that outfit is gorgeous on you!” But I have never been complimented about my feet more than she has! I should have knew that the bitch was crazy over my feet. Continue reading “She do anything for my feet” →

Wendy, the Intellectual Turnabout @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

…continued from part 2

I looked at him, completely confused.  I did not even know how to word my question correctly.  “I have control over it.  How?”

He just started laughing again, that deep, masculine, completely sexy voice.  I had no doubts in my mind:  He was a man.  And he wanted to relinquish what-I-thought-was-his-own control over to me.

“Haven’t you ever thought that sometimes a man cums too quickly?  Wished that it might last a little longer?  Yes, I can sustain myself,” he told me, “but there is nothing sexier than a woman who makes a guy wait.”

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~~~Olivia ~~~ 844~332~2639~x~226~~~

Edge play and me.  I can tell when I hear your voice on the phone that you have been at it for a while.  I’m always afraid our time will not last before you explode.  As I’ve suggested in the past I believe you should call me before you get in such desperate shape. Maybe  I can imagine you there stroking your cock until it is sore. You know you need my voice to get you over the edge yet you wait.  Is it going to take my not taking your call for you to follow my suggestions?   You know a few small climaxes before the final explosion could be a help too.  Edging has been used for premature exultation but not the way you go about it.  This start-stop method is not the way to enjoy your climaxes.  It’s a marathon you don’t need to be running

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Mommy FetishI loved watching his face filled with pure adulterated lust and excitement for this mommy fetish. With his tongue buried deep inside mommy’s forbidden forest, I could hear his pleasurable moans. Then she moaned, and Tony got rewarded with a sweet burst of the first of many orgasms. He loved the taste, so he doubled the force he was applying with his tongue.

But there was something about how he dived right into his mother’s savory pussy. As a result, Her hairy beaver was getting wetter by the second. Eager for more, he reached behind her, grabbing hold of her soft ass cheeks to help steady himself. When he did that, she reached down with one hand, placed it on the back of his head, and pushed his face deeper into her muffin. Therefore, as she exploded on his tongue again, her body shivered with pleasure. I could see the thick streams of pussy juice dripping down her legs. I loved watching as his mommy fetish continued for hours. Continue reading “Mommy Fetish: Mommy/Son Fantasy Fucking Part 2” →