teasing

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Tonight is for teasing. And what better way to tease than with a shiny pair of tan pantyhose? I love the way the silk feels against my skin. Cool and smooth, it’s a second skin that hugs every curve. Today, it’s a pair of tan pantyhose, the kind that shimmer under the light, making my legs look endless. I catch my reflection in the mirror, a playful glint in my eyes.

Mark is sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, oblivious to the weapon I’m about to wield. I saunter in, the subtle rustle of the pantyhose announcing my arrival. He glances up, his eyes widening as they travel from my toes to my thighs. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Looking good,” he murmurs, voice already a little husky.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friends and I were meeting for “Ladie’s Happy Hour”. We do it once a month. It’s our chance to catch up. This time we went to a really swanky, upscale place. It was the trendy spot to be, apparently. It was standing room only for a while. But we eventually got a high top in the bar. We had tapas, lots of drinks, and a great time catching up. It was time to catch our rides. We ordered them on our apps. So we made our way outside.

Right there before our eyes was a total hottie. In the sexiest car ever. He was pulled up to the valet. We stood in awe and speechless. A red convertible mustang. Music thumping. Sexy pink lights. Damn, who was this hottie? I wondered. Then his eyes locked with mine. It was magnetic. As if we had known each other our entire lives. It was so weird. He finally motioned for me to come over. I felt so awkward but drawn to him. He asked me if I needed a ride. I told him I had one coming. My friend’s rides started arriving. They were leaving one by one. Soon I was left alone.

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baby

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The air in the nursery was thick with the scent of baby powder and… something else. Disappointment. Mine, mostly. I smoothed down the pastel-colored changing pad, trying to ignore the lump in my throat. “Liam,” I said, my voice softer than I felt. “Come here, sweetie.”

Liam, all two hundred pounds of him crammed into a blue onesie, shuffled into the room, his lower lip trembling. He knew…He always knew when he’d crossed a line. This ABDL was usually such a good little one, so eager to please. But the last few days had been… challenging. He’d regressed further than usual, refusing to eat anything but pureed carrots and throwing a tantrum when I tried to introduce solid foods. And then there was the wetting. Not just little accidents, but blatant defiance, puddles left deliberately on the pristine rug.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You see, this time of year, the world is seeing green – and not just because of all the Guinness being guzzled down. No, I’m talking about the emerald hues of the lucky charms that have my sweet snatch dripping like a pot of liquid gold at the end of a rainbow!

For all you horndogs out there, this St. Paddy’s Day weekend, if you’re lucky enough to find yourself sliding into my velvet soft folds, you’ll be seeing more than just green – you’ll be seeing stars! My pink paradise is the ultimate pot of gold, and trust me, once you stick your shamrock inside, you’ll never want to leave my magical land.

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slut

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I love being paid to be a slut. There, I said it. It’s not something I’m ashamed of. You see, I used to work a regular job, just like everyone else. But I couldn’t shake this feeling, this itch, that there was something more out there for me. Something that would make me feel alive. And then I found it – phone sex operating.

“God, you sound so fucking hot,” you groan into the phone, your voice deep and needy. I can feel my pussy getting wet just from the sound of it. I’m completely naked, lying on my bed, the phone cradled between my ear and shoulder. I run my fingers over my nipples, pinching and twisting them until they’re hard and sensitive. “You like that, don’t you?” I purr, my voice low and seductive. “You like it when I talk dirty to you.” “Fuck, yes,” you pant. “I want to hear more…I want to hear everything.” Giggling, I spread my legs wide, my fingers trailing down my

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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Let me tell you, being a Mommy, it’s a whole lot of diaper changing and lullabies! I need a man, a real man, to come over and give me the fucking I deserve. Thankfully, I know just the guy who can help me scratch this neverending itch! His name is Jake, and he’s got a body like a Greek god and a smile that could melt butter. “Hey, Cory,” he answers when I call, his voice deep and husky. “What’s up?”

“I’m just so bored at home while my ABDL is asleep,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need a big, strong, hunky man to come over and fuck me hard with his big fat dick.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and then Jake chuckles. “Is that right?” he says. “Well, I think I can help you with that.” I give him my address and hang up, my heart pounding in my chest. I can’t believe I just did that. But I’m so turned on, I can barely stand it. I strip off my clothes and slip into something more comfortable –

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Sister Uses Your Fuck Doll

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Normally, whenever someone visits, you clean me up and tuck me into the closet. It’s dark and lonely without you, but I understand. You don’t want anyone to know about your favorite fuck doll. You got stuck late at work this time, though, and your sister arrived at the house before you.

You forgot to put me away! And it was too awkward to tell her not to go in your room because you knew she would have headed straight there. So you sit at work, worried that she’ll find me. That’s precisely what she did.

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Julie 844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Please help me Dr. Julie” he begged. “I’m addicted to the local massage parlors. You know the ones. It’s the happy endings. I can’t stop. But I really want to. My wife is going through something. She’s cold and disinterested. But I still feel guilty. I take my vows seriously. And I don’t want to do anything to risk our health and safety. But I have needs that she can’t fulfill. What am I supposed to do? How can I take care of my own needs while still respecting her? And keeping us both healthy.”

This is so easy sweetheart. It’s so simple!! The Candy Girls!!! We can give you everything you need and more! You don’t even have to leave your house! This is exactly what you need. And what you’ve been looking for.  It’s all up to you! You tell us what you want. And we give it to you! Calls, chats, cams…. You name it, we do it! And you deserve it! I’m so sorry that your wife or significant other doesn’t take care of you. You have needs. If she doesn’t take care of them, I can guarantee that the Candy Girls will!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Welcome to Stripper Confessions. Where I take you behind the scenes of my back-in-the-day stripper days where money was tight and rent was due.
FLASHBACK……

DJ Dollar Bill was on the mic tonight for Titty Tuesday’s and it was a packed house. “Welcome to the Player’s Club! Fellas, get ready to lose yourself tonight! Coming to the stage is the one and only, ‘Trinity’!! She’s got the moves, the curves, and the kind of energy that’ll have you spending that last dollar! You know they say diamonds are a man’s best investment. So lean in, throw it up and show some love for the baddest in the building.”

The bass from the speakers pulsed through my body as I strutted across the stage. With every slow, deliberate step, I could feel their eyes devouring me, undressing me. I wrapped my fingers around the pole, my velvet mixed skin shimmering under the neon glow lights. I whined my hips, rubbed my big breasts, and shaked my ass, seductively peeling off each piece of my clothing, strip teasing the crowd. Twirling around on the pole like a ballerina who had lost her way. My plan was to make 10k tonight. I was Continue reading “Stripper Confessions: Part 1”

spencer

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watched as Spencer, my lover and playmate, wiggled his toes against the plush carpet. His eyes sparkled with excitement, the anticipation of our ABDL session hanging heavy in the air. His diaper crinkled beneath his clothes, a sound that always made my heart flutter. “Ready for your bath, baby boy?” I asked, my voice husky with desire. His cheeks flushed a deep red, the color spreading down his neck. He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.

I led him to the bathroom, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air. I helped him undress, my fingers brushing against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. His dick twitched at my touch, a silent plea for more. I smirked, knowing I’d give him what he wanted, but only after his bath and change. The tub filled with warm water, the bubbles forming a soft blanket on the surface. I helped Spencer into the tub, his body sinking into the water with a sigh. Then I took a washcloth and soap, gently washing his body, my touch lingering on his dick. He moaned, his head falling back against the tub.

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