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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I’m a married man Dr. Julie” he shamefully admits. He goes on to explain that he feels so guilty for having these desires and needs that she can’t fulfill. I explain to him that this is a safe place to express himself and get his needs met in a safe and healthy way. Lying to her seems wrong and really bothers him. I explain that if telling someone the truth about something is only going to hurt them and nothing good is going to come from it, then don’t. Doing so is only to make yourself feel better and is selfish at this point. We only live once, at least in these bodies. And life is short. We shouldn’t deny, or deprive ourselves. We deserve to be happy. We all have fantasies, fetishes, and desires. It’s natural. We can’t stop those thoughts. The harder we try, the stronger they are.

I tell him that this is where he can let go and know that everything we do, say, play, and pretend here stays here. This is therapy. You will be a happier, healthier person and husband because of it.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My third session with Dr. Jenson started off like any other. I laid myself bare, opening up about my deepest insecurities and anxieties. He listened intently, jotting down notes and offering words of comfort as any good therapist would. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered on my body just a bit too long as I spoke about my troubled past.

I felt vulnerable, my guard down in that moment. I know now that he sensed this, saw an opportunity to exploit my fragility. “Let me help you feel better,” he purred, setting aside his notepad to turn in his chair towards me. His hand slid up my bare thigh and I froze.

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Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

I’m housesitting for the Johnsons again. Once again, I’m fantasizing about what it would be like to be Mrs. Johnson. She has a perfect life, a perfect house, a perfect husband, and she’s perfect. They get to travel all the time. Right now they are at a bed and breakfast located in a wine vineyard right outside of town. I start imagining what their romantic evening is going to be like. I see them having a private, candlelit dinner on the rooftop overlooking the wine vineyard. She looks beautiful, but he looks even better. After dinner she slips into sexy lingerie, and he makes wild, passionate love to her. She’s the luckiest woman in the world to have such a sexy, sweet, romantic, and absolutely perfect husband in every way. The thought makes me wet. I start looking through a photo album on the coffee table. It’s full of pictures of them traveling around the world. I can’t help but start playing with myself. I’m imagining him making love to me. All of a sudden, I heard the front door open. I sat on the sofa stunned with no bottoms on. I was spread wide open, playing with myself.

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Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

You suggest we leave the club and go back to your place. I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of what could happen between us is too enticing to resist. As soon as we’re through the door, you take control. I can feel your hands roaming my body, possessively claiming me as yours. You pull away, your eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you growl, your fingers tracing the hem of my dress. “I want to tie you up and have my way with you.”

My breath hitches in my throat as you speak, my body trembling with anticipation. I nod my head, giving you my consent. You waste no time, leading me to your bedroom, tying me to the bedposts with soft, silky ropes, and exploring every inch of my body with your hands and mouth. Your fingers dance close to my pussy but never quite touch it. I’m writhing beneath you, desperate for release.

“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “Please what?” you ask, your fingers finally sliding inside me. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. You don’t need any more encouragement and

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Sissy Ballerina Maid

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

My little cross-dressing sissy complained that she had no time to dress up and feel girlie. I guess her wife really hates when she dresses up as a female and wants nothing to do with it. So, trying to give her a solution to her problem while solving one of my own, I told her to come over. She could tell her wife she was coming over to watch a game or something.

My little girl came over in her boy’s clothing and squealed like a slut as she dove into my closet. She twirled and danced and shimmied into this cute little ballerina outfit. Pink nylons under a pink leotard with a huge oversized tutu. I helped her lace up her little ballet flats and then did her makeup.

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Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

It was a sunny afternoon in May and I was home from College for the weekend. It was the perfect opportunity to see my GORGEOUS 49-year-old neighbor, Mr. Gillis, who had been flirting with me since my birthday last summer. I had been dreaming about him ever since.

“You’ve always had the hots for me, haven’t you?” I asked, crossing my arms under my perky tits (so he could get a better view). I already knew the answer to my question.

“Yes…I suppose I have, Amber,” he admitted, a small smile playing on his lips. I smirked. “Well, I’ve always had a thing for you too,” I confessed, my voice low and sultry. Mr. Gillis’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered. “Is that so?” he asked. I nodded, biting my lip. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I want you, Mr. Gillis. I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”
Before I knew it, we were standing in his kitchen. His hands roamed my body, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh. My pussy was dripping with anticipation and I was desperate to feel him inside

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 ext 456

Nothing says Halloween like a haunted house attraction. I just love when you go to one and they have rooms set up with different themes in each of them. The last one I went to got me thinking. How could I turn something like a haunted house into a naughty adult fun time? Then I decided to do the same thing they did. Rooms with a theme each with its own scary yet sexy attraction. And of course what fun would it be if you had to keep your hands to yourself?

So that rule is one I will NOT be keeping like a regular haunted house. The first room will be set in the realm of a certain tall, silent handsome fellow. One who loves to stalk around in a blue jumpsuit wearing a faded white mask. He likes to jab things but in my haunted house, he will be jabbing with another long object. This one throbs and its also as hard as steel. Can you handle the boogeyman? The next room will have a little more age fun! A girl in a certain well. She is so super wet and loves to moan and groan.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I can’t stop thinking about him and our last session. “Dr. Julie I appreciate what you did for her, and us. It is helping her to begin to open up sexually. Of course there’s much more work to be done. But the problem right now is that I just can’t stop thinking about you” Derek confessed. Not expecting this, I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind either. I didn’t realize the feeling was mutual. He goes on to tell me that he feels so comfortable telling me anything. That feeling is just not there with her, and he doesn’t know if it ever will be. The thought of me gets him aroused. And no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get the thoughts out of his head.

Before I know it, we are full on making out on the couch. We can’t keep our hands off of each other. It’s like we can’t get enough. His kisses are so sensual. No one has ever made love to me through kissing alone, until him. Our bodies are intertwined and thrusting against one another. I can feel his hard cock pressed against me through our clothes.

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Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

I dream of a Daddy that can teach me everything there is to know about sex. I want a Daddy to take care of me, love me, and breed me. A Daddy to please, one that I would do ANYTHING for. One that will take advantage of me and use me for his own sexual pleasure, like a play toy. His own personal sex object. Nothing would make me wetter. I have dreams at night about all of the kinky and nasty things he might make me do. And I want all of it. I lay in bed and play with myself thinking about the most taboo scenarios. What if he came into my room in the middle of the night and put a ball gag in my mouth so I couldn’t scream and wake anyone up? I wondered. Then he would proceed to rip my panties off and taste my sweet nectar. I would squirm to get away but soon succumb to the pleasure. Thrusting my tight little pussy against his tongue drives him crazy. He lets out a growl before flipping me over onto my stomach.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My sissy has been a naughty girl. He failed to complete his feminization tasks on time and tried to rush through them. Tsk tsk. Such a shame he couldn’t be a good slutty girl for me. Now, he must be strictly punished.

I’ve had this chastity device that was just begging to meet my sissy’s useless cock. It’s a snug stainless steel cage that will lock his pathetic prick up tight. No more cumming for him! He won’t feel a twinge of pleasure until I allow it. And given his recent misbehavior, that could be a long time coming.

I cuffed his wrists and bent him over my knee. “Count out loud sissy,” I demanded as I spanked his bouncy ass. “Count how bad a boy you’ve been!” The cage was attached as he wiggled and whimpered. “No cumming for you, you bad girl! Only Mistress Diana gets to decide when this useless thing comes out.” I gave him one last hard spank that made him yelp. Continue reading “Bad Sissy!” →