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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

You are at the club, dancing with some friends, trying to get laid. You’ve been here a hundred times before. You overindulge but are still bored with the routine; you slide up to the bar, deciding instead to focus on drinking away your sexual frustration. Two more shots and the room gets a little hazy. Then you see me enter. Statuesque. I step into the room and slowly gaze around my playground. You’ve never seen me before, but my sequin dress hugs my curves, leaving very little to the imagination. Blonde hair flows over my shoulders as I command all the attention in the room. People shift their dance out of the way, and the river of people parts before me.

You quickly order another two shots and wait for them to pour into the tiny glasses, having eyed me as your target. You feel reinvigorated with a tinge of nervousness. I see you staring at me as you shakily down your shots. It’s cute. I saunter over to you as you go to stand up and gently push you back into your seat.

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ABDL

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Yesterday was one of those days where my little ABDL was just…off. Cranky doesn’t even begin to cover it. He was fussy, clingy, and nothing seemed to make him happy. I spent the morning trying different things. Toys, cuddles, a change of scenery – nothing seemed to break through his little storm cloud. He was clearly uncomfortable, and my heart ached to ease his distress. I’ve learned to recognize the signs, and a big one was the escalating fussiness that usually precedes a desperate need for sleep.

Knowing he was likely overtired, I decided to try a gentle approach. First, I ran a lukewarm bath. The warm water often works wonders, relaxing his body and washing away the grumps. As I gently bathed him, I talked softly, humming little tunes and making silly faces. I could feel his tension slowly melting away as he splashed and played, even managing a few smiles.

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desire

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

We’re in your dimly lit studio apartment. The soft glow streaming through the open window casts a warm hue on your chiseled features. The scent of your cologne lingers in the air. It’s a potent blend of sandalwood and musk. It makes my heart race. I’m sitting on the edge of your bed. My body is aching with anticipation as I plead with you to tell me all of the things you want me to do to your body.

“Fuck, Liam,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need to know.” You look at me with those piercing blue eyes, your gaze filled with a raw intensity that makes my heart flutter. I can see the desire etched on your face, the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. You want this as much as I do.

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Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

The kitchen sink was acting up, and my boyfriend isn’t the handy type. I told him to call someone to fix it, but he was worried I’d bone the plumber like some cheap slut, so he made me wait until his day off. When the day finally came, I wanted to get back at him for assuming I’d fuck the damn maintenance man.

I wore a sexy bra and pantie set under a sheer robe and waited by the sink when my boyfriend brought the plumber into the house. My man’s eyes were wide as he saw what I  was wearing to greet the guy. If you’ve followed any of my blogs or tweets, you’d know my man is such a cuck, so seeing another man check me out in our kitchen was sure to set him off.

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Thor

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve always considered myself open-minded, a bit of a “yes” woman when it comes to experiences. But Tuesday? Tuesday redefined my definition of “experience.” It all started innocently enough. A friend, we’ll call him “Dave” (because, well, that’s his name), casually dropped the most bizarre question I’ve heard in a while. “Hey, Cory,” he said, nervously, “Do you know anyone who would come over and, uh, fuck you while I watch?”

My brain short-circuited for a solid five seconds. Was this some kind of elaborate prank? An intervention disguised as a weird request? Nope. Dave was serious. Now, I’m not one to shy away from the unconventional. Life’s too short to be vanilla, right? So, after confirming that Dave wasn’t under the influence of anything stronger than herbal tea, I decided, “Why the heck not?”

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urgency

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

We’ve all been there. That creeping, tightening feeling in your lower abdomen that suddenly escalates from a gentle suggestion to a full-blown, five-alarm wake up call in a matter of seconds. Yes, I’m talking about that feeling. The one that makes you sweat, clench, and mentally map out every single restroom location within a five-mile radius. The urgent need to, well, go.

It’s a universally understood experience, yet strangely taboo. We whisper about it, fidget awkwardly, and try to project an air of calm while internally screaming, “MUST. FIND. BATHROOM. NOW!” For me, it’s usually triggered by one of two things: a perfectly brewed cup of coffee (the irony!) or the mere thought of a long car ride. My bladder, bless its tiny, unreliable heart, seems to have a mind of its own. It’s like a mischievous gremlin, waiting for the most inconvenient moment to shout, “Surprise! I’m full!”

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Being a Sissy Scout Troop Leader had always been a dream of mine. So when the opportunity arose, I wasted no time. The Boy Scout Troop Leader informed me that there had been a large number of “Boys” that weren’t cutting it lately. There was an urgent need for more Sissy Scout Troops ASAP. I was so excited!

They looked secretly excited to be at Sissy Scout Orientation. I explained that they were here because they didn’t “fit in”. They were different than the other boys in the Boy Scout Troop. And we were going to see if this is where they belong. So I told them to take off all of their “boy” clothes. Then I gave them their sissy scout uniforms. They consisted of a white button up top and white pleated skirt that with a pastel plaid print. It was pink, yellow, purple, and green pastels. The sash was pink. And the panties were pastels. They had the days of the week on them with little flowers, butterflies, and princesses. And they were so frilly and girly. They had lace trim with little bows. White cable knee socks and black patent leather mary janes finished the uniform.

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Head To Toe

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Crawl to me.” He smirked as he rested back against the headboard. My hungry gaze roamed his figure. Long, strong legs stretched out, totally relaxed as he drank in my naked form. His hand lazily stroked in cock, which made my mouth water. I dropped to my knees slowly, my gaze never leaving his as my hands spread out over the polished wooden floor of his bedroom.

My body lengthened and dipped as I catcrawled from the bathroom doorway to the end of his bed. He gave a soft moan of approval, and I climbed up to join him. My body straddling one of those long legs as I crawled up his body. My heavy tits swayed until they met his thigh and rested there. He let go of his cock to trail his fingers along the side of my breast. “I’m going to worship you. Head to toe.” He growled.

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guy

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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peen

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I have to admit, I have a bit of a strange fascination with my daddy’s “tiny peen.” I know it might sound a little weird, but there’s just something about how small and cute it is that I can’t get enough of. And the best part? It fits perfectly in my mouth! Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Ew, gross! How could you possibly enjoy that?” But trust me, it’s a lot of fun! In fact, it’s kind of become our little thing. Whenever I’m feeling extra dirty (in a good way, of course), I’ll let my panties get a little messier than usual and give my daddy a playful little grin. And he knows exactly what that means.

Before we know it, we’re both giggling and playing around, and before I know it, I’ve got his tiny peen in my mouth, giving it a little tickle with my tongue. And the best part? My daddy absolutely loves it. Continue reading “my daddy’s “tiny peen.”” →