*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I think you all know how much I love my sissy boys. And to say thank you to you guys for being so good to me and spoiling me, I’ve added some new toys for you little sluts to play with to my red room. I think you’re going to be really excited for our sissy calls now – even more so than normal. Read more if you want to hear about all the fun things I’ve got for my sissy boys.
Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469
Who doesn’t love a nice, strong pair of hands? I can’t even count the number of guys I’ve been with that have finger fucked me over the years. The worst experience was with a guy who was a jack of all trades and constantly worked with his hands. He knew how to use his fingers, don’t get me wrong, but they were rough and callused, and that doesn’t feel great with the sensitive, smooth skin on my pussy.
Fast forward to my date from last night. It was a blind date that a friend set up, but I was feeling adventurous. After dinner, we took it back to my place and watched some movies on the couch, but it wasn’t the movies we were interested in. He told me he won best finger fuck and fastest cum back in high school, and I was excited to see if he was right.
Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455
Changing an adult babies diaper is an intimate, hands-On ritual that blends care taking and raw erotic power. Lay your grown baby on their back legs spread wide open and peel open the messy diaper to reveal their swollen cock or dripping cunt already twitching from the humiliation. The warm wetness or soft load hits your nose as you lift their hips. Wipe thoroughly between the cheeks and under the balls or along the folds deliberately brushing the sensitive spots until they squirm and moan. Every slow stroke and every firm press always gets them going. By the time the diaper is slid underneath and the tapes are being pulled tight they’re breathing harder and harder. These are some of the first steps in
Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
It was my first day of cosmetology school and I felt the same nerves I felt when I was a little girl on the first day of school. I was so excited. I’d dreamed of going to cosmetology school for so long. But Ethan Steel was the reason I was feeling like this. I’ve never felt so nervous around anyone in my entire life. He’s different from anyone I’ve ever known before. Quiet, yet it’s obvious so many things are going on in his brilliant mind. He’s so dominant that all he has to do is look at me with those intimidating eyes and I melt. I’m afraid if I see him at school it will be obvious to all of the other students that something is going on between us. And that can’t happen. The NDA made it perfectly clear that no one can know about our arrangement. But it’s going to be so hard to hide it from Brandy. Luckily, she told me that she’s never seen him at the school. She just knows his name. Everyone knows his name. It’s the most important name around there. He owns this and many other cosmetology schools across the country.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who notices her son’s best friend. But there Cameron was, standing in my kitchen, after having rode his bike to my house in the rain. My son, Tyler, was away at college, so this was all a bit of a surprise. Cameron’s eyes were red from crying and he was soaked from head to toe. “Sorry, Mrs. Dae,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t know where else to go.” I should have called his parents, but I didn’t. Instead, I took matters into my own hands.
“Take off that wet shirt,” I commanded, gently. He looked at me…then he REALLY looked at me. I was wearing only a thin silk robe I’d thrown on when the doorbell rang. My hair was messy and I’d already removed my makeup for the evening. “Mrs. Dae…”
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Marcus sat across from me, wearing his tailored suit like armor. He looked like the quintessential corporate success story, but I didn’t see the titan of industry he pretended to be. I saw a man in his own cage. “I’m failing, Stella,” he said. His voice was laced with self-loathing. “I’m weak. I don’t have the spine to be the man I’m supposed to be.”
It was the same script he brought me every Tuesday. A litany of perceived inadequacies. I’m too soft. I’m a coward. I can’t handle the pressure. He viewed these traits as fatal flaws in his masculinity…but I didn’t.
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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
It was a nice evening, and I’ve been busting my ass with work, so I thought I deserved a little TLC. The kinky singles massage club was calling my name. I was waiting in line to get in, and I saw the most gorgeous, sexy guy sporting a pink crop top.
I started talking to him and we both got in at the same time which meant we got our massages together. There were tables set up and massage oils laying around. I wanted some sensual lavender vanilla; it got me so horny and worked up.
Next, he picked out a coffee scent which opened up the pores, and it was such a manly scent. I couldn’t help myself. Walking closer to him, I ran my hands up and down his body. I said, “I love it when you wear crop tops, makes it so much easier to put my hands up your shirt.”
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Be a good girl for Daddy, Julie.” I knew exactly what that meant. It was time to be daddy’s little slut. I had to do whatever daddy said, no matter what it was. But I loved making daddy happy. He would call me his little princess and buy me whatever I wanted. But it was our little secret. Nobody else could know. Sometimes he would talk about mommy and other people. But we would just pretend. Like he would tell me to imagine mommy laying there. He would tell me and teach me how to lick her pussy, suck on her clit, and put my tongue inside it. Then my finger in her pussy and my tongue inside her asshole until she came all over my face. While I was making mommy cum, daddy would do the same thing to me until I came too.
Then it was time for mommy to teach me how to suck daddy’s dick. We both got down between his legs. She held his cock and told me to kiss the tip and lick the drip. So I did. Daddy started trembling and it got so hard.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Most of the people in this house look at my curled chestnut hair and oversized emerald eyes, and they see a sweet little thing. But the truth is, I like breaking rules. Especially Daddy’s rules. Especially because Daddy thinks he’s a warden in a very expensive, marble floored detention center. He keeps me locked in ivory towers (aka my room, when I’ve been naughty), dresses me in cashmere, and expects me to speak in a soft, polite whisper. But I’m fundamentally and deliciously rotten.
Right now, I’m sitting on the Persian rug in the center of the study. My knees are smeared with garden mud, and are red from where I scraped myself while climbing the forbidden ivy trellis in the yard. I hear heavy footsteps echo in the hall. Suddenly, the door flies open and there’s Daddy. He doesn’t shout, though. Daddy never shouts. That’s his favorite trick. He just looks at me.