Author: Felicity

Legs

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

You like them, don’t you? My long, toned, and tanned legs. You want to caress them and feel the soft, shaven skin. The long length of my smooth legs drives you insane. But, no matter the day or what I have on, you are only always thinking about my beautiful legs.

You love them covered in nylon or when I wear thigh-high stockings. I bet you can’t even decide which way makes your cock harder. Just that you know, you’d give anything to have these long legs wrapped around your hips.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

It was time for Johnny’s midday nap, but someone wasn’t sleepy. He was giving Mommy every excuse in his little book for why he couldn’t lay down and rest his busy body. He needed more juice, and his teddy needed a hug. Finally, Mommy had had enough of his games and put on one of his favorite movies; then, I asked him to come lay down on the couch with me.

Trying to compromise with the little stinker, I told him he didn’t have to nap; he just had to be still for thirty minutes. That’s a long time for any little boy to hold in his wiggles, but Mommy could see him rubbing his eyes. Finally, he agreed and crawled up on the couch to lay his head on Mommy’s bare thigh. My tiny little shorts had risen up while chasing him around all day, and Johnny couldn’t stop his teasing fingers.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Utoh! What’s happening here?! When I last saw this diaper loser, I was pretty sure he was packing a HUGE, sneaky diaper dick, but then he sends me pictures of my name on his pink diapee, and I realized, I’ve got a girl! Insane how fluid gender is nowadays, huh? We often enjoy his lunchtime together, so I told him I was gonna tattle!

The next time he goes to lunch at our favorite spot, Mommy is gonna make him wear his hair is cute little spiky, pigtails and all pink. Then I’m going to tell all the pretty waitresses that are so nice to his smelly diaper butt that he is no longer Mommy’s cutie patootie but a Diapee Princess!

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The grocery store was bustling with people trying to start their weekend fun. Everyone smelled of sunscreen and was hauling bags of ice, just itchy to fire up the bar-b-que. I was only there for the few necessities id run out of, but I do love people watching; you can see so many types of people here at the grocery store. Everyone’s gotta eat, right?

As I finished strolling around the aisles, I made my way to the checkout. All the lines were long, but I didn’t mind. I pushed my buggy over to the closest line and checked out the group in front of me. Three men, maybe in their late twenties, chatted together. The one closest to me was leaning over the buggy, the one in front of him had a twenty-four pack in his hands, and the other was prattling on about how hot Kelly was going to look in her bikini. I focused my attention on the man leaning over the buggy. Was that a diaper I spy poking from his shorts? Busted!

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

You’re in BIG trouble, Mister! Look what I found on the living room floor! The diaper I put on you just a few minutes ago was lying all ripped up like some wild beast shredded it off you! Now, I know you don’t like your diapers, baby, but you have to wear them. But, I understand that you can’t be trusted to keep it on like a good boy, so Mommy is going to put on a fresh diaper and push your hands into these big baby gloves.

Do you know the kind that keeps babies from scratching? These ones are special, though! They have locks at the wrist so I can connect your hands behind your back and keep you from taking off your diaper! Of course, that’s all better, isn’t it? I know you won’t be able to squirm out of the new diaper now!

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

I’m already someone’s Wife, that’s true, but it doesn’t mean that we can’t have naughty, filthy fun on the phone. It’s mostly innocent, isn’t it? I just want to play! The fact that I want to spend all day spread eagle in my marriage bed with your voice in my ear, and my fingers in my pussy isn’t really breaking any vows?

My husband won’t find out, and I won’t tell your wife. Really we have nothing to fear except for what we could be missing out on if you don’t call me! I’m lonely, and you’re horny. We were meant for each other.

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Breast, tit, boob, flesh bag, whatever you call them, I want them worshiped.

I want to come home from a long day of wearing a bra all day and have someone worship my breasts. After being at work for hours, after going to the gym and sweating into my sports bra, my fantasy is to have a man meet me at the door and slowly undress me. He’d kiss my lips as a greeting while his hands cup my supported breasts. Gently kneading and whispering how he’s been thinking of freeing my boobs nonstop.

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Ut oh, Baby! Look what’s happened! Mommy’s all wet! I guess I’ve been so busy, running around all day to take care of you that I forgot to take care of myself. So I started to get those tingles, ya know? The warning bells we talk about in your special places. The ones that let you know you have to come tell Mommy you have to potty.

Like you, I must have got distracted. When you tell me you were too busy playing to use the bathroom, I know I get really annoyed and spank you, but I guess this time you’ll have to spank me! I meant to make the time to go, but I had to get you up and dressed and then make breakfast and pack your lunch for daycare!

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The music was so loud she couldn’t hear her own thoughts. The bass paced her heartbeat, and the energy of the melody moved her body. Not a single thing mattered out here on the dance floor. Not the family at home or the stress waiting for her at work. Her neck rolled back, and her eyes closed; she loved dancing. Sweat beaded across her skin as she turned and swayed, and her breath was strained as if the DJ knew she needed a break from the fast pace he’d set; the music slowed to something more sensual.

She could feel it in her limbs and in the air around her. The crowd moved with her, everyone sharing the same vibe. Then, a strange pair of hands slid over her hips and pulled her back against a firm body she didn’t know.

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Working for Mr. Smith used to be really boring. The same old nine to five, typing all day, getting him coffee and lunch, listening to his dull conversations on the phone day after day. It was enough to almost make me feel bad for him. Almost.

One day, I heard him talking to a business acquaintance about how boring and awful their wives were. I’ve seen Mrs. Smith before; she’s put together nice enough, not quite like me, but who is? Poor Mr. Smith hasn’t gotten a chance to stretch Mrs. Smith’s cunt in years. Instead, he’s been forced to hold onto the distant memories of what her throat felt like and the texture of her wet tongue lapping at his aching, married cock.It wasn’t long into their marriage that Mrs. Smith stopped giving up the goods and just started taking them. Mr. Smith is a sucker; he keeps her in a fancy car and beautiful clothes, all in the hopes she’ll spread those legs once more.

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