Author: Felicity

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UGH! Mommy asked you three times if you had to use the bathroom before we left for the birthday party. Then I asked you again when we arrived, but you were so excited to play with the other big boys that you promised me you didn’t have to go. I knew you couldn’t be a big boy, but I was willing to give you a chance.

And now look at us. Standing in the middle of a birthday party while all the other boys laugh at you for wetting your pants. The front of your jeans is completely soaked, and because Mommy wanted to believe you could handle yourself, I didn’t pack any extra clothing. So I’m going to have to ask one of the other Mommies for a diaper to change you into and a pair of dry pants. Continue reading “I Knew You Couldn’t Be a Big Boy” →

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Sitting at the end of the bed, you watch me and your Boss fucking. His fat dick is stretching me open in ways you’ve never been able to do. Long strokes of his cock reach deeper inside of me than you’ve ever dreamed of. This is what happens when you continually fall short of expectations at work. He’s an Alpha, a real man, and you are a beta bitch. So when he told you he would fuck your girl in front of you if you didn’t get your stuff together, you thought he was bluffing.

Then one more late report and you found yourself here. Straining in your pants, but he told you that you aren’t allowed to stroke. This time is about him and his pleasure. The condom he is fucking me with is your only saving grace, or so you think.

Continue reading “Condom Full Of Alpha” →

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Filling out Christmas cards to my friends and family is a labor of love. Every year, I pick out beautiful cards covered in glitter with uplifting season’s greetings on them and dutifully write out personal well-wishes to whomever the card is for. The only downside to this is how long the process can be! Jason tends to get very impatient during this time because he always craves Mommy’s attention.

When I’m getting ready to prepare the cards, I spread them out on my bed with all of the matching envelopes and stamps. Then, with my favorite pen in hand, I get to work. It’s easy to lose track of time when I get into the zone. Almost every year, Jason stands by the bed as I’m writing them out, and the only way to keep both him entertained and get my work done is to give him an ignore handjob.

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One of my horny, little sissy babies has a big ol’ crush on his sister-in-law. I guess he didn’t think I’d notice how quickly he came in his diaper the last time she accidentally showed up while I was dressing him. But, really, by now, he should know his Mommy Felicity better than not to expect what I would do with this knowledge. It isn’t a stretch to realize I would use her as an added tool to his ultimate humiliation.

I told his wife I needed to keep him for the afternoon, and she was more than happy to get him out of the house. Then I invited her sister over for tea time. I explained to her that since she saw how we care for and keep our sissy, she really should learn to be a good auntie, and through a mass of giggles, she agreed.

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After being away visiting family over the weekend, the last thing you expected to see when you pulled into your driveway was Mommy Felicity pounding a “yard sale” sign into your grass. As you step out of the car, you realize all of the items on the display tables and blankets across the lawn are yours.

Your video games, clothing, shoes, all your awards, and trophies from college. Basically, your whole adult life is spread across the lawn with cheap price tags. “Felicity, what the fuck is this?” You yell after slamming the car door.

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My sex drive is higher than my friends’ and obviously higher than my husband’s. I mean, I’m on the phone all day, fucking my brains out with dildos while making strangers cum, and it still isn’t enough. So it’s a good day for me if I can talk him into fucking before bed. Most often, I want a round two, and he’ll eat my pussy or finger fuck me until his dick is hard again, but even after pumping me full of a second load, I’m still so horny.

When my husband rolls over, I open the file on my phone. The file full of videos callers have sent me of them jerking off to pictures of me. After pushing my earbuds into my ears, my hand slips down between my legs to begin rubbing my sensitive pussy. I flick open the newest video and glance at my husband’s sleeping face.

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I’ve been married for many years, and our sex life has dwindled as many marriages do. Between work and kids, we’re just too exhausted to put in the effort for good sex. So what started out as sex every night faded to once a week, and now we’re lucky if we fuck once every month.

A girl like me just can’t live this way! I’m starting to have daydreams about fucking random objects in the house. If I waited on my husband to make the first move, we’d probably never have sex again, so I knew it would be up to me to get things rolling again. About an hour or two, before he would get off work, I sent him a dirty text. It was a very naughty picture of me bent over, spreading my ass so he could see my bald, glistening pussy. The text attached to the photo said, “Hurry home and dust off these cobwebs.”

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Just because I’m home, it doesn’t mean work stops. After a long day in the office, documents still needed to be looked over and approved for clients to sign in the morning, and there just aren’t enough hours in the day to complete my to-do list. Johnny wasn’t home yet, so I placed an order for dinner and sat at the dining room table without even changing out of my work clothes. Hopefully, I could check off a few more tasks before he and dinner arrived.

My legs crossed as I opened my laptop; the soft nylon of my nude pantyhose rubbed against my skin and made me squirm. Wearing them all day always excited me, knowing how much Johnny loves to peel them off of me. My foot began a slight twitch as I focused on my task at hand; the dangling of my high heel from my toes felt like just enough of a fidget to help me really get in the zone.

Continue reading “Dinner Is Served” →

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My big boy was napping, so I ran out real quick to the grocery store and did a few other fast things around town before zipping back h as I carried the grocery bags into the kitchen and set them on the island. My baby was awake and was fidgeting with a bowl. Shakey hands tried to pour cereal, but he was getting more on the island than in the bowl. I smiled, watching him be so independent, and asked how his nap had been.

His eyes still looked sleepy and his hair was a wreck. He shrugged and shuffled to the other side of the island. I wondered why he moved away from me when he was typically such a snuggly boy. And then it hit me. I lifted my chin and sniffed the kitchen air. He was looking down into the bowl to avoid eye contact. “Baby? Did you make a stinky in your diaper during your nap?”

Continue reading “There’s No Hiding When You’re Stinky” →

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I’ve tried to quit smoking a million times. I know its bad for me to smoke, but I crave that rush. The way the butt feels between my lips and when the nicotine rushes through my veins. My husband hates it and has gone so far as to ban me from indulging. But, of course, I never listen. I’ve stopped smoking in front of him, sure.

Now, I just wait until he’s gone to bed, and I slip out onto the back porch with only the stars as a witness to inhale that sweet, forbidden treat. Well, I thought the stars were my only witness. I had no idea my neighbor’s nosey son had been watching me as I hid in the shadows outside.

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