Author: Francie

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Now that Halloween is over, I can comfortably begin decorating for Christmas. I really hate rushing the holidays since they are so special, but Christmas is really my favorite. This year, I hired a handyman to hang the lights along the eaves. A professional would better execute my vision. Our neighborhood was having a decorating contest, and I wanted to win.

My friend Candy was over when the handyman showed up. We were pleased to see he was about our age and very good-looking. Not some potbellied older man who’d fall off the ladder halfway through tacking my display up.

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Oh My Gourd

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Oh my gourd

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I may be a white bitch, but I’m not your typical white bitch. Sure, I love a good pumpkin patch trip in October like the rest of them, but my intent is much different. I dragged my simp to the local pumpkin patch and forced him to walk around the options.

We were looking for a medium-sized gourd. Not too big, not too small. I was partial to the snowball pumpkins, but for some reason, every time I held one up to his crotch, he would look around in sheer panic. “Oh my God, Mistress, stop.”

“How will we know it’s the right size if I don’t test it?”

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Monster Hunting With Francie And Zoey

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“Got the hundredth time,” Zoey whined as she stepped over a large tree root, careful not to trip. “Vampires aren’t real, Frannie. We aren’t going to find a monster! Can we please go back home?” I waved my hand behind me to hush her. We’d been on the trail for a little over an hour, and we’d have already made it to Dracula’s lair if my damn cell service hadn’t gone out.

We were searching blind now that the sun had set, but we were close. I could feel it. Just ahead, framed by large weeping willows, was the maw of a cave. The one I’d been researching. The one where Dracula had set up his home for the last bit of the current century. “There!” I hissed and felt Zoey crash into my back as I stopped abruptly. She let out a squeak when we collided, and the sound caused a cloud of bats to erupt from the mouth of the cave! Their wings caused a rush of warm air so strong it knocked us to the ground. While Zoey flung her arms up to protect her hair, I looked up. Amazed by Dracula’s creatures’ wings and little fangs as they darted off into the night, leaving their Master unprotected.

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Tiny Clean-Up Crew

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I waltzed into my bedroom with cum pouring into my panties from the incredible fucking I’d just had. My dewy skin still glowed from the rush of orgasm, and I couldn’t wait to put my tiny clean-up crew to work. I could feel their little gazes on me from the jar atop my nightstand as I undressed. They are always so eager to please their Giantess.

Next, I lay on the bed and carefully picked up the glass jar. Inside, my four little clean-up crew men braced themselves so they wouldn’t topple over when my large fingers encased the glass and carried them to my tummy. All four were naked and stood only a few centimeters tall. I popped the lid off the jar and tilted it to its side. My micro clean-up crew scrambled out, each holding a rag or a small broom. My stomach must feel like an endless field to them as I lifted my legs and pried off my panties, watching them hurry to fulfill their duty.

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A Cuckold Anniversary

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Ray and I were out celebrating one year of wedded bliss. His fingers interlocked with mine over the romantic dinner table. Several tall pillar candles flickered between us, and his face looked so happy as he talked about all of his favorite moments over the past year. It was sweet and so dull. My gaze wandered and clashed with another man’s. he was leaning against the bar in a tailored suit. The sharp line of his beard had my thighs rubbing together under the table, just itching to feel the whiskers tickle me there. He grinned as if he could hear my thoughts from way over there and tipped his head toward the restroom.

It was an order I couldn’t refuse. I pryed my fingers from Ray’s and stood up without a word. Leaving him hanging in mid-sentence to watch me walk between the tables and disappear into the hallway leading to the restrooms.

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I posed, alone on stage in the darkness, waiting for the music to build. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest as the steps of my routine played over and over in my head. I’d practiced a thousand times, but this would be my first performance. I could hear the gravelly tones of men talking in hushed voices until the spotlight flicked over my body, making me the only thing visible in the room. Then, a hush fell over the crowd as the bright light above highlighted my luscious curves. The music swelled, and my hips swayed to the beat. Rhythmically. Hypnotically.

I faced the crowd expecting… I don’t know what. Horny men jerking off? Piles of cash being flung at my feet? I’m not sure what I expected, but darkness wasn’t it. My head bowed, chin tucked to my shoulder as I reached behind me to pull the strings of my top. The bodice floated to the floor, and cheers reached my ears. I wasn’t alone at all.

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Tinkering Trio

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My step-dad is having his weekly poker night in his tinkering room. He builds all kinds of weird things in there. He’s been begging me to hang out with him in there so we could bond, but I don’t care about all the weird science things he messes with. Mom is gone for the weekend, and I can hear his ***** friends laughing and joking as they play their stupid card game.

All of a sudden, the power throughout the whole house flickers and goes out. At the same time, the noise from the tinkering room goes silent. After a few seconds, I hear the backup generator roar to life, and a few lights come back on. When the sounds of grown men playing their games don’t start back up, I wander down the hall to find out what happened.

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What Lurks At Night

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Like a whisper of the wind, you can almost convince yourself it’s nothing. The way it prickles along your skin is like a warning sign of danger to come. Try as you might, you can’t shake off what lurks at night.

A sensual demon slipped through your subconscious as you slept. Feeding you lustful thoughts you are ashamed of. Images of the young. The supple. The forbidden. You hate how hard it makes your cock, but you tell yourself, “It’s just a dream.” Remember what they say? What’s done in the dark always comes to light.

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No one knew where she went. One day she was laughing and joking with her friends, and the next, no one had seen her. The community was quickly called in to help in the Missing Francie case. The poor girl’s mother was in tears every time she retold the story of the last time she’d hugged her girl. Your arousal spiked every time you saw her wet face appear. She looked so much like her Daughter. You had thought guilt would pick at you, but it never came.

Days, weeks, months. Not a single trace of the girl could be located. You watched the news nightly, waiting to see if any new developments would come to light. Everyone was missing Francie, except for you.

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Lingerie Masturbation

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When he bought me lingerie, I thought it was because he wanted to worship my perfect body while I was wearing it. Like a good little servant, I thought he purchased the beautiful nightie as an offering to his Goddess. Oh, how wrong I was. He’d bought us matching baby dolls, and his intent wasn’t to worship me but the lingerie itself.

The matching baby dolls were made of the softest pink silk I’d ever seen. We dressed in them and took turns complimenting each other. His was tighter around his wide waist, and it wasn’t nearly long enough to cover his throbbing bulge in the matching silk panties.

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