Dangerous

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Walking home, all alone, I was blissfully unaware that I was being followed. Skipping along the side of the road in my pleated schoolgirl skirt and knee-high stockings, the music in my ears was all I could think about. I didn’t consider the fact that my white cotton panties showed every time I kicked my knees up to skip or how dangerous it was to be unaware.

I think it was when I stepped onto my porch, that first step, that I realized something was off. A sixth sense kicked in as I pushed the key into the door. Much too late, however, to save me from the dangerous man who had followed me home.

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Breed Me Raw

Breed Me Raw

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Ryan and I were having such a hot night. I was just about to sit back on his giant cock, but when my pussy felt that sticky latex covering his beautiful cock, I reached back and curled my finger around the tip of the cock blocking condom. I twirled my finger around it as I started to pull up.

“Hey, what are you doing?” He chuckled and held the base of the condom as it climbed up his massive shaft. I looked over my shoulder, right into his eyes, and made my demands.

“Breed me raw.”

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Have You seen Denise?

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Have you seen little dick Denise? He called me the other day and begged me to suck on my tits. When I asked him why he wanted to so badly, he said because no one ever lets him. Poor little Denise has a three-inch penis, and every time he managed to get a girlfriend, if his pants came down and she saw the pathetic lump of flesh, she’d laugh and fuck his big dicked roommate instead.

You can imagine how sad this virgin bitch is. However, his fantasy tickled me, so I’m going to tell you about it.

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Long Leg Fetish

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When I was growing up, my aunt used to tell me how lucky I was to be a ‘leggy blonde.’ It didn’t make sense to me until I was much older and realized all the benefits of being precisely what she said. “Leggy.” These long, smooth stems lure boys like the flame calls to the moth.

They flutter forward, hoping for warmth and protection, and then find themselves aflame. While the lust for my legs burns just as hot as the moth’s flickering flame, it’s only half as dangerous. My victims often escape with their lives and a reoccurring lust for my long leg.

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Santa bought me a new Lush, all pink and shiny. He said it was for him; no one else was allowed to control me. I tried to be his good little Ho, but the truth is, even Santa knows I’m a naughty fucking Ho. There on his lap, with the Lush deep inside me, Krampus took over via his cell phone behind me!

The buzz was so soft Santa couldn’t hear, but the stain on my cheeks was sure to alert him. I sat up straight and looked all around. Was Krampus looking to tease or aiming to please?

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Fake Submissives disgust me. When I get home, you better not be there. You won’t. Take everything with you. I don’t even care if you take my stuff at this point; I just want you out before I get home. The only thing you’re allowed to leave behind is your flesh. We agreed it belonged to me.

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What Are You Doing?

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Have you ever gotten that text? “What are you doing?” Maybe it’s just me, but I think those four words hold so much promise. Last night, I was bored and wanted to have some fun. Some productive fun. I’d ordered a new fuck machine and really wanted to test it out on a willing victim.

Sure, I know what you’re thinking, “willing?” Yes. Most often, I do like to take my prey by surprise, but I wanted an honest review of my new toy, so I texted my girlfriend to see if she’d be up for a bit of experimenting.

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Service Myself

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I’m here to service myself. I like getting off, but none of you boys can ever do it right. Honestly, it’s frustrating as hell, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.

The next person who calls me is getting tied up in my living room. Hands above your head, feet forced apart by a spreader bar, and a lot of shibari work to build a harness with a loop on each side in case I need to flip you or fasten you to a cable from the ceiling. I’m genuinely really excited to make you into a sex toy. I think I’ll even assemble a pulley system to easily hoist you up to the ceiling when I’m not using you.

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Accidental Cheating

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I swear it was accidental cheating! Let me tell you what happened, and you can decide for yourself. This guy I’ve been seeing asked me to attend his office Halloween party with him. We haven’t really been that serious, but I felt like this was an excuse for him to show me off and try to make things more official.

I’m not really into being “official,” but I love an excuse to dress up. He picked out this really sexy Princess Leia costume for me, and he would dress as Darth Vader. We got dressed and arrived at his office building the night of the party. They had the lights dimmed down to nearly off and spooking lighting flashing as fake thunder rumbled over the music. Everyone was wearing incredible costumes, and we started dancing with his coworkers.

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I find that the most fun I have is hearing the screams of the men who think they can handle me. Would you like to test if you are worth my time? It always starts the same. Brave and bold. Sure, go ahead and tie me up. I don’t need a safeword. I’m a tough guy; I can take anything you can dish out. With my eyes rolling, I ask if you insist that you don’t need a safeword, like 90% of the guys think they don’t. To their credit, a few actually do not. But once you’re tied down over my bench, there’s no going back.

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