Author: Francie

 

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I wanted to know what it was like, to go to a glory hole and get a facial from a stranger. So I waited until it was late at night and parked in front of my local sex shop. Only a few cars were parked beside mine, and I hoped it was just busy enough for me to taste a few strange cocks. I showed my ID at the door and walked through the heavy, beaded curtain.

The small stalls reminded me of a ladies’ dressing room. I walked into the first one with an open door. The walls were painted black, and a mini tv was mounted in the corner in one corner. A small folded chair sat against the wall, and I assumed kneeling on the floor would be nasty, so I grabbed the back of the chair and turned it toward the left panel where the six-inch hole waited.

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Be a faggot for FrancieBe

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God, watching you try to fuck is laughable. Your dick is too short, and your balls hang too low. Not to mention how quickly you cum. It’s like everything that could possibly be wrong with a man is exactly what makes you…you.

You’ve made it fucking obvious that you could never please me, so I’ve decided you’ll be a faggot for me. Don’t worry; you want to please me, right? Well, the only way that is fucking imaginable is if you start sucking dick and taking it up your asshole.

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Tie me up and rop me down

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One summer, my family decided to take a vacation on this dude ranch out west. They promised fun and adventure, but I wasn’t about it. I hated the dust and dirt and didn’t want to wear cowboy boots. However, I had no choice. After a long drive and an even longer plane ride, we found ourselves in the middle of some rolling hills on a patch of grass that smelled like what you’d imagine a ranch to smell like.

I wasn’t a happy little camper, but then he trotted on by on top of his steed, and my whole body sang a new tune. He wore a black hat low on his head and dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. Even though I couldn’t see them, I knew he was looking right through me. He tipped his hat, and that’s all it took. I craved for him to rope me up and tie me down.

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Alone On Stage

Posted 1 year ago by Francie

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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. Rythmaiclly. 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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Dangerous VORE

Posted 1 year ago by Francie

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Once you acquire a particular appetite, it’s impossible to ignore. A friend invited me over for a rare delicacy, and only after I’d agreed not to tell a soul what we would consume did she tell me what was on the menu. It was laughable at first; how could one eat shrunken men? That isn’t possible or real. Shrinking people is just a fantasy? A lore or myth…

Or so I thought. I’d been invited to participate in a little VORE. So we huddled together at her kitchen counter as she opened an intricate puzzle box. I peered over the lid, and there they were. Six tiny naked men! They looked terrified as the lid lifted and shone the bright kitchen light on them. Tiny hands flew up to cover their eyes, and I saw how hard their little cocks were.

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Francie forced feminizes you

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Let me break something to you, sweetheart, all the forced feminization stuff you are into? It’s just you not taking ownership of your true feelings. Now there’s nothing wrong with that! I love a forced feminization call just as much as the next girl!

I’ll gladly spend hours with you, forcing you into all kinds of slutty situations to bring out the girl in you, but let’s just cut to the chase. It’ll be so much easier on me if you just admit you are transgender.

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S.W.A.K

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S.W.A.K

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Do you remember when you started writing your first love notes? How you’d spill your secrets with ink, confident no one but the intended eyes would read them. Did you scribble “S.W.A.K” on the back, or was that something just girls did? Do you remember what it stood for?

Sealed With a kiss. Your confession of love and lust may have been sealed with a press of your lips to the envelope, but I hate to tell you the girl you sent it with shared your words. Even then, you were nothing but a laughing stock to women.

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His little fuck doll

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For most men, I’m a Mistress. A Domme meant to be served and worshiped, but for him, I’m a little fuck doll. I’d be anything, do anything, and go anywhere that he asked of me. I’d break the rules for him, and the notion terrifies me. Yet, my body aches to serve and bend to his will. It’s a maddening feeling, a high I keep chasing.

What makes this man a God among men? There’s this Je ne said pas that surrounds him. It soaks my panties and makes my knees fold. Could it be the fact that he’s married and not supposed to be mine? Or his cocky grin that tells me he’d take whatever he wanted from me and wouldn’t wait nor ask for permission?  Maybe it’s because he’s the only man on the planet who doesn’t waiver at my touch or shiver when I bark. Is it that he’s actually a real man?

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One night, while watching porn with my sub, he mentioned there was never any good POV porn for subs who like to get pegged and humiliated. That got me thinking that we should make our own content. We wouldn’t even have to share it with anyone, but if I was busy, he could always rewatch our fuck sessions. Nothing blue balls a man better than recalling his humiliating experience and not being able to cum to it again.

A few days later, when I felt rather feisty, I called him into our playroom and told him we would make his POV dreams come true. He seemed confused and asked how. With a big smile, I pulled a gag from behind my back. I’d modified it so a GoPro sat right where the ball would have been. He squinted at me but knew better than to complain when I was in a mood. I walked up to him, and he opened his mouth. I fit the small end into his mouth so he could bite down and hold the camera still, then buckled the straps behind his head.

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Edible panties to ruin a marriage

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Liam isn’t my husband, but he’s someone’s husband. That should make him off-limits. The band around his ring finger is supposed to be a warning sign for girls like me. It should yell, “This one is claimed. Back off!” But it screams just the opposite. That ring actually tells me that man is a provider. A thoughtful, mostly committed man who was tolerated enough to go through with the wedding.

I can see why she said yes. He’s charming in the most annoying way and handsome. Sure, his cock is my favorite part, but we don’t have to tell her that. Not yet. I’m supposed to stay away from his house, but the temptation is too much. I’ve bought a pair of cherry edible panties, and there’s only one husband I want to lick them off me.

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