Author: Francie

Would you wear panties for Francie

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Coming across men like you is one of my favorite ‘projects.’ It’s adorable how inexperienced you are. I can physically see you shaking when I’m close. It makes you so much easier to manipulate. We both know you’re salivating over my body. What would you do to get a chance to undress me? How far would you go to experience spreading my legs and tasting my pussy?

Would you wear panties for a chance to fuck me?

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Sole Licker

Posted 2 years ago by Francie

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Ian kneeled at the foot of my recliner. He wore a hooded mask, clamped around his throat with a collar which was padlocked at the nape of his neck and nothing else. Of course, he knew better than to speak or beg. He’s such a good boy for his Mistress. Ian is a foot fucker, a sole licker and his favorite thing is to bathe my tootsies with his tongue.

It had been a long day for both of us, Ian has a very high powered job which demands much mental fortitude from him and I had an early morning work out and then of course work. My workout socks had been soaked in sweat and I didn’t have time to shower, I simple switched from smelly sneakers to cramped high heels for work. You better believe my poor feet had been slipping and sliding in my heels all afternoon.

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You’ve heard pain is pleasure, but you didn’t think to ask, “Whos.”

Your pain is my pleasure. I want to make it hurt, and I’ll delight in doing so. Lay yourself bare in front of me, vulnerable and open to destruction. There is no line I won’t cross. With me, you have no safe haven. Oh, you filthy little fuckwhore. Even the mention of pain is making you tremble with anticipation. You crave it, or so you think you do. You’ve yet to have someone really deliver. I fucking promise, I won’t disappoint.

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Flexible

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Flexibility is a must for a good fucking. Are you flexible, baby? I’m not your fat, fugly wife who can only lay on her back while you hump away at her unmoving mass. No! I wanna get tangled up with you. Think of our fucking like a good game of twister.

Right hand on left titty. Left hand on the left butt cheek and finally, hard cock in soaking wet pussy. Do you feel what I’m saying? I can’t have a whopper of a man holding me down. I want a long, lean, and mean man to really give me a good stretch!

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It’s a curious thing when you start exploring the occult. Most don’t know what is real and what is movie magic. Well, I’m here to tell you that what you’ve seen is nowhere near what you are going to get! So you decided to search authentic occult bookstores, and you did your research. Had to go on the dark web to find the authentic forums that will help you find legitimate shops. Congrats, but that’s literally just step one. If you want to meet me, you’re going to have a lot more work in front of you!

You go alone, at sunset, just as you were instructed. You walk around a corner to a suddenly alien and unfamiliar part of town. You’ve lived in this city for so long and have never seen anything like this! When you find the shop, not by address but by description, you hesitantly walk in.

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Beneath The Darkness

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Darkness. The weight of it is heavy. Not everyone can easily carry about the depth of darkness that some of us candy girls hold. We cradle the dangerous and dirty needs inside of our clients. Playing with the demons that torment them daily. That kind of play can stain a sweet girl. A lesser girl.

It doesn’t weigh me down, however. It shields me. My poor, innocent, sweet side that most people never get to meet. Do you long to know the Francie beneath the weight of the world?

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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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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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