Author: Kayla

"Not yet, Babydoll."

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“Chris,” His name slipped from my lips without intention. My head pushed back into the soft pillow; my spine bowed in desperation. Arching my hips into his hand as, he pleasured me with the slowest strokes of his fingers. I felt his smile against my neck before I heard his steady voice whisper over my flushed skin.

“Not yet, Babydoll.” I gritted my teeth against his wishes. My body was singing for him as he played it like an instrument, only he’d been playing for so long now that I was teetering on the brink. Every nerve ending screamed for release that he wouldn’t allow. My fingers curled around his forearm, feeling the muscles and tendons move under my grip. I needed to cum; another moment of balancing on this sharp edge would surely shatter me. His fingers drew back, leaving me panting, and I watched him swirl his wet fingers around my stiff nipple. Coating it in the visible need he caused.

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Magnetic Connection Part Two

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There are questions a girl should ask before she gets into a car with a stranger; magnetic connection or not. Like, maybe his fucking name! Did I ask him? Nope, sure the fuck didn’t. His warm hand pushed me forward, and as if I were the puppet and he was the master, my feet obeyed. We weaved through the bar and out into the cool spring evening. The street was busy, but I was safe, I told myself as we moved down the sidewalk and walked towards his car.

He didn’t speak, but the scent of his aftershave made my nose arch toward his neck. I was so drawn to him that the warning bells clanging in my brain did nothing to stop me when he pulled open the passenger door, and I slipped inside. He leaned into the car and drew the seat belt between my breasts to strap me in. His playful blue eyes met mine, and he purred, “Safety first.”

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He stood at the dark window, scowling at the freshly falling snow outside. I slipped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. My hands rubbed his bare chest and pulled his hard body back against my soft chest. My lips brushed lightly against the back of his neck. “Snow, in the last week of March,” the last words of his sentence were echoed inside of the glass in his hand as he drained the last of the amber-colored liquid.

“Come to bed,” I snickered, placing light kisses across his shoulder. He scoffed, not at me but at the winter wonderland outside, and didn’t budge, as if the heat of his glaring would melt the offending white stuff before it had a chance to stick.

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Humiliating a Shoe Whore

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So this sissy girl meets me in chat and tells me she is dressed like a French Maid! Oh, la la, right? But I already know a few of this little girl’s triggers., Meaning, I know exactly what I want to do with her. This sissy, in particular, LOVES when I put on my Doc Martins! She is such a fucking shoe whore!

I do love to give my girls what they need, so I commanded the sissy to lick the toe of my boot clean and slap her favorite suction cup dildo to the top of my boot. You know it stuck really well to that slick, drool-coated surface.

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Diapering My Boss

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As your newly hired executive assistant, I’m in your office (My boss), in your chair, with my high heels up on your desk. There is a big ripped-up box by my feet. I’m wearing a tight pencil skirt and a button-up blouse, but half the buttons are undone, and my heavy tits are threatening to spill out. There’s a big smile on my face as I sip my coffee, looking awful comfy in your chair when you come in. “Kayla?” You question with an unhappy look on your face. I smile even bigger and kick my feet off the desk to stand up. Then, I slap my hand on the box and lean forward.

“A package came for you…. it got kinda ripped up… something fell out.” I wiggle my eyebrows and hold up an adult diaper from the open box.

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Babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers

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The other day, I was hanging out with a few of my girlfriends at the house when someone rang the doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so hesitantly, I opened the door and saw Mr. Stinky Pampers and his Mom on my doorstep. “Kayla! Thank goodness you’re home! I have an emergency at work, and I just can’t take Mr. Stinky Pampers with me. Is there ANYWAY you could watch him for just a few hours?” She folded her hands together like she was praying and pleaded. “Please? I’ll pay you double your normal rate.”

I reached out and ruffled Mr. Stinky’s hair. “Of course, I’ll watch him.” She pushed a big diaper bag at my chest and kissed her boy on the cheek. Before she left, she told me she just changed him before they drove over, so I shouldn’t have to worry about any diaper changes. I looked down at Stinky as she said this and saw the cheeky look in his eye. I had a feeling he’d been saving a present just for me.

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Accomplice Kayla Serves Up Slutty Zoey

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Everyone thinks Zoey is so sweet and innocent. With that soft, princess-like voice and alluring giggle, she ISN’T! She gets away with everything because people believe she is so naive; meanwhile, I stay in trouble for being the “bag girl.” Well, I planned to show one boy in particular just how BAD Zoey can be.

My brother, Jeff, always says, “Be more like Zoey, Kayla.” “Why can’t you just be a good girl like Zoey?” The truth is, Zoey and I are already so alike. She hides it better. I asked her to come over this weekend while our parents were gone. Unsurprisingly, she came over dressed like a little slut, and I took her upstairs to Jeff’s room. Accomplice Kayla was going to serve Slutty Zoey to her brother on a silver platter, and then we’ll see who he thinks should be like who!

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Stranger Danger At The Waterpark

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Ok, I want you to imagine your family has season passes at your local waterpark. This is important because the more you go, the more comfortable your mom is with letting you wander. It’s a smallish park (I have Wet n’ Wild, Vegas in my head). It’s the middle of the summer, and she is lounging by the baby pools and jungle gym as you splish splash. After a while, you yell to her that you wanna go to the wave pool; she bobs her hand and mumbles, “I love you.” Permitting you to go alone.

You are wearing the cutest two-piece, bubble gum pink bikini with a little tutu-like skirt around your hips. What you didn’t tell your mommy was that you wanted to go to the wave pool because a man had been following you around the play section all day.

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Daddy Knows How To Make Kaykay Better

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Little Kaykay has been feeling really under the weather for the last few days. Her little red nose was all stuffed up, and her sweet little voice was a tad more husky and strained than usual. All she wanted was cuddles with her favorite person, and Daddy knows just how to make Kaykay better.

He popped his head into my bedroom and said, “Hey Princess, how are you feeling?” I pouted my lips and sat up in bed, revealing my tiny crop top that showed off my belly button.

“Can we snuggle, please?”

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Chasing New Heights

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As he thrust into her yet again, she felt a new pressure building in her abdomen. Overwhelmed, her hands explore with a mind of their own. Skimming up his back, her navy blue nails drawing pretty red lines as her pleasure overtakes her. He continues to thrust when she pauses and stares into his eyes.

“I’m sorry it feels like…”

“Like what?” He asks.

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