Author: Amber

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Men come to me, drawn by the currents of rumor and raw, aching need. They know my reputation, whispers of the witchy domme whose pleasure is a consuming flame, and whose displeasure…well, that’s where the real magic happens. I don’t suffer fools, nor do I suffer inadequacy. My appetites are vast, a cavernous hunger that few men can truly fill.

They always approach me the same way, these eager, trembling submissives, offering themselves, their bodies, their very essence, hoping to be the one to finally quench my thirst. These men, they know the risks. They sign an invisible pact with their hopeful eyes and bated breath: absolute surrender, absolute consent to my judgment.

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I have a type. Specifically, I have two types. There’s Type A: The distinguished gentleman, preferably with a full head of silver hair, a penchant for single malt scotch, and a portfolio that could rival a small nation’s GDP. These men are wonderful conversationalists, masters of the five-star reservation, and possess a certain gravitas that only comes with decades of accrued wisdom (and even more accrued wealth). They also, almost without exception, have the libido of a particularly sluggish snail.

Then there’s Type B: The strapping twenty-something, all rippling abs, boundless energy, and an unshakeable belief that life is one long montage from a sports drink commercial. These men are less interested in discussing the nuances of global economics and more interested in, well, nuances. And by nuances, I mean anything that involves their cock.

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voyeur ********* play story

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“Jackson, you’ve been a very bad boy…” I purred into the microphone, my voice a low, seductive whisper. Jackson’s eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of my voice. He knew I was watching, but he didn’t know how. I could see the panic in his eyes. The fear of being caught! What a fantastic way to keep him in line, I thought to myself. No one likes a confident sub!

“On your knees, Jackson,” I commanded. He hesitated for a moment before looking towards the door where his wife was busy in the kitchen. “Now,” I added, my tone leaving no room for argument. He dropped to his knees, as his heart pounded in his chest. I could see it, the way his shirt moved with each beat, the way his breath hitched in his throat. I watched as he reached for his belt, his hands shaking as he undid the buckle.

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In the early days, before we truly peeled back the layers of each other, his fascination with my past was almost insatiable. It wasn’t a judgmental interrogation, but a soft, probing quest for intimacy, as if understanding my pussy’s history was the key to understanding me.

“Your First boyfriend. What was his name?” he’d ask, his voice a low hum against my ear as we lay tangled in sheets, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. I told him, a name I hadn’t thought of in years. He listened, rapt. Then, “How old were you when you fucked him for the first time?” His eyes searched mine, not for shock value, but for the story behind the number.

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My phone buzzed, displaying a name I’d purged from my active memory: Max. We used to date, for a brief, almost embarrassing, period. That was, until I discovered just how minuscule his dick actually is. We’re talking the size of a chapstick tube, maybe even a used one at that. Our relationship, if you could even call it that, ended abruptly after I realized my needs were just going to gather dust, indefinitely.

His voice on the other end was a pathetic, wavering mess. He started apologizing, rambling about how he’d messed up, how he missed me, how he’d changed. He even dared to beg me to take him back. My mind, however, was already back in my apartment, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’d actually have to fake it again. The answer was a definitive, resounding no. I can’t date a guy who is utterly incapable of satisfying me! And what did he mean by “changed”? Did he have a donor cock surgically attached to his tiny little weiner?

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cock carnival

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On my tropical vacation last week, I’d somehow stumbled upon this adults-only amusement park called “Erotica Land.” It wasn’t advertised on any mainstream tourist sites, more like a whispered legend passed between hostel-dwellers. Intrigued, and admittedly a little bored, I found myself walking through its surprisingly tasteful, yet undeniably suggestive, gates.

The park was a kaleidoscope of risqué rides and themed attractions, but one particular monstrosity dominated the skyline: a colossal, undeniably phallic structure that twisted skyward. A neon sign at its base pulsed with a name that made me snort-laugh: “The Cocktival.” I couldn’t resist. As I got into the line, a theme park employee, looking suspiciously like a retired burlesque dancer, handed me two items. “For the cream, sweetie,” she purred, pressing a sealed condom and a pair of industrial-strength swim goggles into my palm. My eyebrows shot up. This was going to be an experience.

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My heart was pounding with anticipation. The hotel room was dimly lit, with candles and red rose petals scattered across the floor. Ten men stood there, waiting for me. I took a deep breath, my mind racing with excitement. We planned this months ago and the wait was almost too long to bear. The thought of ten cocks all to myself made my pussy quiver like never before.

As I entered the room, the men’s eyes were locked on me. I felt like a goddess, and I knew that tonight, I was going to have the time of my life. I slowly undressed, revealing my curves and my smooth, soft skin. The men couldn’t take their eyes off me. I started rubbing my clit, feeling the heat building up inside me.

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family fun blog

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“Jason, I have to tell you something,” I say, nervously. He looks at me, his blue eyes wide with surprise. “What is it, Amber? I take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to say what I’ve been wanting to say for years. “I’ve always had a crush on you. And I know we’re cousins, but I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Jason’s face turns bright red, and for a moment, I think he’s going to protest. But then, something shifts in his expression. He looks at me with a hunger that takes my breath away. “Fuck, Amber,” he says, his voice thick with desire. Before you know it, he’s on top of me, his lips pressed roughly against mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands roam my tight little body, roughly groping my breasts and ass before lefiting my skirt and plunging two fingers into my asshole.

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I’ve always been a fan of the taboo and the forbidden. That’s how the idea for “OnlyFucks” was born. OnlyFucks is a naughty bookstore where anything goes and sex is always on the table. My mind is a playground of naughty thoughts and ideas, and I know I need an outlet for all that pent-up energy. What’s better than opening a business that incorporates all of my favorite things? It’s okay, baby. I can already see the curiosity in your eyes, and I know you have questions! And I’m more than happy to answer them for you!

I want OnlyFucks to be a place where people can come and explore their wildest fantasies without judgment. Where they can let loose and have some fun. The store will be filled with books and toys that cater to every kink and fetish. From bondage and discipline to exhibitionism and voyeurism, there will be something for everyone. And if someone can’t find what they’re looking for, they can always ask one of our knowledgeable and experienced staff members for help. All of whom will be dressed in their finest lingerie and leather, of course!

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pantyhose blog

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I met Mike at a private party, where I was working as a professional tease. He was a handsome man, with dark eyes that held an intensity I found irresistible. I was wearing a sheer black negligee that left little to the imagination, and beneath it, a pair of silky black pantyhose. I could see the desire burning in his eyes as I strutted towards him, my hips swaying seductively. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, running my hands over my curves.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my body. I laughed softly, then reached out and grabbed his hand, placing it on my thigh. “Feel that?” I whispered, as his fingers traced the delicate pattern of the pantyhose. “That’s what you’ve been craving, isn’t it?” He nodded again. I could feel his dick straining against his pants, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. After leading him to an oversized lounge chair, I pushed him down onto it and climbed on top of him. I straddled his waist, my pussy just inches from his throbbing cock.

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