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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Taboo fantasies aren’t just dirty — they’re dangerous. The moment you called me, you knew this wasn’t going to be a soft, sweet conversation. No, this is where we peel back your polite little mask and expose the filthy, forbidden cravings you hide from everyone else.I want you to say it. Whisper it to me — the one fantasy you swore you’d never speak aloud. Maybe it’s the naughty babysitter you still dream about. Maybe it’s your twisted craving for someone you should never want. Or maybe you want to be caught — stripped, punished, and used — by someone who knows exactly how wrong it is.That’s the poison of taboo fantasies — they crawl under your skin, infect your thoughts, and leave you aching to confess. And once you do, I own you. Because once you say it out loud, there’s no taking it back — you belong to your filth now.So, confess to me. Every forbidden itch, every shameful scenario. Because with me, your taboo fantasies aren’t secrets — they’re orders.

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Ebony 844-332-2639 ext 240

The crackling fire cast flickering shadows across your face, highlighting the Lust in your eyes at the campfire. The others were fast asleep, curled in their sleeping bags, oblivious to the tension thickening between us. You shifted closer, the heat of your body rivaling the flames.”I can’t take it anymore,” you murmured, voice raw with need. I smirked, tilting my head. “Take what, exactly?”

Your breath hitched. “You know what.”

Leaning in, I let my fingers graze your wrist. You shuddered. I reveled in your restraint, your hands clenched into fists as if fighting the urge to pull me closer.”Say it,” I whispered against your ear, my lips a ghost of a touch away.Your jaw tightened, and then, barely above a breath, you admitted, “I need you.”

I let the silence stretch, watching you unravel in the anticipation, your pupils blown wide. My fingers trailed down your arm, igniting goosebumps.

“Beg,” I commanded, voice dripping with control.Your body tensed, your need undeniable. “Please…”

A slow smile curved my lips. I leaned in, letting my breath tease your skin.

“Good boy.”

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In the quiet of our shared home with my step-brother, everyone else was fast asleep, their snores a soft symphony that filled the air. I found myself restless, my body buzzing with an insatiable desire. I knew exactly what I wanted, or rather, who I wanted. You, my stepbrother, the one man who could stir such an intense longing within me.

I tiptoed into your room, my heart pounding like a drum, matching the rhythm of my pulsating core. You were sprawled on your bed, the moonlight casting a silver glow on your bare torso. I couldn’t help but admire the way your muscles rippled under your skin. I slipped under the covers, snuggling up against you, my back to your front. Your cock was already hard and ready, poking against my ass. I couldn’t resist the urge to tease you. I wriggled my hips, pressing my ass harder against your dick, eliciting a soft groan from you. Continue reading “My Irresistible Step-Brother” →

The Pain

Posted 4 months ago by Writer

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

The pain was excruciating, each thrust a searing agony that left me gasping for air. I lay there, immobilized, as my stepdad Mark and his friend, a burly man named Vinnie, took turns violating me. I had begged them not to, pleaded for them to stop, but my words fell on deaf ears. Mark had owed Vinnie a significant sum of money, and in a moment of desperation, he had offered me up as collateral. I was so young, naive, and innocent, with no idea what was about to befall me. As Vinnie entered me, I screamed, the sound muffled by his large hand covering my mouth. Mark watched with a satisfied grin, his eyes gleaming with a perverse mix of lust and cruelty. Vinnie grunted as he pounded into me, his thick cock stretching me to the brink of tears. I was in agony, my body screaming for respite, but they showed no mercy.

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Im Begging

Posted 4 months ago by Writer

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

Was begging him, not in the way you might expect, but in the most honest way I could. Could see how lost he was, trapped in a world where nobody seemed to notice the struggle beneath his tough exterior. I didn’t want him to feel weak; I wanted him to feel strong again, the way he used to. But I was begging, desperate for him to see himself for what he truly was.

“Please,” I said softly, “just let go. Let me help you feel like a man again.”

He didn’t speak at first, staring into the distance, avoiding my gaze as though he couldn’t bear to look at me. But I kept begging, and my voice cracked with the weight of it. “You don’t have to hide behind this mask. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not. Just… let me in. Let me show you that you are enough.”

He shook his head, as if rejecting the very idea, but I couldn’t stop begging. “I know you’re in there, the man who deserves to feel proud of himself, the man who has strength to give. Please, let me help you see it. Let me

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I leaned against the cool metal of the locker, my breath still ragged from the intense workout. My gaze lingered on you, Coach, as you finished packing up the equipment. The gym was empty now, the echoes of our team’s cheers and grunts long faded away. My ride was running late, as usual, and I found myself with an unexpected opportunity.
“Coach,” I purred, my voice low and sultry, “I think I need a little extra… coaching.” I watched as your eyes widened, surprise and desire flickering in their depths.
I sauntered over to you, and traced a finger down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. “I’ve been watching you, Coach,” I murmured, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ve seen the way you look at me during practice.” Continue reading “Afterhours with My Coach” →

Stormy Night

Posted 4 months ago by Writer

 

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was a stormy night, the rain pourin’ down in sheets as I sat parked in the deserted lot. I’d been drivin’ around aimlessly, restless and horny as all get out. That’s when I noticed the other car, parked a few spaces over. Through the rain-streaked window, I could make out the silhouette of a man sittin’ inside. An idea struck me, wicked and sudden. With a mischievous grin, I slipped my hand beneath my skirt, my fingers findin’ my damp panties. I rubbed myself through the fabric, bitin’ my lip to stifle a moan. The man in the other car seemed to be watchin’ me, his face obscured by the darkness. Emboldened, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs, kickin’ them off onto the passenger seat.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was our dirty little secret, sneakin’ off to the old oak tree behind the property. That white man, he had me all worked up with them expensive gifts and his fat wallet. But it was that thick, throbbing cock I really craved. When he had me pinned to that tree, his strong hands gripping my flesh, I knew I was in for a ride.

He grabbed a handful of my wild hair, yankin’ my head back. “Fuck, baby. I love me a chocolate bitch in heat,” he groaned, grindin’ his manhood against me.”That’s it, say it! You want me to breed this sweet nigga pussy? Put a baby in yo’ belly?” His words sent shivers down my spine, even as they filled me with shame. I bit my lip, noddin’ frantically as he slid a finger inside me, makin’ me wetter than I’d ever admit. He pushed me to my knees, my face mere inches from his massive white cock. I hesitated for a split second, lookin’

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Ever since you were a young, I have noticed there was something off about you as a boy. Especially since I knew you were a bit different than the average boy, not being interested in sports and action figures… At least not in the “normal” way typical boys would be. I would catch you gawking at the sports players on TV, and telling me how cute each player was. You didn’t care what sport it was. Whatever Daddy put on, you were instantly hypnotized by all that masculine ass across the screen. In your late teen years, Daddy had noticed and overheard our conversations in private. He heard about what you loved about the sports he had switched onto television…

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We are at work, and I noticed the way you looked at me. The nervous glances, the awkward stumbling over words when we were in close proximity. It was flattering, to say the least, but I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of you, my boss, being attracted to me.

I decided to make my move one evening after the store had closed and waited until everyone else had left. I could see the hesitation in your eyes, the internal struggle between your attraction to me and the knowledge that this was not ethical. But I could also see the desire, the hunger that I knew I could satisfy.

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