A Feminization Fairy Tale Role Play.  A long time ago, in a land far away lived a meek and small boy who lived with his father, mother, brother, and sister.  The father expected his sons to grow to be strong and masculine, but Paige did not feel masculine at all.  He felt feminine and delicate.  His father punished him every day to try and teach him to be a man but to no avail.  Paige continued to be gentle and submissive, and subservient.  He was banished to the women’s quarters, where he was teased while being dressed and treated as a girl.  Paige lived in a limbo world and never felt like she fit in anywhere though she wanted too so desperately.

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age-play

Age-Play? – Yes please.

There was once a girl named Stacy. Whose dad was really smitten. He took her away, for a three-year stay, until she got old and boring. And oh, the fun things that happened during those three years.
The way mom dressed you up was all pretty in that sparkling blue dress as your adventure began. The one that made your pretty young eyes and cute dimpled cheeks just pop. The contrast with your bubble gum pink lips, well, it’s hard to know what inspired mom more. The hard-on on you were gonna give daddy, or the fucking that would surely overwhelm your tiny little mouth and still developing cunt. Yes, I said cunt. When you dress like Stacy’s mom dressed Stacy it’s a cunt between your legs, no other word would catch the meaning just so.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Oh, you silly, silly thing. You thought you could keep him all to yourself.  I only wanted to say thank you after our introduction, but you said you’d “handle it.” Did you think keeping him at arm’s length was going to work? You were selfish with a remarkable man, selfish in more ways than I can count. Only being selfish never pays off like you think it will. You ran off the best man, probably the only one who truly understood your black heart. Your arrogant self made many mistakes, but the ultimate misstep was telling him, “Kayla will take care of you.”

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Let It Snow

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It was supposed to be just one episode of our reality trash tv show, and then Joel was going to go home. Only we couldn’t indulge in the drama of other people’s lives without a drink. So one glass turned to two, and two turned to three. The next thing I knew, Joel was in no condition to drive home when our show ended. “I’ll just call an uber.” He slurred at me, and I giggled as I shook my head.

“No way, Jose! It’s snowing so badly out there. You can’t ask anyone to drive in that. So stay here with me tonight and let it snow!”

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

I don’t like to tell this story, but I think if I do, it may save just one little girl or boy from going through what I did. So, I’m going to be brave and tell you about how the grinch stole my virginity. Just like every Christmas eve before, my mom told me to go to bed early so that Santa could come. She would always say, “He knows when you are sleeping, and he won’t bring you any gifts if you are awake.” I didn’t understand why Santa had to be so sneaky or why he didn’t want to be seen, but I tried to go to sleep as she said.

Only I wasn’t tired. I never go to bed early, plus I was so excited about my possible presents that it was nearly painful to close my eyes and lie still, but I tried! I squeezed my pillow tight and closed my eyes, willing the night to pass quickly!

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Naked Alexus stands under the Mistletoe

Shemale Alexus 1844-332-2639 ext 349

Every year doorways are decorated with mistletoe, and people kiss as they pass under it. Some people even use this tradition as a way to break the ice and earn their very first kiss with a special someone, but why? Have you, like me, wondered why we kiss under some spring of leaves? It’s strange, to say the least. I had to look into it!

There are many fambles, as with all ancient traditions, that vary with each culture. The most beautiful one is that a Norse Goddess lost her son to an arrow made of mistletoe. After his passing, she vowed that mistletoe would kiss anyone who passed beneath it so long as it was never used to hurt anyone ever again.

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