Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 463

Everyone knows that when that special friend calls after two in the morning, it’s officially known as a booty call. And that’s just what Nick did with me one night. I was sleeping and dreaming peacefully in my bed when all of a sudden, I was woken up by the phone ringing. I answered it and it was Nick. He asked if I was awake or busy and asked if he would come over.

I knew exactly what he wanted. Just the sound of his voice makes my pussy pulse and get wet. I told him I was just sleeping, but he could still come over. He said he’d be there in an hour. That was just enough time to get all sexyfied. I put on a silky purple teddy and a little bit of make up and made my hair look just as silky. It was down and wavy and I was ready.

I heard him knock on the door and just yelled down that he could come in and up to my room. I was sitting in bed, covered in my blankets. He didn’t even make it to my bed before he started stripping off his clothes.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

Don’t you just love fucking against the wall sometimes? I got out of a coffee house late one night where one of the patrons randomly met me and then followed me outside. He was so attractive and as soon as he came up to me, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. That’s when he threw me up against the wall.

He ran his hands through my hair and kissed my lips passionately. That’s when he moved down to my neck and then breasts, nibbling and biting the whole way down. I was wearing a tank top, and he pulled the straps down my shoulder so he could get better access me to titties. Lucky for him I wasn’t wearing a bra today.

He groped and grabbed at my titties, and it felt so amazing. Quickly he spun me around, so I was facing the wall with my hands against the wall, and I think I knew what was coming. I think some ass play was on its way, and I was so ready for it; I was begging for it.

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Weaving a Web of Lies

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Weaving a web of lies isn’t so difficult when your victim seeks the trap. It starts so simply. They know they are seeking a connection, just a feeling of being seen by another human, if only for a moment. And when that spark ignites, it’s easy to forget you’ve paid for the flame.

Lean into your delusions as I stroke your ego and soothe your stressors. It’s easy to keep falling when falling feels so good. Then one day, when the lust fog clouding your eyes clears, you realize everything was a lie, and there is no way out of the web I wove.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I love to play with little boys and little toys, but today, I get to be his little toy. Normally I’m the bossy slut who orders the little boys around, but I’m going to be the submissive one today. His name was Tony, and he told me that he would turn me into a really good submissive little pet!

I walked into Tony’s living room, ready to be told what to do. First, I had to strip off my clothes. So first came the tank top, and then came the short little skirt, both hit the floor. That left me standing in my red bra and matching thong, with white knee-high stockings. I didn’t want to be naked, so I begged Tony to let me stay in my lingerie, and he agreed.

I looked so sexy standing in my lingerie, but I still felt so vulnerable. He handed me a bedazzled red collar and matching leash and put them around my neck.

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Oh My Gourd

Oh my gourd

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I may be a white bitch, but I’m not your typical white bitch. Sure, I love a good pumpkin patch trip in October like the rest of them, but my intent is much different. I dragged my simp to the local pumpkin patch and forced him to walk around the options.

We were looking for a medium-sized gourd. Not too big, not too small. I was partial to the snowball pumpkins, but for some reason, every time I held one up to his crotch, he would look around in sheer panic. “Oh my God, Mistress, stop.”

“How will we know it’s the right size if I don’t test it?”

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

What’s the best thing about being a sissy? That’s hard to say because there are different types of sissies, and each of them are individuals! But today, we are going to talk about teasing and denying.

I love teasing daddy a lot. Just the other day I tried on a bunch of sexy Halloween costumes for him. I couldn’t figure out which one to wear to the neighbor’s Halloween party, and who knows better than daddy! He never lies to me, and he always tells me how sexy I look.

I had four costumes to try out, and I did a sexy little fashion show for him. I was a sexy witch, a sexy feline, a catholic school uniform and lastly, a sexy nurse in latex uniforms. Daddy chose the nurse uniform, of course.

Each time I stepped out, I flaunted my goodies in his face and his lap a few times. I did some twirls and bent over, so he could see my panties, but I wasn’t wearing panties in my last try-out. That really got daddy’s engine going.

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Trapped In The Graveyard

Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Thick fog coiled around my ankles. I kicked the whisps away from my knee-high black boots and adjusted the backpack on my shoulder. Katie and Tommy dared me to spend Halloween Night in the oldest graveyard in town. It’s a hidden-away little plot with broken tombstones and this two-foot-high fence that does nothing to keep people out. The rusted fence may have had a purpose when the graves were dug, but now the rumors about the ghosts who live there are what keep people far away from the secluded site.

The beam of my flashlight bounces to and fro as I step over the small barrier. My skin prickled immediately from the temperature change. Fog no longer swirled on this side of the fence; it was far too cold. “I shouldn’t be here.” A whisper of a thought echoed in my mind, but I wasn’t one to back down from a dare. I’d show Katie and Tommy that the rumors were stupid. Obviously, ghosts aren’t real.

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Sleep Paralysis Demon

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Imagine yourself as a young man with a horrifying, repeated experience. One that no one believes is true. Robbie hadn’t started masturbating when I latched onto him. His innocence drew me in. His dreams were all sweet as sugar, and I longed to taint them. When he’d fallen into the deepest sleep state, I slithered over his sleeping body and seeped into his skin—taking hold of his limbs and pinning them down. This was always my favorite part because his eyes would spring open and he’d watch me, immobile as I took from him what every sleep paralysis demon wants most.

His seed.

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Gossiping Ghouls

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The party was in full swing, and you know how lips start to loosen when the drinks are flowing. I was on my way to the kitchen to refill my solo cup when I heard tittering. You know the kind? The not-so-hushed giggles of overindulgent mean girls who think no one can hear the awful things they say about people right in front of them. “Ew, there SHE is.” One blurted to the hunched-over group staring at me. “I hear she, like, has a cock and stuff.”

“Oh my God, yeah.” Another of the polished ghouls cackled. “My brother has gym with her and he says they make her use the boys locker room so he’s seen her dick!”

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

The Becketts’ Haunted Mansion has been a tradition for several years now. I wasn’t able to make it last year. Every year they select students that they want to help. They take it very seriously. The students that choose to participate have to go to their house for orientation, training, and rehearsal. Then they have to commit to volunteer every weekend of October. This year they chose me! At first, I didn’t know if I could handle the time commitment with my job. But they told me that they wanted me to be an evil Raggedy Ann doll. They told me that I was perfect for the part, and that I looked so much like Raggedy Ann, and no one else would cut it. So I finally agreed to do it. I have to admit that it sounded like a lot of fun.

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