Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 207
Some Sissy’s are more impressive than others. They know precisely how to be the best girls for Momma and make me so proud. Heidi is one of the best! The hottest lil sissy girl who isn’t afraid to be a sexy little slut for me.
Her magic closet is filled with many hot outfits for her to try on for me. When she dresses up and models her lingerie for me, I get so turned on. But I’m not the only one! Heidi’s panties always get so wet for me when we dress her up!
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Lick those lips and prep those fingers, my little pervert piggy. Your pathetically throbbing erection is quivering in your hand, waiting for my divine command. Well, you got it. I allow you to continue your degrading self-pleasure.
Now, stroke that pinky prick with force, faster, faster you filthy worm! You know you’re nothing more than a set of balls and a dick for me to drain. Your only purpose in my presence is to make me money. You’re one of my top clients after all. I should be flattered, shouldn’t I?
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Sean isn’t the kind of boy who stands up for himself. He’s a bit of a nerd and very shy. Obviously, I was upset when he came home with a black eye. “What the fuck happened to your face?” I asked as I cradled his soft cheek and turned his head side to side. Of course, he told me it was nothing, just a boy at school.
A boy at school, my ass. This was unacceptable! It took a while before Sean finally gave me the boy’s name, but when he did, I was relieved that I knew his Father. I’d just call him up and get this all settled. No one was going to bully my boy.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
It was a three hour flight. But I needed that time to study my lines. Luckily first class was empty. I had it all to myself. Or so I thought. A sexy gentleman rushed in last minute.
Once up in the air, I ordered a drink. Then I got comfy and grabbed my script. I had gotten a small, recurring role on a soap opera. It had been a lifelong dream. So I was beyond excited. But I was very nervous at the same time. Then I overheard the gentleman talking to the flight attendant. He was also in the film industry. This piqued my curiosity. So I looked over to see if I recognized him. He caught me looking. I was so embarrassed. I’m sure he could tell. He smiled and winked. I felt my heart flutter and my pussy tingle. Who was this this sexy man, I wondered. I just had to know.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
The stranger at the bar was my boyfriend. It was his idea. “Let’s play pretend tonight,” he said. “You be you—but act like you’ve never met me.” He told me where to meet him: a dark lounge tucked in the corner of the city, moody lighting, velvet booths. I walked in like I didn’t belong to anyone. Red lips, black heels, no bra under my silk blouse.
He was sitting at the bar, one hand around a whiskey glass, the other draped casually across his lap. He didn’t even glance at me at first. When he did, his eyes lit up with pure hunger. “You here alone?” he asked, voice low, dangerous. “For now,” I answered, sliding onto the stool beside him.
He bought me a drink. Let his hand graze my thigh as we talked about everything and nothing. My heart was racing—and I knew we were both fighting the urge to drop the act. But it made everything hotter.
Thirty minutes later, we stumbled into a hotel room like we’d just met. He pushed me against the door, yanked my blouse open, and kissed me like he didn’t know my name. He fucked me rough, like Continue reading “The Stranger at the Bar Was My Boyfriend”
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Bad men need a supplier. Sometimes the things that turn us on are frowned upon. Even illegal. That makes the hunt for what you want so much more frustrating, but look no further, baby. I’ve got the goods.
I’ve told you before, my house is the one everyone flocks to. All ages be hanging out, all hours of the day and night. It’s as if their parents don’t have a clue where they are, or worse, as if they don’t even care. That makes it so much easier for me to convince those abandoned little sweethearts to do things they don’t want to. They’ll do anything I say for a bit of parental love and affection. Can you see how that would make me the best supplier?
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Baby, I wanna play hooky with you. Today, as I woke up and started my morning routine to head to work, all I could think about was crawling back under the warm covers and pulling you close to me. I yearned to feel your naked body pressed against mine, our hips and thighs intertwined as we breathed in the scent of our mixed perspiration.
I wanted to skip out on my responsibilities and obligations for a day, to spend it exploring every inch of your tantalizing skin instead. Thinking about running my fingers over your chiseled abs and up your strong arms. I longed to lock my lips with yours, plunging my tongue into your mouth to taste you deeply.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
I know what it’s like when you want to masturbate but can’t find the RIGHT video or photo. You are rock hard, lazily stroking with one hand, waiting for something to trigger you. Your finger is continuously scrolling nonstop through the void of pussy and ass. You crave that one image that will spike lust into your balls and make you bust. But it gets harder and harder to find the more you look.
Well, stop right here. I am what you need to edge to. You know you want to. The desire and lust are right there for you to indulge in. Edge to me!
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
You were lying on the couch, minding your own business, when I waltzed in. “Baby, can you help Mama with something?” I’m pretty sure I saw your eyes roll, which seems to be your constant state with me lately. We used to be so close, and now you’re constantly annoyed with me. I needed to find a way to bring us close again, and I think I found a way. I turned my back toward you and leaned over the arm of the couch a bit, flipping up my dress to expose my round ass in the tiny pink thong.
“Mom! What the hell?” You ask, bolting up right, but I noticed you can’t look away.
“Is there a tag in my panties? Something is poking me and it’s so annoying but I can’t find it. Can you look for me?”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Ah the sights and sounds of a Scottish wedding – the bagpipes, the rustle of tartan kilts, the clink of glasses of whisky. And of course, the dashing groom and his handsome hulking groomsmen, all clad in those fetching kilts. Little did I know that I would have a chance encounter with one of these strapping lads and indulge in some kilty pleasures of my own…
It was during the reception, after several drams of the good stuff. I found myself chatting and laughing with Cormac, one of the groomsmen. He was utterly charming, with a brogue that made my knees weak. We snuck off to a quiet corner for some fresh air…and what started as stolen kisses soon turned into heated groping. I couldn’t help but reach under his kilt to feel what he was packing. Oh my, the Scots certainly know how to wear a kilt!