Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stretch out on the wet grass, my skirt hiked up around my hips. The scent of my moistened panties wafts up, a heady aroma that excites me. I toss my head back, relishing the cool air against my heated skin as I part my thighs.

These are my favorite moments, when I’m alone and can indulge in my secret desires. I’m not ashamed of the perverse cravings that drive me, the urge to expose my most intimate secrets to those who crave them as much as I do.

My fingers dance along the elastic waistband, slipping beneath to tease the damp fabric. I breathe in deeply, the musky scent of my arousal mingling with the earthy tang of the grass.

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A Cuckold Anniversary

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Ray and I were out celebrating one year of wedded bliss. His fingers interlocked with mine over the romantic dinner table. Several tall pillar candles flickered between us, and his face looked so happy as he talked about all of his favorite moments over the past year. It was sweet and so dull. My gaze wandered and clashed with another man’s. he was leaning against the bar in a tailored suit. The sharp line of his beard had my thighs rubbing together under the table, just itching to feel the whiskers tickle me there. He grinned as if he could hear my thoughts from way over there and tipped his head toward the restroom.

It was an order I couldn’t refuse. I pryed my fingers from Ray’s and stood up without a word. Leaving him hanging in mid-sentence to watch me walk between the tables and disappear into the hallway leading to the restrooms.

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I never knew he loved to sniff my panties until that day. He wasn’t expecting me home early. I caught him with one pair wrapped around his dripping cock and another pair in his face. He was so wrapped up in them that he never even knew I was there and saw him. But things were never the same after that. I had been renting a room from them for several months. Now it all made sense. My panties had been disappearing. I had no idea he was taking them. But watching him suck on them and cum all over them was a total turn on. She was my friend and had no idea that her husband was jerking off with my panties. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to give him more and more of what he wanted. So I started cumming really hard in them and leaving them where he could easily find them. Then I would spy on him. It was so arousing to watch him get so excited. He was obsessed. Each time was more intense than the last. And not only for him. The more intense his orgasm was, the more intense mine was.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I want to smother my lover with my big, luscious titties. Yes, you heard that right, and I know you’re already getting turned on just by reading this. I’m not ashamed of my desires, and I’m here to embrace them fully.

Today is the day he’s coming over. He’s been anticipating this moment, and so have I. We’ve been texting all day, exchanging naughty messages about what we’re going to do to each other.

As soon as he walks through the door, I pull him close and wrap my arms around him. I can feel his excitement as he presses his body against mine. We kiss passionately, our tongues intertwining, and I can’t help but grind my hips against him.

“Smother you with my titties?” I whisper seductively in his ear.

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Amber Chaperons Alexus' Professional Hypno-Therapy

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Playing in one’s mind can be a perilous game. For the boy who granted access, that is. Russel came to me a while back because he’d fallen into a trap. He allowed a wicked Mistress into his mind, and she planted triggers, making it impossible for him to date. He was nervous around women and thought that if hypnosis got him into that situation, just maybe it could also get him out.

On my couch, he found utter relaxation. His mind welcomed me in, and I made it my playground. Erasing some triggers, planting new ones, and making him my toy while his mind was putty between my fingers. Russel, however, began to question the professionalism of our sessions after going home to find cum in his pants after every therapy hour.

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Under The Blanket

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Friday nights are for high school football! My girls and I got all dressed up for the game; you never know who’ll be in the stands. I was wearing a tiny denim skirt with my Converse and a little crop top that showed off my midriff. It seemed like the whole town came out for the game. The stands were packed with hollering parents and cheering teenagers.

My group of girls found a spot high up on the bleachers where we could look down over everyone and watch the hot players smash into each other. The sun slowly sank behind the trees, and the bright lights came on overhead. I started to rub my arms, as the sun’s rays were no longer keeping me warm; my barely there outfit was doing nothing to ward off the fall chill. Chad must have seen my attempt at warming up and decided to make a move.

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For as long as I can remember, you’ve been different than other boys. Your voice was always a little softer, more feminine. Your mannerisms are more gentile. It wasn’t long before people started to talk. Mentioning how my son might be a faggot. I’m not one of those moms who would be ashamed of a gay son, but I wanted to do everything I could for you.

Baby, I had to do it to save you from the cruel and harsh treatments of this world! People would bully you if Mommy didn’t try to make you straight. It was just as hard for me that first night I came into your room and told you I would help you. There was so much fear in your face when I told you to take down your pants.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I posed, alone on stage in the darkness, waiting for the music to build. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest as the steps of my routine played over and over in my head. I’d practiced a thousand times, but this would be my first performance. I could hear the gravelly tones of men talking in hushed voices until the spotlight flicked over my body, making me the only thing visible in the room. Then, a hush fell over the crowd as the bright light above highlighted my luscious curves. The music swelled, and my hips swayed to the beat. Rhythmically. Hypnotically.

I faced the crowd expecting… I don’t know what. Horny men jerking off? Piles of cash being flung at my feet? I’m not sure what I expected, but darkness wasn’t it. My head bowed, chin tucked to my shoulder as I reached behind me to pull the strings of my top. The bodice floated to the floor, and cheers reached my ears. I wasn’t alone at all.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Mmm, I can still feel the warmth of Bull’s thick cock as he emptied his massive load deep inside me. He fucked me so hard and deep, stretching my tight pussy to its limits, before filling me to the brim with his hot seed. Now, I turn to you, my pathetic cuck, with a wicked grin.

“Come on, Cuck, clean it up,” I purr, running a finger through the creamy mess coating my inner thighs. “You know you can’t resist the opportunity to taste what’s yours…even if it’s been claimed by another man.”

I spread my legs wide, exposing my dripping cunt to your hungry gaze. You can’t help but salivate at the sight, your eyes glued to the evidence of Bull’s conquest. “Go on, lap it up like the good little cuck you are,” I coo, encouraging your obedience.

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Casual Kevin

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Kevin and I, we’d been “casual” for a few weeks, which in the real world meant “hooking up whenever his girlfriend, Honey, was out of town or at her pottery class.” My apartment was literally next door, so the commute was minimal, the discretion even less so. We both knew it was a terrible idea, but his charm was a potent, morally bankrupt force, and my willpower was…well, let’s just say it was on sabbatical.

This particular Tuesday, Honey was supposedly at a weekend-long retreat for artisanal candle makers. Kevin, ever the opportunist, had texted me at 10 AM. By 10:30, I was letting myself into his place, the familiar scent of his expensive coffee and my own impending bad decisions hanging in the air. We’d started in the kitchen, migrated to the sofa, and eventually, in a moment of utter, ill-advised passion, found ourselves butt naked, fucking on the bathroom floor.

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