Category: fetish phone sex

Fall For Francie xXx 844-332-2639 xXx 208

Honestly, it’s fucking pathetic. You motion for me to sit on your lap and whisper foul things in your ear. With every degrading, humiliating word that spills from my pretty pouted lips, your dumb dick gets harder and harder. Oh, does the addicted loser wanna touch it? Rub it? It isn’t like it’s big enough for you to actually stroke it.

Handsex is the only kind of sex you’ll ever get, so I hope you’re good and used to it. It’s drizzle some lube over your pencil-thin nub and get to work. The longer you edge, the more money I make.

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My First Crush

Posted 8 hours ago by Tara

Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

My first crush lived down the street from me, and back then, seeing him felt like the most exciting part of my week. Every time he smiled at me, my stomach would flip. He had this calm, gentle energy that made me feel safe and nervous at the same time.

Some nights, after everyone in the house had gone to sleep, I would quietly sneak out my window just to see him. I still remember the cool night air, the sound of my footsteps trying not to make noise, and the excitement building in my chest as I walked toward his house.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

You’re in BIG trouble, Mister! Look what I found on the living room floor! The diaper I put on you just a few minutes ago was lying all ripped up like some wild beast shredded it off you! Now, I know you don’t like your diapers, baby, but you have to wear them. But, I understand that you can’t be trusted to keep it on like a good boy, so Mommy is going to put on a fresh diaper and push your hands into these big baby gloves.

Do you know the kind that keeps babies from scratching? These ones are special, though! They have locks at the wrist, so I can connect your hands behind your back and keep you from taking off your diaper! Of course, that’s all better, isn’t it? I know you won’t be able to squirm out of the new diaper now!

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Victor was the golden boy of the firm, wearing perfectly tailored suits, a charming, self-assured smile, and a professional mask that I itched to dismantle. Our flirting had become a ritual of microscopic transgressions. A lingering touch when I handed him a file, a double-entendre whispered during a budget meeting, the way he would lean in just a fraction too close, and how his pupils would dilate when I caught his eye. He thought he was the hunter, but he had no idea he was walking straight into a web.

Last Friday, I finally dropped the bait. I left a small, cream-colored envelope on his desk with nothing but my home address, a time (9:00 PM) and a lipstick print in my signature shade of red. He had commented on it the week before, saying it was “Beautiful,” so I knew he would recognize that the note was from me.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains; casting a warm, dappled pattern across the rumpled sheets of our bed. It was one of those rare, quiet Sundays where the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us wrapped in the lazy haze of midday.

I leaned against the headboard, watching him sleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was the only sound in the room, save for the soft rustle of the linen every time you shifted. A stray lock of hair fell across his forehead, and I reached across the small distance between us.

Slowly, so as not to wake him, my fingertips barely brushed his cheek; tracing the line of his jaw with a featherlight touch. Trailing my fingers up, I gently brushed the hair off of his forehead. His skin was warm, radiating a comforting heat that seemed to draw me closer. He let out a contented sigh, shifting toward my touch as a faint smile touched the corners of his lips.

I watched as his eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep and dark with a quiet affection that always makes my heart skip. He didn’t speak; instead, he

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Lick Me

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I need a man who can lick me like no other. They’re always the best kind of men to have in your little black book. Especially when they know how to lick me until I cum. One thing that every man needs to learn, in order to keep the women is his life happy, is the proper way to eat pussy. Because if you know how to lick me I’ll never leave.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I was walking through the park when I saw him. He was leaning against a black iron lamp post, looking like he’d been dragged out of a noir film. Trench coat, brooding features, and eyes like shards of obsidian. As I moved past him, he tracked me with his gaze. “You’re going to get soaked,” he said. “I like the rain,” I replied, slowing my pace.

“So do I,” he said with a smirk. The first drop hit, then a dozen more, followed by a sudden, heavy downpour. We both retreated into an empty alcove just as the downpour turned torrential. He gave me a cheeky grin, but wasted no time. When he kissed me, it wasn’t gentle. It was more like a collision of teeth and heat that tasted like impending ruin. His hands found my waist, pulling me so hard against him that I felt the solid line of his cock hardening through his pants.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The moment he stepped across the threshold of my apartment, his gaze fixed firmly on the floorboards as if they held the secrets to his inevitable surrender. I sat reclined in my leather chair, watching him with a calculated stillness that seemed to draw the breath right out of his lungs. It’s always fun, being hired to ruin a powerful man. I knew full well that he craved the structure I provided more than he craved his own autonomy.

His movements were awkward and hesitant, like a silent plea for acknowledgement written across his flushed features. I tapped my fingers against the arm of my chair and demanded he look me in the eye. As his chin slowly tilted upward, I saw the raw, exposed vulnerability that flickered behind his tired eyes. He was mine in every sense of the word. A polished instrument of devotion that required my constant, firm guidance to function at peace.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna was seeing a business man. At first, he spoiled her rotten with gifts, and flowers and attention like no one had ever before. He was a filthy degenerate of a fetishist, and she fulfilled his every single need.

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probably a CEO

Posted 1 week ago by Stella

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I don’t even look up from my laptop as I hear the hesitation in his footsteps. I know exactly the type of man who is standing on the other side of my mahogany door. It’s a man of stature, probably a CEO or a surgeon. Someone who spends his days forcing the world to bend to his will. Here; however, he is anything but.

“Come in,” I say, calmly. His posture is already collapsing into the familiar slouch of a man desperate to be relieved of his own authority. He is shaking, just slightly. I love that tremor. It’s the sound of a man discovering that the weight of the world is too heavy and he’s finally found someone who can crush him under it. And, boy, do I love crushing a man.

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