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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I was waiting for my date to show up, when I heard the rumble of an engine in the distance. As soon as he pulled into my driveway, I barely registered the man in the helmet as someone I actually knew. My attention was elsewhere. My eyes were locked on his motorcycle. It was a matte-black cafe racer, with silver accents that caught the fading light in all the right places.

I found myself walking toward it before I realized what I was doing, as I reached out with my fingers hovered just inches from the tank. The surface was warm from the residual heat of the engine. It felt like touching something alive. I traced the line of the steel frame and sighed. It was a masterpiece, meant for speed and dominance, but I felt a strange, heady rush of desire. Not for the man who rode it, but for the machine itself.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

He was so pathetic. Panting and whining, begging for my attention. The way he was right now, he’d do anything I told him. I wasn’t in the mood to indulge his pleading. I nodded to the chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” My voice practically whips him into obeying. He scrambled to sit in the chair, and looked at me with glistening eyes.

“Take off your pants and spread your legs.” My voice still held the commanding tone. He nodded and wriggled out of his clothing. He spread his legs, but hid himself with his hands. I made a loud click with my high heel on the wood floor. “Did I say you could hide? Move your hands and show me.”

His face bloomed crimson and his eyes dropped to the ground. Pulling his hands slowly back, he revealed his cock. Already standing at attention and begging for attention. Just like his mouth had been earlier. “Look at that little thing. You really expect me to like such a pathetic nub?” A strangled noise came from his throat as his little cock twitched.

“Touch yourself.” I said, moving to sit in the chair across from him. His hand… Continue reading “A Good Little Boy” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Joseph knew the rules about keeping his play area tidy after quiet time, yet the room looked as though a tornado had spontaneously passed through it. As soon as he saw me standing in the doorway, Joseph huddled in the corner with his hands crossed over his thick, crinkly diaper. It appeared as if he was trying to summon a look of false indifference, but we both knew he couldn’t fool Mama Cory.

Disciplinarian was never a role that I enjoyed, but it was an essential tether to the boundaries that kept Joseph and my other ABDL’s feeling safe and structured within their sessions. As I knelt down to his level, I could see his pulse in his throat, which was a clear indication that the initial bravado of his rebellion was rapidly fading into the realization of the consequences that were about to inevitably follow his actions.

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Sniffing

Posted 6 days ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Ethan took pride in himself for being the world’s most curious roommate. If something seemed out of place he had to investigate one Saturday while helping with laundry he smelt something that he never smelled before. As he was looking around And sniffing for the smell, he noticed a tiny lavender pair of panties hanging out of the basket. He started

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Ronald is successful and entirely too confident for his own good. He sits alone at the mahogany bar, swirling a strong drink, vibrating with the kind of arrogance that begs to be shattered. What he doesn’t seem to realize (yet, anyway) is that I know exactly what men crave. They crave the illusion of control, right up until the moment I strip it away.

As I slide onto the stool beside him, his gaze instantly drops to my legs. I see the spark in his eyes and know that he’s looking at my shiny black pantyhose. As I shift my weight and cross my legs, the faint hiss of fabric rubbing against fabric is audible only to us. The sound mimics the tightening of a knot.

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Cock Tease

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I love being a cock tease to all my foot lovers out there. You all must be excited since it’s your favourite time of year, sandal season. How hot is it when your summer is filled with sexy toes on display? Since I’m a naughty cock tease I wear sexy sandals every chance I can get to drive all the foot lovers in my town wild.

I love wearing sandals all summer and you have to admit that you’ve never seen feet quite as sexy as mine. They’re perfect for sandals, flip flops or even heels. But most importantly, they’re perfect for your cock. Close your eyes and picture them for me. My feet are petite, have high arches, are always super smooth, and make for the best foot jobs.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The soft glow of my bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room. The silence was broken only by the quiet hum of the open phone line against my ear. I listened intently, catching the slight, ragged catch in your breath. It was a delicious kind of distance, one that I intended to bridge with nothing but the slow, deliberate cadence of my voice.

“Close your eyes,” I murmured, leaning back against the pillows; my tone dripping with a heavy, unhurried warmth. “I want you to imagine I’m right there in the room with you. Feel the weight of my gaze on your skin. Tracing the line of your shoulders. Watching the way your chest rises and falls.”

I paused, letting the silence stretch, giving you time to settle into the sheer anticipation. “Now, take your right hand. Place it flat against your chest. Feel how fast your heart is beating for me? Good. Hold it there for a moment.”

A low, breathless sound escaped your lips, a tiny vibration that sent a corresponding thrill straight through me. I shifted, the sheets rustling around my bare legs, imagining the heat of your body matching mine.

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Caleb's Fantasy Hitman

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“I hate her,” Caleb growled as he shoved open the door. I followed him with soft steps. He dropped his briefcase and shook out of his suit jacket. I laced my fingers around his, pulling him in close to my body. Then lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his palm. Our eyes met, and my tongue swirled over the gold band on his ring finger. My lips parted, and I sucked his ring finger along my tongue. When my lips sealed around the band and my teeth grazed it from his finger, his dark eyes grew lusty.

“I’ll end her for you.” My words were syrupy thick after I spat the wedding ring across the kitchen, and his hands slipped around my waist. He tugged my body tight to his, and I could feel how hard his cock was at the idea.

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Legs Contest

Posted 1 week ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood center stage, as the hardwood beneath my heels vibrated with the roar of the crowd. My focus; however, remained entirely on the panel of judges. Specifically, after weeks of studying him in preparation for today, I was focused on Arthur Vane.

Vane may have been a leg contest connsoeur, but he didn’t care about muscle tone or athletic symmetry. It turned out, he had a singular, obsessive weakness…the tactile, liquid sheen of high denier hosiery. Here’s the thing, guys. The winner of the contest was to be awarded a 1 year contract with a top modeling agency, so of course I wanted to win. I needed it!

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A Boy's First Boob

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 While everyone can agree that breastfeeding is the most beneficial form of feeding for little ones, not many can agree on how long it is best to breastfeed. Some say only a few months are needed. Others think that continuing breastfeeding for the first few years of life sets the baby up for healthy, strong bones, but what of the bond?

There is a magical connection that happens between Mother and baby during breastfeeding. A bond that I personally don’t think should end just because the baby is capable of eating solid foods. In fact, I think that grown men could see enormous benefits in still breastfeeding today.

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