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Babysitter Wanted

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

When I saw the ad for a babysitter, I had no idea it would lead me back into Liam’s life. The ad was on a popular fetish site where like-minded individuals can look for play partners. It’s stated that a couple was looking for a part-time sitter for an adult baby diaper lover (ABDL) Male while his girlfriend would be going on dates. The duties would require checking chastity device safety and cleanliness, as well as managing diaper changes and the nighttime bath routine. Easy enough for a pro like me. I texted the number, and the woman asked if I could come over that same night so she could get out of the house for some fun.

They lived close to my apartment, so I got myself ready and used GPS to find their address. When I arrived, I saw the last name on the mailbox and giggled. They had the same name as my old high school flame. It isn’t a common name, and I guess that should have clued me in, but I walked to the door blindly.

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Please dont touch my cock!

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As a new trans person, sometimes I get nervous I won’t be welcomed in the women’s locker room at the gym. My cock is still threatening to unsuspecting women, and my breasts don’t seem to soften their feelings toward me. So I’m still stuck waiting until it looks like no one is in the men’s locker room and rushing to shower and get out before someone pops in.

I had to get to work after my workout but didn’t have time to drive all the way home to shower. So I needed to use the men’s locker room, even if someone was already in there. When I knocked, no one answered. If I were quick, maybe things would be okay!

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Daddy’s Dick

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Anyone who claims they don’t love their daddy’s dick is a total liar. I’m a full-fledged daddy’s girl, and I have been for as long as I can remember. He loves it when I get really dirty with him because I always make sure I please him before myself.

My daddy’s dick is the first one I ever had and the one I still crave the most. We have a lot of hot daddies here at Tomsin too. Especially dominant ones, which are my favourite. I feel so loved with them because when I take care of their cocks, they take care of me in return. They even give me hot toys and make sure that I always have the best time with them, as long as I stay in line. I always do because I love being a good girl.
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Feeding My Stepbrother His Lunch

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“Belle, come on! Please! I’ve asked you four times already.” Ray whined from the doorway to my room. My little stepbrother knew better than to enter my domain without being invited. “I’m so hungry. Please, can you fix me lunch, already?” My eyes rolled, and my finger kept scrolling through obnoxious TikToks. I wasn’t going to feed the gremlin again!

“And I told you four times.” I glanced up to give him an ugly stare. “I’m fucking busy. Make something yourself.” He stomped his foot like tha fucking baby he is and mumbled something about calling mom to compaline. I pushed my earbuds back into my ears and ignored the rest of his endless rant. Or at least I did until a text from my mom popped up to interrupt my scrolling.

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Dystopian

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The year is 2050, welcome to Dystopian Patriarchia.  Men control everything now.  They make all the laws and determine the fate of women and effeminate men.  Now every family is required to own a Pet.  Pets are procured through women and petite effeminate men who don’t meet the masculinity standards of today’s society.  A woman is required to marry by the age of 20 and if she does not, she is collected and sent to the Feminine Management Bureau for Petification and homing.  Women who marry must either become the family Pet or find a suitable Pet for the family.  There also exists a bounty for the capture and delivery of any effeminate man.  They undergo their own transformation to becoming family Pets.

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Candy Girls provide everything that you need and more. We are sex whisperers. That means that we know exactly what you need and how to give it to you. We all have our specialties. You can read about them in our bios. And I really hope that you’re reading our blogs. They divulge a lot. You will learn about who we are, and what we can give you.

As for me, I thrive on what turns you on. It really doesn’t matter what it is. If it turns you on, it turns me on. I want to hear about it. I enjoy many different fetishes. Hearing about yours  gets me so aroused. You can tell me anything. Your secrets are safe with me. I love that so many of you feel comfortable enough to share your innermost thoughts with me. I’m honored and I don’t take it lightly. I know it’s not always that easy. But I love getting to know you. And getting lost with you, deep in a sexy roleplay.

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Peggy

Posted 2 months ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

In the privacy of my luxurious penthouse, I stood tall in my stilettos, commanding attention in my sheer lingerie. My gaze fell on Peggy, a man of power and prestige, yet here, in my domain, he was just a man with an insatiable desire. “Take off your clothes, Peggy,” I demanded, my voice laced with authority. “You know the drill.”

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Only for you, Cory,” he replied, shedding his expensive suit, revealing his toned body. His dick stood at attention, eager and ready. I walked over to my collection of toys, my fingers tracing over the various sizes. I picked up a large, black dildo, turning to face Peggy. His eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement. “You’re going to love this,” I promised, my voice dripping with seduction.

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Is this my payback? As if I weren’t already dealing with enough. I get into a car accident. FML. WTF? I can’t let my parents find out. They will be so mad. I feel like they will take my car. I need it and it’s still drivable. But it’s in their name and so is the insurance. I know my parents feel like I’m the worst. My sister and brother never caused them as much stress as I have. So I begged the guy that I hit not to call the cops. He was so mad at me. But he agreed. Because I told him that my parents would take care of everything. I didn’t know what else to do. Now I’m panicked because he’s demanding my parents’ phone number. And he’s saying he’s going to sue me if it doesn’t get taken care of ASAP. I was trying to buy some time. So I told him that my parents wanted to come talk to him. But now he’s expecting my parents. And I’m going to show up alone. I have no idea how I’m going to get myself out of this one.

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It’s Easter Sunday and we’re alone, just the way I like it. I’m a petite, bratty woman, and you’re my submissive male plaything. I’ve always loved having power over you, and today is no exception.

“Hey, slut,” I greet you, a smirk playing on my lips. “I’ve got a little surprise for you.” You look at me, confusion etched on your face. “What is it, Mercedes?”

I hold up a pair of bunny ears, panties and a tail buttplug, dangling them in front of your face. “I thought you could wear these for me. You know, to get into the Easter spirit.” You blush, looking down at the floor. “But, Mercedes, I don’t think I can wear those in front of my family.”

I step closer to you, my body pressing against yours. “Oh, come on, don’t be such a party pooper. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Continue reading “Easter Humiliation” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Howdy guys, I’m back with another wild story from college life. Last weekend, I got London Bridged at this crazy party over at the grad student dorms. I mean, I’m still a sophomore but my friend Lucy’s older sis is in the grad program, so she hooked us up.

The minute we walked in, I was vibing the energy – sick beats, people dancing, beer pong tables set up everywhere. Lucy grabbed us some Natty Lites from the keg stand and we made our way into the crowd. I was feeling hawt in this tiny crop top and booty shorts combo.

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