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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Ah, the whispers. They follow me, rustling through the market stalls, fluttering down cobbled streets. “La Française,” they hiss, as if my origin were a mark of evil itself. “That tramp. She’s a lady of the night, you know.” And then the little tittering laughs, like dry leaves moving across the pavement.

Me? I just tuck a rogue curl behind my ear, adjust the scarf I found near the canal – a surprisingly chic silk, mind you – and flash them a smile. A wide, toothy grin that usually makes them flinch. Because, mon chéri, they’re right. Every last word of it. They call me Stella. Or sometimes, if they’re feeling particularly brave and convinced of their own moral superiority, “that hussy.” I don’t mind. A name is a name, and a hussy, well, a hussy knows how to live.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

In the early days, before we truly peeled back the layers of each other, his fascination with my past was almost insatiable. It wasn’t a judgmental interrogation, but a soft, probing quest for intimacy, as if understanding my pussy’s history was the key to understanding me.

“Your First boyfriend. What was his name?” he’d ask, his voice a low hum against my ear as we lay tangled in sheets, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. I told him, a name I hadn’t thought of in years. He listened, rapt. Then, “How old were you when you fucked him for the first time?” His eyes searched mine, not for shock value, but for the story behind the number.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, what should I do?” Those words just kept playing over and over again, through my head. We had fallen hard for each other. I had known each him for quite some time. But after his wife broke his heart, one thing led to another. And our professional relationship crossed the line. I was in deep. He had invited me to a luxury beachfront resort for the weekend. I couldn’t believe that he had gotten us a private cabana! We were having the most amazing evening. Dinner at the rooftop restaurant was so romantic. Then we took a quick dip in the private pool. We had to quickly retreat back into our cabana and our personal hot tub because of his raging boner. And before I knew it, the hot tub jets were sending me into complete ecstasy. That’s when all of a sudden, he asked if we could talk about his fetish. I had completely forgotten about his fetish! It’s as if my brain was on rewind and I saw it all over again. Our whirlwind romance had clouded my mind with too much dopamine. But he had indeed mentioned a fetish.

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Casual Kevin

Posted 3 days ago by Cory

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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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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

The only way you’re getting into my panties, sissy, is my doing my laundry.  First, I’m going to dress you in a proper service outfit.  You’re destined to be my service sissy maid today.  Now that you’re dressed properly, you can start your chores.  Gather up all my dirty clothes and take them to the laundry room.  That’s a good girl.  Make sure you sway those sexy little hips as you walk from place to place.  It’s important to practice being alluring.  You won’t get a real man with unsexy hips.  When you lean over the edge of the washer, be sure that your skirt flips up to show off the panties you’re wearing.

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A Hair Cut For Ky-Ky

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The upscale salon where I worked stayed busy. Our stylists are always in demand and booked out for months at a time. Securing an appointment with us was like winning the golden ticket. That’s why it seemed so odd when a “female” walked in, flipping her long blonde wig over her shoulder and leaned an elbow on the front desk. She popped a wad of bubble gum between her teeth and said, “I’d like to get like, just a trim.” I looked her over; the disguise was doing nothing for Ky-ky.

I guess he didn’t realize we’d gone to school together, and that I would recognize that body anywhere. Tall and lean, face sculpted like a Greek God. Adding a cheap wig and giant sunglasses wouldn’t fool me. My fingers flipped the schedule book open, and I shrugged. “We’re swamped.” Ky-ky’s face fell, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed his disappointment. “However, my noon appointment canceled at the last minute, and I can personally fit you in.” He bounced on his kitten heels and squeeled.

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My Sister's BBC Husband

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My sister married the hottest black guy. Her husband is tall and works out all the time. His body is sinfully delicious, and while I’m usually super confident around men, he makes me nervous. Whenever I’m with them, I can feel his gaze on me. As if he’s examining some mystery he can’t quite figure out, and I know the mystery is whether or not I have a cock. My family doesn’t talk about my transition, so I’m not sure he has any idea or if my sister has told him, but every time he’s around, my balls ache.

She was having surgery and asked if I’d stay with them for the week to help out around the house and take her back and forth to appointments while he worked. Of course, I said I would, but something deep in my gut knew it was going to be trouble.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I found myself tied up and chained to a filthy mattress in a filthy abandoned warehouse.  A man stood over me menacingly.  He was masked and large and dangerous.  When I woke to find myself naked and at his mercy, I couldn’t remember how I’d ended up here.  He bent down when he saw my eyes flutter open, filling my field of vision.  Grabbing me by my throat, his voice rasped that I was his newest sex slave.  Then he informed me that my training was beginning now.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

They say I’m an Amazon, a Giantess, and they’re not wrong. At six-foot-seven, I literally tower over most people in our world, especially the ‘Littles’ like my Dad. He’s not just short; he’s perfectly proportioned, just small. Like a doll-sized person. And in our world, women like me? We run the show. We always have.

I was supposed to be packing for university, dreaming of dorm life and lecture halls. But Dad was panicking. “Who’ll help me reach the top shelf, darling? Or drive me to the market? Or even get me up onto my bed?” He meant it. He really can’t manage those things alone. His little hands struggle with the steering wheel, and a standard bed frame is like a mountain. So, he made me an offer: stay home, and I’d be in charge. The house, the finances, everything. For an allowance, of course. A sizeable one. That clinched it. College could wait.

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The Bad Doctor

Posted 1 week ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’m not proud of what happened, but desperate times call for desperate measures. My expensive insurance won’t cover the medication I so desperately need. The doctor’s harsh words still echo in my mind: “Sorry, Diana, but that medication is out of your network.” As I gripped the armrests of his plush office chair, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Without that medicine, my chronic condition would worsen, leaving me debilitated.

That’s when Dr. Thompson leaned in, his voice husky with a promise. “If you let me take care of you in a more…personal way, I’ll provide you with the medication for free.” My heart pounded as I processed his proposal. Could I really resort to such a transactional agreement? But the desperate woman in me knew I had no choice.

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