Category: fetish phonesex

Jerk Off Lesson

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I know you guys think you don’t need a jerk off lesson, but do you know how to do it from a women’s perspective? I recently needed to give some JOI (Jerk Off Instructions) to one of my shy friends. He is really sweet and so hot but he’s way too scared when it comes to girls.

You see, he’s from a very religious family and was always told that even jerking off is a no-no. Because of that he doesn’t even know how to do it properly. Hence, the need for the jerk off lesson. I had to break in this little virgin, for his own good.

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tits

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’m currently waiting for my date, Bryan, at this dimly lit, slightly too-loud bar, strategically wearing a top that says, “Yes, these are real, and yes, they require their own zip code,” because why hide the goods? Especially when I’m dealing with a titty connoisseur who specifically requested I wear something “supportive but revealing.” If there is one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I am not subtle.

Bryan finally walks in, and let me tell you, this guy doesn’t even bother with eye contact first! Which usually would be a giant red flag for me, but in his case, it’s more like a giant green, flashing signal advertising mutual appreciation for my, uh, “generous” proportions. I knew he was a dedicated breast man from our first phone call when he subtly (or perhaps not so subtly lol) kept dropping hints about “support systems” and his admiration for “natural architecture.” Seeing him now confirms every delightful, slightly unhinged rumor about his specific interests and the inevitable focus of our evening together.

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panties

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was getting ready to go out on the town, but she liked to match her panties to her outfits and accessories. She began searching the house looking for a particular pair: they were two toned, lace and caged at the back, perfect for the cheeks.

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diaper boy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I still remember the day I met Mark. Tall, dark, and diaper-clad. His pants were noticeably puffy in the crotch, and a wry smile played on his face as he introduced himself. As we struck up a conversation, the puff in his pants grew, revealing a telltale outline. Mark casually mentioned his “accidents” and how they’d been an issue his whole life. He explained that he wears diapers when he’s away from home as a “safety net” in case he wets himself. I was taken aback, but his charming self-assurance put me at ease.

Fast forward a few months, and there I was, the girl who carried diapers in her purse, because you never know when Mark might have an “oops” moment. We’d become quite the pair, giggling through public mishaps and turning nighttime wetting into a playful routine. After Mark’s morning shower, we’d drape him in a fresh diaper, then I’d stroke his cock as he came to the crinkly sound of my hand moving up and down his shaft inside his clean pampers.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ll never forget the day I walked into that strange interview. Mr. Johnson, the suave CEO, greeted me with a smile that could melt ice. We settled into his plush office, and he began the usual drivel about “fitting in” and “company culture.” But before I could even uncross my legs, he threw me a curveball.

“So, Diana, tell me, how far would you go to get this job?” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his leather chair.

My cheeks flushed, and I squirmed in my seat, unsure how to respond. “Uh, I mean…I’d do whatever it takes, I suppose?” I stammered, trying to sound professional despite the thrill buzzing through my veins.

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Trifecta!

Posted 5 days ago by Aynsley

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

To say the weekend was a trifecta of pleasure would be an understatement. I finally checked off the prized box on my sexual bucket list: having cocks in every hole simultaneously!

It all began when my friends convinced me to join them at an exclusive, invite-only soiree. Little did I know, the night’s entertainment would be beyond anything I’d imagined. Among the sea of faces, three hot guys caught my eye: Bryce, Jax and Danny.

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He was kneeling before me with his head bowed. Fear is a sound I understand intimately. It’s a language universally welcomed and accepted here. My gaze drifted down the line of my black pencil skirt, lingering on the whip on table beside me. “Look at me,” I commanded.

The sound of my voice broke the tension like a glass shattering. He flinched, then lifted his chin slowly and reluctantly. His eyes were a deep, unsettling blue, swimming with an emotion I recognized instantly. It was the terrifying beauty of surrender. He wasn’t looking at a person; he was looking at the weight of his own submission.

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groupie

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I leaned back against the peeling faux-leather sofa, nursing a flat ginger ale. My eyes weren’t fixed on any one person; they were sweeping, taking inventory of the faces that mattered. The ones leaning over the mixing board, the ones holding the actual contracts. My gaze skipped past the girlfriends, the wives, the stable ones. They were wallpaper.

I live for the proximity. I don’t care about the music, not really. When you’re standing next to someone who is currently being applauded, some of that heat spills onto you. I care about the glow. For a few hours, I’m not just so-and-so from nowhere; I’m Jamie who was with HIM. It’s a borrowed shine, and I’m addicted to the reflection.

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diaper sissy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I adjusted my camera, ensuring my background was just as comforting and ‘mama-like’ as I hoped my presence was for her, eagerly anticipating the flood of color and giggles that was sure to follow as soon as the connection solidified between us across the miles.

As the screen flickered to life, she appeared, a vibrant burst of color against her soft pastel bedroom wall. “Mama! Look!” she squealed, twirling clumsily to show off her latest carefully curated ensemble. It was a concoction of pure joy and imagination. She wore a rainbow-striped onesie, complete with little ruffles on the shoulders and a convenient snap crotch, layered over a soft, slightly bulky pull-up.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been a woman of discipline, but this is next level. It’s not just No Nut November; it’s No Nutting until 2026. And my puppet, oh, my puppet is aching for it.

He’s my plaything, my obsession, my personal challenge. Every night, I tease him, stroking his shaft until he’s throbbing, begging, pleading for release. But I deny him.

Tonight, I’m in the mood for torture. I strap him into the chair, his cock already hard, already leaking. I kneel between his legs, my breath hot against his tip. “You want to cum, don’t you?” I whisper, licking a slow circle around his head. He groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. I smile, knowing I have all the power.

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