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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The clock on the nightstand read 3:14 AM, its pale digital glow barely cutting through the darkness of my bedroom. I lay awake, the air thick with an unexplainable, sudden humidity that made the blankets stick to my skin. Then came the sound, a wet, rhythmic sliding noise, echoing from the far corner of the wall.

I sat up, the chill of the air clashing against the feverish warmth rising in my chest.

In the shadows beside the wardrobe, the wall began to warp. Dark tendrils, glistening with a slick sheen, seeped through the solid plaster as if it were liquid. They didn’t tear the wall; they dissolved through it, moving with a fluid, mesmerizing grace. The first tentacle, thick as a wrist, unfurled slowly into the room, testing the air like a blind predator.

A pulse of equal parts anticipation and dread quieted my breathing as a second, then a third tendril emerged. They curled into the space above my bed, supple and endlessly flexible. One hovered just inches from my face, radiating a strange coolness that made my pulse race. Small, sensitive suckers along its underside flexed softly, releasing the scent of the deep ocean that filled.. Continue reading “Midnight Tentacles” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My gaze swept across the room until it landed on the tall, dark stranger leaning against the far wall of the bar. He stood well over six feet tall. His broad shoulders filled out a black button-down shirt, his jaw was shadowed with stubble and his eyes were intense. There was something in his posture that suggested he might let me take control in ways that went far beyond ordinary sex.

I finished my drink, set the glass down, and crossed the room to greet him. He introduced himself as “Marcus.” Our conversation started light, but I quickly steered it in the right direction. I mentioned how most people bored me and how I preferred partners who were willing to explore unusual pleasures. I let my fingers brush his wrist when I reached for another drink and noticed him smirk. Marcus admitted he had never tried anything like that before, yet the curiosity in his voice told me he wanted to. I leaned closer, describing in detail how I liked to dress a man in soft padding, how I enjoyed the intimacy of changing his diaper and holding him close while he surrendered.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

M was dressed in a frilly pink dress, complete with lace trim and a bow at the back. His long hair was tied up in a ponytail, revealing his ears had been pierced with tiny hoops. I approached him slowly, taking in every detail of his appearance. “M,” I purred, “you look absolutely stunning. I must say, you’re quite the pretty little sissy girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress Stella,” he whispered, as he looked up at me. His eyes filled with hope and anticipation. “I’ve always dreamed of being a sissy girl.” I circled him, as I examined his appearance from every angle. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?” I asked, playfully.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

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I didn’t even make it through the first day of cosmetology school without getting into trouble with Ethan Steel. I told my best friend Brandy about our “arrangement”. I knew I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But Brandy and I tell each other everything. We have a very special bond. I’m the only one she told about wanting to transition from Brady to Brandy. I helped her do it. We don’t keep anything from each other and we’re not going to start now. So whatever my punishment was going to be from Mr. Steel, I was ready for it. What’s really twisted is that I was actually excited. The fear of the unknown was both stimulating and arousing. The rush of adrenalin could be felt in my pounding heart and throbbing clit as I pulled up to the gate. I put in the four digit gate code and it began to open. Driving down the long, dark, and winding drive, I began to get scared, have second thoughts, and almost turned around. But the thrill of it all was just too alluring.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

The relationship between a pso and a client is much more meaningful than many people realize. While any phone sex operator will do for some clients, it’s quite the opposite for others. For some clients it takes time to gain trust and form that special bond with someone. Some take a lot longer to open up than others. And when they finally do, that connection they have with the pso is strong, real, and very precious to them. Clients have to feel very secure with someone to be able to open up and share things they have never shared with anyone else before. They confide their innermost secrets and most taboo fantasies. It might seem like this is no big deal to some people. But for others, it’s the most intimate relationship they have. And losing that can be very devastating. It’s a loss in their lives. They grieve and mourn just like any loss.

If you are experiencing this or any other difficult issue or situation in your life, I’m here for you. Just because our official title is phone sex operator, our sessions are not all about sex. It’s often therapy. And therapy sessions aren’t always sexual.

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Alien ABDL

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I woke up to the smell of warm milk. That’s not a figure of speech. The air itself smelled sweet and faintly plasticky, like the inside of a bottle or a nursery left out in the sun. I looked out the window from the cabin of my spacecraft and saw a galaxy full of stars, some lavender grass, and two suns. I seemed to have landed somewhere I’d never been before.

The grass came up to my knees and smelled fragrant. It didn’t bend when I stepped through it; it just parted as I walked, like it knew I was coming. And then, I heard a crinkle. I looked yonder and saw a boy. He stood at the edge of the treeline, barefoot, and wearing a diaper so thick it changed the shape of his shadow. This boy was fully grown, the way I was, with big dark eyes that were wet at the corners. His hands twisted in front of him and the plastic of his extra thick pamper sang with every movement he made.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The summer heat hung thick and heavy outside, but inside the kitchen, the air was crisp. The scent of crushed mint and the sharp, bright spray of citrus. The island felt cool beneath my palms as I leaned against it. On the counter lay a mound of frosty grapes, crisp cucumbers, and chilled watermelon. All waiting to be turned into something light and refreshing.

He was already at the far end of the counter, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, cracking a tray of ice into a crystal bowl. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet space, augmenting the cool breeze coming off the AC. When he looked up, his gaze caught mine. Lingering, before he picked up his glass of iced tea and walked slowly over to where I stood.

Instead of staying on his side of the island, he rounded the corner, stepping directly into my space. The heat radiating off his body was a startling, delicious contrast to the cool island at my back.

“You’re warm,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy.

“The kitchen’s supposed to be cool,” I whispered back, my breathing shallow as he set his glass down behind me, trapping me gently between… Continue reading “Ice Cubes In The Kitchen” →

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He was shifting on the examination table, trying to find comfort in a position that was designed to offer none. My latex dress caught the low light in the dungeon, so that each movement I made sent ripples across its shiny black surface. I loved how it felt. How it controlled me, as I prepared to control him.

The vibrating plug I’d locked inside his pussy sat silent for now, but I could see the tension in his thighs, as his hips kept trying to find friction that wasn’t there. He was already desperate and I hadn’t even touched him yet! “You’re wondering what I’m going to do,” I stated, like an observation. “You’re hoping I’ll let you cum. Aren’t you?”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Marc closed the heavy wooden door behind us. “Nervous?” he asked. His voice was calmer than usual. “A little,” I replied, twisting my fingers together. He reached out, took my hands, and held them. “That’s good, Amber,” he said. “It means you’re present…you’re aware.”

My attention snagged on the leather restraint system that was mounted to the ceiling beams. He’d described it. I’d also seen photos. But seeing it in person made my stomach drop in a way that was like a solid mix of fear and hunger. “We’ll start slow tonight,” he said, as his thumb traced circles on my palm. “I’ll bind you, first. The rest comes later…if you want it.” I nodded in agreement because, well, words felt too heavy.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The rain lashes against the windows of his penthouse, painting weeping shadows across the dark hardwood floor. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting a warm glow that barely touches the cold perfection of the man standing across from me.

He moves into the room with an unnerving grace, carrying two goblets filled with crimson wine. Dressed in a dark tailored suit, his flawless features seem sculpted from alabaster, illuminated by the amber glow of the fire.

“You look hesitant,” he says, his voice a low cadence that resonates in my chest. He sets his glass down on a marble table with a soft click and steps toward me.

He offers a glass, his fingers lightly brushing mine as I take it. The contact sends a sudden, electric spark down my spine. His skin is smooth and cool, a striking contrast to the heat radiating from the hearth.

“The storm won’t break until morning,” he continues, stepping closer, his burning dark eyes locking onto mine with hypnotic intensity. “Why rush back into the cold night when you could stay here, where time moves a little slower?”

“And what makes you think I’d be safe spending the night with you?” I… Continue reading “Vampire’s Temptation” →