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Oh JOI!

Posted 2 months ago by Writer

Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

Come on in, have a seat. I wont bite; at least not this time. Let’s have a drink, get to know each other a tad bit before we get to what you came here for. How do you like to be talked to? Would you like me to be stern with you, or soft? Right now is your moment to ask for your needs to be met before I take over; before I am in control. Before my voice is guiding your masturbation. Oh, JOI! There is an unmistakable grin on my face as I get ready to direct and guide your movements and take control of your cock with just the sound of my voice. Oh JOI indeed.

I’m going to take my time undressing you, looking you in the eyes as I remove each article of clothing. There is a power in watching you lust for me from your chair across the room. All that’s left when I’m done are my silk thigh-high stockings and black Stiletto’s. Sitting back down in my own chair with my legs spread open for you, I gently, but firmly, instruct you to undress for me.

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secretary

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna hired a new secretary. He was overqualified, and very capable, but most of all he wanted to work for Mistress Anna more than anything in the world. She said she expected him to act, work, and dress a certain way. Without even asking, he agreed to all the terms.

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Strip Club PhoneSex

Cassey 844-332-2639 Ext. 467

Scanning the crowd looking for prey, my eyes look over faces, some familiar, some new, none quite what I’m looking for. Then, finally, standing in the corner, I see you there, someone worthy of my attention at last! Oh, I just love when there’s fresh meat to go after. Making my way off the stage, I prowl over to where you’re at. Have you ever heard of Cassey’s strip club special? Let me tell you about it: That’s where I take you backstage to my special vip room, and we play a fun little game.
The rules are as follows: We make a bet, and for a determined amount of minutes, I can do whatever I’d like to you. However, there’s one hitch: you cannot cum! If you end up finishing before the time is up, you’d better pay up for your chance to be with me! However, if you manage to last? Well then, that’s a challenge I can’t turn down! The reward is taking me home, and it’s your turn to do whatever you please. Do you want to play this game? It’s a pretty lucky strip club special, I would say. Either way, you’re a winner!

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The garden was a kaleidoscope of pastel eggs, yet an unmistakable stench was wafting over the tulips like a mischievous cloud of teen rebellion. “Cory, do you smell that?” Felicity whispered, the same way a detective would whisper about a clue in a noir film. I inhaled deeply, feeling the pungent aroma coil around my nostrils. We both knew that somewhere among the plastic toy eggs hid the source of this olfactory offense.

I never thought an Easter egg hunt could turn into a forensic diaper investigation but there we were. Both Felicity and I were swaddled in our favorite sexy “Mama” dresses and armed with nothing but our noses and an absurdly over‑ambitious sense of duty. We started at the base of the old oak tree and followed the scent trail like a pair of highly trained sleuths. Each step brought us closer to a whiff of something that could only be described as “rotten booty.”

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I have a thing for older men. It’s been this way for quite some time now, and while I keep this secret from the world, I can’t escape my own intrusive thoughts. Recently, they have been about My Boyfriend’s Dad. I’m sure you can imagine, this is a conundrum. I don’t know when it happened, but the more time I spent at my boyfriend’s house, the more keenly aware of his father I had become. It started with the way he laughed, then I started to notice his alpha-take-charge demeanor. The way his work slacks hugged his ass didn’t hurt, either.

My Boyfriend’s Dad also has a noticeably large cock. Sometimes I think he dresses the way he does just so that I will notice. In the age of the internet, every person that has reached sexual maturity knows there are certain things men and women wear to catch the gaze of the other sex. Like when I came over last weekend to watch the game with them, and this man opened the door without a shirt on, wearing the most deliciously fitted pair of grey sweatpants I have ever seen. There’s no way he didn’t notice me staring.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first time a client walked through the door of my studio, it was a late night in March and he was trembling. He introduced himself as Michael, a name he’d chosen for the night, and handed me a thick, handwritten contract. I read each clause, the limits, the safe words, the aftercare provisions, and signing it felt more like a promise than a signature.

When the lights dimmed, the room became a sanctuary of shadows. My hand brushed his cheek and I whispered, “You’re here because you want to be seen, to be felt, to surrender.” He nodded. We began with a simple rope. Four meters of hemp, stripped smooth by years of practice. I looped it around his wrists, tight enough to speak, loose enough to trust. As the knots settled into their places, I watched his muscles tense and then relax. The rope sang against his skin. Continue reading “The first time a client walked through the door” →

Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

How exciting that you found me here and decided to join me for a moment. Maybe you’ll decide to stay around for longer…I can feel my nipples harden with anticipation. But that’s not what I want to talk about right now. You see, I was taking a break from my studies, and I realized that I had spent the entire day looking at Tiny Marble Cocks. I found myself outlining these pathetic little things with my nails. Art history books are full of them, you see.

After some time, I started to consider what they would look like locked in cages. I imagine spreading my legs for the man in front of me; his Tiny Marble Cock locked in chastity. My pussy is already wet when I reach down, rubbing my swollen clit at first, then my slit. Both of us know by now you would fuck me if you could. There is just one problem; even if your tiny cock wasn’t locked in that cage, you’re far too small to satisfy me with it. So for now, you get to watch me play with my wet pussy while I think of other ways you can satisfy me. Continue reading “Tiny Marble Cocks” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It’s no secret that my titties have their own zip code. I’ve learned to live with the constant stares, the unsolicited advice, and even the occasional “Do you need a forklift?” joke from people who assume my back hurts (news flash – only sometimes).

Enter Jake. I met him at a low‑key art opening, where I was pretending to admire a landscape painting but was actually scrolling through memes on my phone. He knocked over a glass of rosé, apologized, and then asked if I’d like to join him for a coffee. He seemed nice enough at first glance and I’m not one to say no to someone who can turn a clumsy moment into a witty one, so I said yes.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He came in to my studio under the guise of a “creative consultation,” which was a vague term that meant nothing more than “I want you to see what I’m not allowed to touch.” He’d been a lawyer, a man steeped in contracts and clauses, but his eyes betrayed the yearning for something raw, unfiled.

I learned early on that the word “taboo” is a suggestion, not a law. It’s a whisper that shivers down a willing spine. And, of course, I love to make that whisper roar. So, I offered him a chair. Not the comfortable kind. The useful kind. “Stella,” he whispered, “I’ve read the rules. I’ve signed the consent forms. I’m yours, for as long as you want.”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My sweet adult baby was being agnostic about having to go to bed at his bed time.  However, this Mommy is a stickler for her babies getting proper rest and following all of Mommy’s rules.  Mommy Zoey holds tenacious rules for my little ones.  It’s important for babies to have schedules and rules to follow to keep them healthy and happy.  Even when a little one thinks they don’t need such things.  Mommy Zoey knows what’s best for my little boys and girls.

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