Tiny Little Pantie Pest

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

You know the saying, “I’ve got ants in my panties?” Well, I have tiny little tic-tac-sized pests in my panties. It isn’t what you think, lol. No, I’ve been shrinking and collecting men to keep in my undies for my own pleasure. I have about six men in there now who’ve been blasted with my laser beam. They shrink before my eyes register the flash, and I must wear special glasses to find them afterward. Sometimes, they almost escape through the puddle of clothes left over from the sudden size change.

Once I’ve found the new little toy, I peel back my panties and add the little pest to my collection. I really love the way they squirm and crawl around on my pussy all day. The panties I keep them in are too tight for anyone to escape. The only way they are getting out of that hot, moist terrain is if I’d let them. And I’m never letting them out of my control!

Continue reading “Tiny Little Pantie Pest”

Needy Sluts

Needy Sluts

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I’m a busy girl. I don’t have time for all the needy sluts clamoring for my attention. One of my favorite ways to keep the horny toys occupied while I go about my business is to handcuff him to a rolling office chair with his pants down to his ankles. I use packing tape to secure a silver bullet to the underside of his hard cock. Not high enough for the toy to buzz the V in the base of his head, but just under it. The remote is also taped to the inside of his thigh. So accessible… If your hands aren’t cuffed behind your back!

Continue reading “Needy Sluts”

Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

There is something inherently sexy about spring. The sun revives us, the earth itself working to become fertile; plants and birds alike come to life. There are numerous texts throughout history that speak of fertility rituals across every culture. I would like to focus on a particular work that is fueling my current fantasies. The Histories by Herodotus speaks of Sacred Sex Temples in Mesopotamia. At the start of spring, it is said that women would go to these sacred temples and wait until a man offered her money in exchange for access to her body. He would then fuck her in the sacred temples as an offering to the goddess Inanna.

I can’t even begin to tell you how wet it makes my panties, how much I want to touch myself at the thought of offering myself to a stranger in a Sacred Sex Temple.

Continue reading “Sacred Sex Temples”

Goddess

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208  ☏☏☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

After Anna was lucky enough to taste Ocean Goddess Francie and swallow her whole, Francie took her by the hand, and they walked together towards warmer pastures. The snow had indeed melted and Francie led her to a beach that glittered under the moonlight.

Continue reading “The Ocean Goddess”

Under The Snow Moon 2

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Standing under the pale moonlight in nothing but a pair of boots, I’d never seen Anna look more powerful. I followed her lead, letting my heavy coat fall to the stone below us. For a moment we just looked eachother over, and at the same time, our heads tilted back to the star-drenched sky. Our arms lifted over our heads, and in sync we spoke, “Under the Snow Moon we worship. Under the Snow Moon, we manifest.”

Continue reading “Under The Snow Moon 2”

Thirsty Man

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

He walked into the empty house, unaware of the events that would unfold. Feeling hungry from a day of work, he searched the kitchen for a snack. Not a single crumb of food was found in the cabinets, the pantry, or the refrigerator, for that matter. The only thing he could consume was a small vial atop the kitchen counter labeled “Drink Me.”

He had seen movies where such vials were dangerous, but the audible sound of his stomach rumbling decided for him. The thirsty man popped the cork off the vial and tipped it to his lips. Allowing the clear liquid to slip down his throat caused a warming sensation in his belly as soon as it landed.

Continue reading “Thirsty Man”

Help Me Unwind

Help Me Unwind

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Long days turn into longer weeks, and before you know it, stressful months add up. The tension locks into my muscles, and it feels almost impossible to unwind. The only thing that can help me achieve some stress relief is a hot bath overflowing with bubbles. The heat of the water makes the room steamy, and the candlelight flickers. Making shadows lick across my curves as I sink into the waiting water.

My head leans back to brace against the edge of the tub, and my eyes close. That’s when I hear my lady’s maid enter. A soft smile pulls at my lips, and I settle deeper into the water. Exhaling deeply as my sissy maid kneels near my shoulder.

Continue reading “Help Me Unwind”

His Sole Purpose

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The sole purpose of a pet is to bring me comfort and joy. So it didn’t matter to me if Peter was busy or relaxing. I was horny, and that meant he had a job to do. Sauntering through the house, completely naked, I looked for my little pet. I didn’t call out to him; he’d be easy enough to find. The dotting little mutt never wandered far from me.

The kitchen tile felt cool on my bare feet as I padded through toward the living room. Just as I suspected, Peter was stretched out on the floor with a throw pillow from the couch propping up his head. He loved to lie on the floor. He said it reminded him of his place. My cute little pet was doomscrolling on his phone with his earbuds in. He didn’t look up to taggle his tail or make any acknowledgment of my presence, so he must not have heard me enter.

Continue reading “His Sole Purpose”

Pool Time

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Summer is in full swing now. My pool isn’t going to clean itself, and I sure as fuck am not going to be the one sweating my ass off to add the chemicals to the water and wash the sides of that deep, deep pool. Felicity is in need of a little cabana boy. One who’ll serve me hand and foot while I rest outside by the crystal clear waters he’s maintained so well.

Continue reading “Felicity Needs a Pool Boy For The Summer”

Your Mouth Is a Cunt

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My finger traces the outline of your lower lip. Drool cascades down your chin as the open-mouth gag keeps your hole stretched wide. There are tears of struggle leaking down your cheeks, and more blink free when I glide two of my fingers along the surface of your tongue and right down your throat. My fingers wiggle in the back of your throat, and I release an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

“You’re still gagging way too easily.” I snatch my fingers free and wipe your spittle on your cheek. Mixing it with your tears. “Fuck his cunt again.” I bark at the throat-training bull standing beside me.

Continue reading “Your Mouth Is a Cunt”