Lingerie Night

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was lingerie night at work. When I first started, my lingerie was more modest than the other girls. I couldn’t believe how little they wore. Some literally wear the skimpiest bras and g-strings. But now I’m basically the same. On this particular night I wore a red bra, and a red g-string with a fitted, stretchy, red lace little dress over them. It barely covered my butt. But you could see everything right through it anyway. And I wore red fishnet thigh high stockings that had red bows on them. I kept catching everyone starring at my ass. It was so busy. I was just trying to keep up with my tables. Then all of a sudden, I noticed that one of my dad’s best friends was there. I wanted to run to the back and hide. But it was too late. He had already seen me. I was mortified. That was exactly what I was afraid of happening. He went to church with us all of my life. He’s married with kids that are now grown. I just knew he was going to be disappointed in me and go tell my dad. But why was he here?

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Messy Beginnings, Monday to Wednesday is exactly how this week started—because I’ve never been good at playing it safe. Monday came in hot. I woke up still sore from the weekend, and yet somehow craving more. My phone buzzed with a message: “You still taste like Sunday. That was all it took.

By lunchtime, I was under my desk, skirt bunched up, voice low on a video call, pretending to talk spreadsheets while my fingers played a different set of numbers. I sent him a photo after—no face, just legs, lips, and the evidence of my distraction. He replied with a voice note that made me clench around nothing.

Tuesday was no better. We played “Would You Rather” in the group chat, but the way he answered every question felt like a dare. Would I rather do it in public or on camera? Would I rather be tied up… or do the tying? By Wednesday, I had to admit it: this week was already off the rails. I wore no panties to the grocery store just because he told me not to. I wanted to be bad. And game night hadn’t even started yet.

Wednesday ticked toward midnight, and my Continue reading “Messy Beginnings: Monday to Wednesday”

My Lingerie Collection

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

It’s no secret that my lingerie collection is vast. So, who out there wants to see it? How many of you guys will finally admit to having a lingerie Fetish so I can take you on a tour of my closet?

Now, if you admit to loving lingerie too, then I need to ask. Do you love silky pieces or are you more of a lace man? Are you the kind of guy who gets hard just seeing women dressed up in lingerie? Or do you want to wear it yourself which is why you’re so intrigued by my lingerie collection?

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

This is a giantess fantasy: I wanted him beneath my heels! To worship me! He was trembling before I even stepped into the room. I towered above him—six-inch stilettos on, black latex hugging every curve. To me, he looked no taller than a doll, kneeling on the hardwood floor with wide eyes and a bulge straining in his pathetic little cage. You’re so small,” I whispered, circling him like a predator. “So easy to break.”

I leaned down, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my breasts swelling against the latex. His lips parted like he wanted to worship them—but I wasn’t here to be soft. “I could crush you,” I said, lifting one heel and placing the sharp tip between his legs. He whimpered. I laughed. “Hahahaha! You’re pathetic!” I loved watching him squirm. I was a goddess to him, untouchable, unstoppable, and he was nothing but a plaything.

I picked him up like a toy—his light little body pressed to my chest—and carried him to the bed. He gasped as I spread my legs, lowering him between my thighs like I was offering him heaven. “Prove yourself,” I growled, grabbing the back Continue reading “Beneath My Heels”

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Before the world wake ups—some of the dirtiest thoughts hit before the sun even rises. That’s when the real freaks come out to play. When your body’s aching from a dream that made you bite your lip in your sleep… yeah, I know that feeling.
Lucky for you—I’m always available before the world wakes up.

You want to roll over and slide right in without a word? You can. You want to call me while your cock is rock hard under the sheets, or while you’re soaked through those panties? I’m here. You want to tell me every nasty thought running through your mind while you stroke it slow, or while you ride your own fingers? Baby, I’m listening.

I want your morning wood. I want your sleepy, raw, unfiltered need.
You don’t have to hold back with me. You don’t even need to say hello—just let me hear how good you sound when you cum before the birds start chirping. That’s my favorite kind of wake-up call.

We can keep it slow and teasing, or you can fuck me half-awake like you’ve been waiting all night for it. I’ll bend over the kitchen counter while the coffee’s still brewing.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I disappeared into the bedroom, the air already thick with the promise of the evening. Liam was sprawled on the couch, lost in some video game, all rumpled t-shirt and focused frown. Perfect. Tonight was one of those nights. I loved the ritual, the slow transformation. The dress I chose was simple, black, and clung just enough. But the real magic was underneath.

The rustle of silk always made me smile. These pantyhose were a recent obsession – a smooth, tan shimmer that felt decadent against my skin. They hugged every curve, making my legs feel impossibly long and sleek. It was an armor of confidence, a silent invitation. I padded back into the living room. Liam hadn’t moved, still battling pixelated monsters. I leaned against the doorframe, letting him soak in the view. The curve of my hip, the way the light caught the sheen of my legs.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Once a year the club has a masquerade party. It’s open to nonmembers. But not just anyone can afford to attend. Tickets to this event are quite pricey. It’s so much fun though. I love the mystery of it all. No one is allowed to remove their masks. There was one gentleman that stood out. He sat in a dimly lit corner. Sipping on a smoked old fashioned. His quiet confidence was so sexy. He had major big dick energy. I could tell he was watching me. All night. He was so mysterious. I grew quite intrigued. And curious. As I danced, he watched intently. I began to get so freaking turned on. I felt the intensity from across the room. It was hot. He was doing things to me with his eyes. I felt it. He was having some intense fantasies. I’d never been so turned on like that while dancing. I actually felt like I was going to have an orgasm. That only happened during private dances. Never on stage. I started wondering if everyone could tell. I felt relieved to have the mask to hide behind. But maybe it also emboldened me. I was definitely feeling frisky.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

“Stop being an annoying little brat. If you don’t stop, I’ll make you wear panties in public for everyone to see.”

You smirk, not taking me seriously. “Yeah, right. Like you’d ever do that.”

I raise an eyebrow, looking serious. “Try me.”

I stood up, towering over you as I grab your hands, and pull them behind your back. My strong grip tightens as I pull out a pair of pink lacy panties from my bag. Continue reading “Wearing Panties in Public”

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I had to tell my Pillow Princess the truth. You see, from a very young age he was drawn to girly girl panties and cable knee socks. He even tried to sneak them into the cart while shopping with his mom. He loved the days of the week panties and the ones with the little flowers. At Christmas all of his little cousins would throw the unwanted socks and panties aside. But for him, that was the most exciting gift he could receive. So he would go scoop them up when no one was looking. He would hide them and treasure them. His dream was to have a girly girl panties and socks drawer like all of girls in the family. At Christmas time he couldn’t wait to get a hold of the Sears catalog to look at the lingerie section. He would earmark all of the silky sheer panties and cable knee socks. The thing is, he thought he was being sneaky. But I had to tell him the truth. He wasn’t hiding anything from anybody. Everyone knew. His mom even found panties he left in the dryer.

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If I Win

Kadence 844-33CANDY Ext. 458

I love when my older brother lets me play video games with him and his friends. They come over almost every day and sit in his room for hours playing. Today my brother’s friend got dropped off early, and my mom told him to wait in my brother’s room until he got home from practice. I snuck into my brother’s room to hang out with his cute older friend, and he said I could, play video games with him. He handed me a controller and I sat next time to him on the floor in front of the TV. Before we started, he turned to me and said “So you can only play if you follow the rules, and the rules are if I win, you have to do whatever I say.”  Of course, I agreed without hesitation, I was putty in his hands with just one look. 

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