*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
For as long as I can remember I’ve been totally addicted to sexy lingerie. So, as you can imagine, my collection is now vast. Perfect for a sissy like you.
I’d love to take you on a tour in person. I could try a few things on, maybe even together since I know how much you love panties. One day we’ll make it happen. But for today, this blog will allow me to paint a picture of my sexy lingerie closet for you.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
The circus came through town and even though I’m a bit older now, I still get excited. I just love the circus! So, I bought my ticket and grabbed popcorn and cotton candy and began to wander around the tents. I had no idea that this trip to the circus would end me enduring forced creepy clown sex.
As I was wandering around, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, a gloved hand was clapped over my mouth and I was dragged into the back of the nearest tent. When I took a breath and stopped struggling, I found myself surrounded by three creepy clowns!
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Tonight’s client is younger than usual. He’s here for punishment, though he doesn’t yet know it. All the young ones start with that (stupid) hope in their chest, thinking they’ll be able to tame me. Yeah, right. Once they’re inside of my web, they quickly realize the error of their ways.
“Bonjour, mon chéri,” I purr. He shivers when I touch his chin, as my nails dig into his jaw. “You’re here to obey. N’est-ce pas?” He nods, swallowing hard. Good. They always think they can handle more than they can.
TS Alexus 844-332-2369 EXT 349
Your gaze travels over my curves, and your body reacts. It’s not intentional; it is completely uncontrollable. You think it’s natural to be attracted to such a beautiful, blonde Goddess. Then you look closer, and you see it. The thick meat between my legs, and you are struck stupid by how horny you still are.
It isn’t your fault that you see me and instantly wish to be a flaming HOMO.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I’ll be blunt, I’m a hot teen babysitter and I’ve been craving new daddy dick lately. Plus, I went a bit overboard at Christmas so I need some babysitting gigs ASAP! Babysitting gigs preferably with a hot DILF.
So, tell me, when you look for a girl to babysit, do you automatically look for a hot teen babysitter that you’d also love to bang? I think that’s what most men do so don’t be embarrassed. To be honest I look for babysitter gigs with hot dads so it kinda goes both ways.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
I just love sissy clients. Frilly little sissies that love to dress up in sexy lingerie and play with toys up their asses. Do they love being fucked in the ass more than me? We shall see.
My friend Candy came over one evening and told me she wanted to play dress up with me: my choice. I immediately took her upstairs to my walk-in closet where I had loads of lingerie hanging. This was our first time playing, so I found a frilly lacey light pink and black bra with a black thong and matching frilly lacey skirt. She looked so pretty in it. To complete the look, I gave her a pair of black fishnet stockings and black stilettos. Then we took pictures.
Candy looked delicious, so I suggested we get some toys to play with and see if we could fill her ass up. I let her look in my drawers where I kept the toys and she picked out my thickest dildo strap on and a straight purple vibrator. I started with the vibrator.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Anna has this amazingly sexy nephew. Sometimes, she invites me to help her. Last week, Anna invited me to celebrate her nephew’s birthday. He opened the door excitedly when we arrived. “Auntie Ann and Zoey!” he exclaimed. “I wasn’t expecting you today.” He said. “I know, we wanted to surprise you. Zoey and I are here to help you celebrate your birthday with a bang.” Anna told him. We giggled at the double entendre of her comment. “I always have so much fun with both of you!” He said excitedly. I assured him that this would be the best birthday of his life to date.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
There’s just something about the way he eats my ass. He doesn’t actually EAT it. He just licks. Nibbles. Presses his mouth around my hole like he’s trying to hoover it. His tongue traces the entrance. His teeth graze the delicate skin. Not a bite. Never that. Not yet. But close. Close enough to make me shiver. Perhaps it’s warning. Or a promise. He calls it my peach. Says I taste just like one. Sugar and sun, with a secret tang underneath.
I hate that I like the word. Peach. He doesn’t say it in a sweet way. It sounds more like hunger. Like something clawing at the dark. The way his hands tighten on my hips when I arch toward him, wordless, desperate. The way his breath hitches as if he’s losing control, when in truth, I’m the one unraveling.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Some days are so long and terribly stressful. At the end of a long day, all I want is to go home and curl into the arms of a sexy, ALPHA. There is just something about the way I feel when wrapped in a man’s arms. His bigger body protecting mine, and the way his neck smells when I nuzzle into that perfect little crook.
It’s a feeling of security and gives me the chance to really relax. It’s exactly what I need to de-stress. However, today, when I came home from slinging dildos at bored, tipsy housewives all night, the man I wanted to hold me and be my big, strong hero was dressed in a diaper and sucking on a binkie.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
It started when the power went out. Flickering lights, the fridge groaning, right as I was tucking Benny into his bed. “Mama Cory, was that thunder?” he whispered, wide-eyed, clutching a stuffed waffle toy. I smoothed his hair, adjusted his thick pull-up, and said, “No, baby. Just the flux capacitor acting up again.” I wasn’t sure what I meant, but it sounded sci-fi enough to soothe him.
As the basement lightbulb popped with a suspicious snap, I told my boy to stay put, kissed him on the forehead, and grabbed my glow-in-the-dark taser (which, admittedly, was just a repurposed sex toy). Armed with maternal instinct, I descended the stairs into the dark, humming the theme song to my favorite show as a way to stay focused.