Category: no taboo

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Now and then, when her husband acts up, she calls me to rectify the problem. Of course, I’m happy to come over and put her husband back into his place with my diaper bag of tricks. She had said they’d be on their way to a Halloween party, but that wouldn’t be true when I showed up.

She was dressed in a skin-tight catsuit when I rang the doorbell, and he was wearing some Star Wars get-up. Such a geek. “Oh, Felicity.” She giggled. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve got to go.” I waved her out the door and waited for Baby to see me. His eyes widened, and he began to back up. Oh, baby’s first Halloween with Mommy was going to be so much fun.

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Sneaky Panty Sniffer

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I swear this is the last time I better catch you going into my room you sneaky panty sniffer! Like usual I knew someone was sneaking into my room, sniffing and then shooting loads in my dirty panties. I can always tell! But, I had no idea it was you.

Now that I’ve caught you in my panty drawer, you sneaky panty sniffer, there’s no denying it on your part. Especially since I took pictures of you sniffing them when you weren’t looking. I wonder who I should send them to…?

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Cum Vampire

Posted 2 days ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I never imagined my life would take such a drastic turn when that mysterious, brooding stranger bit my neck under the moonlit alleyway. As his fangs pierced my skin, an extraordinary sensation coursed through my veins, awakening a primal desire I had never known existed. That was the night I became a cum vampire.

From that fateful night forward, I was consumed by an insatiable hunger, not for the crimson elixir of the undead, but for something far more… human. Sometimes I wondered if the biting was more than just a feeding, if it was an erotic gift from beyond the grave, a curse and a blessing all in one.

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Trapped In The Graveyard

Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Thick fog coiled around my ankles. I kicked the whisps away from my knee-high black boots and adjusted the backpack on my shoulder. Katie and Tommy dared me to spend Halloween Night in the oldest graveyard in town. It’s a hidden-away little plot with broken tombstones and this two-foot-high fence that does nothing to keep people out. The rusted fence may have had a purpose when the graves were dug, but now the rumors about the ghosts who live there are what keep people far away from the secluded site.

The beam of my flashlight bounces to and fro as I step over the small barrier. My skin prickled immediately from the temperature change. Fog no longer swirled on this side of the fence; it was far too cold. “I shouldn’t be here.” A whisper of a thought echoed in my mind, but I wasn’t one to back down from a dare. I’d show Katie and Tommy that the rumors were stupid. Obviously, ghosts aren’t real.

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Gossiping Ghouls

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The party was in full swing, and you know how lips start to loosen when the drinks are flowing. I was on my way to the kitchen to refill my solo cup when I heard tittering. You know the kind? The not-so-hushed giggles of overindulgent mean girls who think no one can hear the awful things they say about people right in front of them. “Ew, there SHE is.” One blurted to the hunched-over group staring at me. “I hear she, like, has a cock and stuff.”

“Oh my God, yeah.” Another of the polished ghouls cackled. “My brother has gym with her and he says they make her use the boys locker room so he’s seen her dick!”

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Holy hell you guys! A group of friends and I decided to check out the new haunted house attraction in town. The lines were crazy long, but we finally made it inside, ready to scream our lungs out. What we didn’t expect was to end up in an orgy with the “ghosts”.

As we navigated the dimly lit corridors, a creepy but good-looking guy in a ghoulish mask grabbed me, pulling me into a darkened room. Before I could protest, two other actors, both insanely muscular and ridiculously handsome, emerged from the shadows. They ripped off their masks, revealing chiseled features and hungry gazes.

In a flash, their hands were all over me, groping my breasts, squeezing my ass, and rubbing against my clit through my jeans. I was shocked, but my body was already responding, my nipples hardening beneath the fabric of my shirt. The three of them looked at each other, then back at me, and I knew I was completely at their mercy.

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witch sex

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was Hallowe’en night. Outside, the mortal world celebrated with plastic masks and cheap candy. But I craved a real thrill, a true terror. I had spent seven Hallowe’ens trying to communicate with spirits, but to no avail. Tonight, I wasn’t summoning a familiar; I was calling something hungry from the deepest trench of the underworld.

My voice, raw and aching, delivered the final incantation: “Come, Shade of the Forgotten. Taste me, for I am willing.” The candles—tallow dipped in fat—did not flicker. They simply vanished, plunging the room into absolute, freezing darkness. Then, almost instantly, he materialized. He wasn’t a sheet or a spectral mist. He was the perfect, sculpted embodiment of shadow, a man stitched together from cosmic cold and palpable malevolence.

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ABDLS Prefer Cocks

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Most people assume that ABDLS love bottles, but not mine. My ABDLS prefer cocks over bottles any day of the week. What about you? I think it’s time for you to be honest with me, do you prefer bottles or big boy cocks?

I know that all of you ABDL phone sex babies love sucking on your pacifiers, bottles and my nipples, but I think it’s time that you graduated to something a little kinkier.

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Who Was He?

Posted 1 week ago by Roxy

Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Who was he? I had to know. He was so mysterious. I had never seen him at the club before. He must be a brand new member, I thought to myself. I was so intrigued. He was sitting in a back corner. It was really dark. I couldn’t even really see his face. All I could really see was a figure. I could tell that he was very well dressed in a nice suit. But I couldn’t even tell what color it was. Why was I so drawn to him? That usually doesn’t happen. We have so many well dressed, charismatic, charming, distinguished members. It’s very rare for me to feel this way about any of them. He was making me feel so tingly all over. As I danced, I kept staring, just hoping to get a good glimpse of him. I was so into the dance and feeling so good. Then I slipped deep into fantasy. I was fantasizing about giving him a private dance. Feeling his hard cock against my ass through those exquisite, wool/silk blend slacks made me so wet. I reached down to play with my pussy with one hand….

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I first laid eyes on him at that trendy art bar downtown. He was standing across the room, his sculpted features illuminated by the urban glow, and I felt an instant jolt to my core.

“Hi there, I’m Diana,” I purred, extending a hand adorned with a sapphire ring that flashed under the strobe lights. His warm, calloused palm enveloped mine, sending a thrill up my arm.

“I’m Ryder,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down my spine. We stood there, locked in a charged gaze, as the room around us melted away.

Without another word, we made our way to the coat check, fingers intertwining the whole time. In the dim, cramped space, he crowded me against the wall, hands roaming over my curves with a newfound hunger. “I want you,” he growled, claiming my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.

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