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No cake for Daddy

Posted 5 days ago by Cece

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Last month was my Daddy’s birthday, so two of my friends and I decided to bake him a cake. Allison, Bree, and I went to the grocery store near my apartment to gather all the supplies, then we headed back to my place. Allison had on a very short skirt that would fly up, and I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks as she walked up the stairs to my apartment. And Bree had the biggest tits I had ever seen, both jiggling and bouncing with her every step. Back in the kitchen, we started pulling the ingredients out of the bags and began baking…. that’s when things got steamy…..

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MLB BBC

Posted 1 week ago by Amber

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Leo and I had been married for five years, but the relentless travel, the late-night texts, and that agonizing paparazzi photograph of him kissing a blonde at an away game had been my breaking point. He moved out of our family home and bought a condo closer to the stadium where he played with his MLB team.

A few years later, when a hand-written invitation on embossed league stationery arrived via courier, my heart betrayed me. It was for the MLB All-Star Game. “I know where we stand,” Leo had written beneath the ticket confirmation. “But I also know this might be my last opportunity to receive this honor. I want you there, Amber. No pressure. Just…please come.”

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The tattoo studio smelled of antiseptic and the faint, sweet musk of high quality ink. When I walked in the front door, Aaron was sitting at the front desk but he didn’t look up from his sketchpad. “Amber,” he murmured, as if we had met before (but we hadn’t). “This nautical piece is going to be stunning. Like the crushing depths of the Atlantic itself!”

He flipped the sketchbook around to show me his vision. It was everything I wanted, but the price tag he’d quoted me in an email had been staggering. I really should have cancelled my consultation appointment, but I couldn’t imagine not having an “Aaron Black” tattoo. He was THE best tattoo artist in the country, after all!

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Franny Feeds You A Glory Hole Lunch

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Ray turned his face away, but my nails bit into his jaw to turn his lips back toward the hole. He wore a mask that covered the upper half of his face. His mouth was coated in slimy drool and ropes of precum. “I don’t want to swallow it.” He cried, but I tugged him by the jaw, closer to the throbbing cock poking out of the hole.

“It’s the only lunch you’ll get. Don’t be ungrateful.” I stood over him as he kneeled on the sticky floor of the glory hole. My thumb pressed into the indent in Ray’s chin, forcing his mouth back open. He may be begging for this to end, but his cock was rock hard between his legs as I forced him to be a big, gay, cocksucker.

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The bathroom tiles are cold under your bare knees. The little micro skirt I put you in does nothing to protect them as you bob away at the cock in your mouth. The stranger is gripping your hair and digging his cock down your throat. Every gag makes your balls throb, and your hunger for cum increases.

“No time to savor it, sissy. Look how long the line is getting.”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was standing in the aisle of my favorite grocery store, staring down a mountain of bulk-sized diapers and an alarming amount of diaper rash cream. Just as I reached for a box of premium-brand pull-ups, a very handsome man appeared beside me. I looked up to find a grin on his face that suggested he knew exactly what was happening in my world of ABDLs.

“Hosting a birthday party?” he asked, as he glanced from my face to the mountain of plush, absorbent goods piled high in my cart. I felt my cheeks flush, but I leaned into it and smirked, while tossing my hair over my shoulder. “Some of my guests are just notoriously messy,” I said, as I innocently batted my eyelashes at him.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

If you haven’t guessed by now, I am entirely, unapologetically obsessed with dicks. There is something about a cock in my mouth that feels like a symphony to my senses. I like to take my time selecting the perfect specimen, then warm it up just enough so the precum begins to glisten. The weight of a thick juicy cock in my hand, and the smooth, firm texture in my mouth always promises pure satisfaction for both of us.

I remember the first time I realized how much I truly loved sucking on cocks. It wasn’t just the flavor of the cock itself, but the physicality of sucking one that really sold me on it. I met a guy at a small bistro in NYC and soon found myself slowly and seductively going down on him under the table, letting the taste of his precum linger on my tongue. That man’s thick creamy cum burst forth, coating my tongue with his salty goodness. I wasn’t just tasting it, I was intimately exploring every inch!

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I had spent the afternoon lounging among the mountain peaks, plucking clouds like tufts of cotton, until the tiny, frantic motions of a particularly spirited little man caught my roving eye. He looked like a teeny, tiny spec scurrying across a dinner plate. His frantic gestures only served to heighten my amusement as I reached down with fingers the size of redwood trunks to pluck him from his futile sanctuary.

Cupping my hands around him, I brought him closer to my face. My breath was like a gale-force wind that sent his hair whipping wildly. I couldn’t help but let out a soft, throaty chuckle at the sheer absurdity of his plight. He looked so insignificantly precious, knowing full well that he was entirely at the mercy of my whims.

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I was invited to a bohemian style wedding. And I knew just the place to find the perfect dress. Gypsy’s Vintage Boutique. It was perfect timing because Gypsy has been asking me to come back to play with her and her husband Nomad. If I can get a free dress, even better. After all, when I met them during the spring hailstorm, she promised. She told me that I could have a free vintage wardrobe if I keep getting Nomad’s dick hard. It was the first time he had gotten hard in years. Gypsy had tried everything. (I included the links to the spring hailstorm at the bottom of this blog).
She told me to be there after they closed so we could have the store to ourselves. When I got there, once again, the mood was set with burning incense, herbal tea, and funky instrumental music playing in the background. But this time she had curated a whole rack of dresses for me to try on. She had everything set up right there, not in a dressing room. They were going to be my audience. That was obviously planned on purpose to get Nomad aroused. But……

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“Dr. Julie, will you be my accomplice? I have a very taboo fantasy about my stepdaughter. Can you help me fulfill it?” His voice was hesitant yet hopeful.

As a phone sex therapist, I’m here to fulfill fantasies. So I would absolutely love to. I will start by taking her out shopping for a slutty little outfit. Would you rather her wear a short little dress or some tight little shorts? What do you think about a thin little white tank top to show off those budding little nipples? I knew you would like that idea. And of course I would never forget the cute little lacy panties.

Then I will begin to explain to her the importance of being a good little girl for Daddy. I will tell her how special it will make her feel to make Daddy feel better than anyone else ever has. She will be so anxious to make Daddy happy. And it will become just as much of an addiction for her as it is for you. Maybe even more so when she has her first orgasm and learns how good Daddy can make her feel.

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