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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It’s no secret that my titties have their own zip code. I’ve learned to live with the constant stares, the unsolicited advice, and even the occasional “Do you need a forklift?” joke from people who assume my back hurts (news flash – only sometimes).

Enter Jake. I met him at a low‑key art opening, where I was pretending to admire a landscape painting but was actually scrolling through memes on my phone. He knocked over a glass of rosé, apologized, and then asked if I’d like to join him for a coffee. He seemed nice enough at first glance and I’m not one to say no to someone who can turn a clumsy moment into a witty one, so I said yes.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He came in to my studio under the guise of a “creative consultation,” which was a vague term that meant nothing more than “I want you to see what I’m not allowed to touch.” He’d been a lawyer, a man steeped in contracts and clauses, but his eyes betrayed the yearning for something raw, unfiled.

I learned early on that the word “taboo” is a suggestion, not a law. It’s a whisper that shivers down a willing spine. And, of course, I love to make that whisper roar. So, I offered him a chair. Not the comfortable kind. The useful kind. “Stella,” he whispered, “I’ve read the rules. I’ve signed the consent forms. I’m yours, for as long as you want.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

From the very first day of kindergarten, I knew that the institutional setting of the public school system was not for me. I continued to get in trouble because I just wanted to get expelled. My parents thought the answer was an exclusive college prep school. But the only thing I liked about it was the cute little schoolgirl uniforms. Well, let’s put it this way, I made it cute by tying the top under my boobs to expose my midriff. And rolling the waist of the skirt up to hike it up as short as possible. And I got some really cute little patent leather mary jane shoes. Of course they enforce a very strict dress code. Even the classic cable knit knee socks have to be pulled taut, straight, and perfectly cuffed.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Gary woke up on a table tied down by his wrists and ankles. He had no clue where he was, but he had a gag in his mouth so he couldn’t ask me. He tried to lift up his head to look around the room, but that was no help either. He was a friend that had come to me previously, begging me for some anal training. I was happy to oblige.

Gary was able to look down at his own body and saw that his puckering asshole was ripe for the taking. I had a smooth vibrator with a narrow-pointed tip, and as it went down, it got wider. He wouldn’t believe the power in the vibration either, but he was about to find out.

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The New Guy

Posted 1 week ago by Anna

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

One of Mistress Anna’s girlfriends began seeing a new guy. They had invited Mistress Anna out with them to meet this new guy, to which Mistress Anna hesitantly agreed to, as she had many much better things to do. The three of them met for dinner.

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Finger Your Boy Pussy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639

“Oh my God!” Michael yelled. “I can’t believe you have me fingering my pussy!” I laughed at the astonishment in his voice. It was our first call, and I don’t know what he expected to happen, but when he told me he read my profile and thought it sounded sexy. I knew exactly how this would end.

Michael was face down ass up in his wife’s panties and heels with his fingers stretching out that hungry hole for me. His panties were drenched with precum, and his lips smeared with her lipstick. For someone who wanted to be a sissy girl, I’d say he was well on his way now.

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sea men

Posted 2 weeks ago by Cory

sailors

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My obsession with sailors and “sea men” began, as all great historical follies do, with a documentary about the Age of Exploration. I found myself utterly mesmerized not by the intrepid captains or the promise of new worlds, but by the burly, salt-crusted men swabbing decks in the background.

There was something about the coiled energy in their forearms and the way their necks met the rough wool of their pea coats. As I’ve always believed, a man who can tie a bowline knot under pressure is a man who could, you know, do a lot of “other” things with equal, competent grace.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first thing I noticed was the scent of rosemary and cold steel that has seeped into the hallway. Ethan had already begun his morning, the way I taught him to. The brass tray on the footboard of my bed was laid out with meticulous precision. A single red rose, a glass of chilled water, a notebook bound in black leather, and a slender silver key I gave him last winter. He knows the key does not open any lock. It is the symbol of my permission to bear his devotion.

I slipped out of the silk sheets and stepped onto the cold wooden floor. My boots clicked, echoing off the painted walls like a metronome. He was waiting, kneeling at the base of the doorframe with his eyes lowered and his hands clasped behind his back. “Good morning, Mistress,” he murmured.

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Valentine's Day

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, so I’ve been hearing from all of my lovers. The married ones, especially, have been sending me gifts and money. They think they’re buying silence, but the truth is…they’re not. They’re buying the story they tell themselves in the mirror about how they’re still good men, even though they’re fucking filthy cheaters. And me? I’m the price of that delusion.

A serpentine bracelet, diamonds for scales, emerald eyes. It’s from Michael, the cardiologist. His wife posted a photo this morning of the heart-shaped pancakes she made for him. “My rock, my everything,” the caption read. Michael’s hands, the ones that hold human hearts for a living, were trembling when he clasped this expensive bracelet around my wrist. He wasn’t paying for my affection. He was paying to prove to himself that he could still be reckless, even while being overwhelmed by minivans and mortgage payments.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404  ☏☏☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna and Sexy little Sister Amber were downstairs talking in the kitchen. Amber went upstairs to grab her new lingerie set and show Mommy Anna, but when she entered her room she gasped: There she found their bad little frilly socks boy! He stole Amber’s pantyhose and her frilly socks and was trying them on in front of the mirror.

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