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The Whole Gym Knows

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Oopsie! I forgot today is back and bi’s. Sleeping through my alarm had me darting out of the house without a single thought other than how late I was for work. It completely slipped my mind that I’d forgotten to unlock Michael’s cock cage this morning. Michael is a good sub and rarely complains except when he has to wear his cage to the gym.

Because he is so good, I compromise, and every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday morning, I unlock his cage before I leave for the day. He hits the gym (to keep his body perfect for me) and stops by my work on his way home to get his cage back on. Today, however, I was scheduled for meetings that I was already late for and there would be no way for me to unlock Michael before his workout and this is how the whole gym found out the fittest dude in the gym wears a tiny pink cock cage for his Goddess.

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He was a soldier

Posted 5 days ago by Amber

soldier

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

He was standing on the corner, bathed in the warm glow spilling from O’Malley’s Pub. He was a soldier, I could tell from the crisp cut of his hair and the easy confidence in his stance, surrounded by a boisterous group of his comrades. His eyes met mine, and the noise of the pub seemed to fade into a dull hum. He simply stared, a magnetic pull drawing me in.

He broke away from his friends, a sheepish grin on his face. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Are you headed home? Mind if I walk with you?” I hesitated. The walk was short, only a few blocks. But the man exuded a raw energy that both intrigued and frightened me. “That’s kind of you,” I said. “But it’s really not necessary.”

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Crossdresser Caught In My Closet

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My roommate decided to throw a house party. She promised it would be like ten people max, but the house was crowded when I got home from work. Loud punk music played through the speakers, and before I could even push through the door, I had to shove through a cloud of stoner smoke. To say I was angry was an understatement. Finding her through the horde of people would have been impossible, so I stomped my way up to my room.

Honestly, I half expected to walk into some random couple fucking on my poor bed but to my surprise, my bedroom door was shut and it was quiet on the other side. I flicked the lock and threw down my things. Annoyed and exhausted, I moved to my closet so I could get out of my work clothes and at least be comfortable, but to my surprise, there was a crossdresser in my closet!

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I am so excited and feeling optimistic. I know now that it’s most definitely going to be a Hot Girl Summer. This is a new start for me. I finally see light at the end of the tunnel. My parents aren’t going to be able to control me anymore. I know I will be able to support myself if I get this job. Then I can drop out of college and finally have the life I’ve always wanted. And this looks like the best job ever. It’s definitely for me. The dress code is lingerie which is perfect since I have a lingerie addiction. I’ve spent so much on lingerie and have tons of it. It’s all working out the way it’s supposed to. I can feel it. The girls are having so much fun! The atmosphere is so exciting. Everyone is happy. The music is upbeat. It’s the place for me. I asked if they were hiring. The hostess went to get the manager. Then she came back and told me that I was going to do a video interview. She gave me a uniform which was a little top and shorts. Then took me to a back room.

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Cum with Amy

Posted 1 month ago by Writer

Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

This siren is luring you into a world of forbidden fantasies and unbridled passion. As a phone sex operator, I’m here to ignite your desires, to set your senses ablaze with my sultry voice and seductive charm. My words are my instruments, weaving a web of eroticism that will leave you breathless and wanting more. I’m a masterful storyteller, crafting scenarios that will transport you to a realm of pure hedonism, where your deepest desires are my command. My voice is a gentle caress, a whispered promise of pleasures yet to come. Let me guide you on a journey of self-discovery, where the boundaries of reality fade away, and all that’s left is the thrill of the unknown. I’m your accomplice in seduction, your partner in pleasure.
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boyfriend

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Recently, my best friend Tayla and her longtime loser boyfriend Lucas found themselves in the midst of a heated argument at the local dive bar. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of too many drinks and pent-up frustration that had been brewing for weeks (well, more like months). Once again, in an effort to make himself appear far superior (and cooler) than he actually is, Lucas told everyone that he’s related to a famous rockstar and wanted Tayla to play along. Tayla, her eyes flashing with anger, wasn’t having it. She hates it when Lucas lies, especially when he insists she participate. Tayla turned around, her heels clicking sharply on the sticky floor, and stormed out of the bar, leaving Lucas looking like an idiot and feeling very embarrased.

Lucas, desperate to salvage the night, followed her out, his voice pleading as he called after her. “Baby! Baby, you can’t just walk home! Let me drive you!” Tayla, her back stiff with defiance, snapped back, “Well, I ain’t helpless here, you’re just someone I can’t stand. I can find my own way home, I don’t need you!”

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

By day three of the music festival, my nerves were charred. Everything and everyone was just fucking annoying. I wanted to go home early, but my boyfriend’s favorite band was closing out the festival, and he wouldn’t budge. He dragged me to the drink tent and promised to keep me pleasantly buzzed until it was time to go.

Drink in hand, we pushed our way through the throngs of people to find somewhere to enjoy the final day. The shorts I had packed were too short to be comfortable, really riding up my ass, and the knotted seam was grinding on my clit. Being horny and annoyed isn’t a Francie combo you want to play with. Being an ass man, he kept grabbing at my exposed cheeks as we swayed to the music. Normally, I’d be down for that, but as I said, I was in such a bad mood. Finally, after the fifth time I slapped his hand away, he took the hint and took a few steps away from me. He was letting me be miserable in my own little bubble.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

The night sky was a blanket of stars as we stepped out onto the patio, walking towards the hot tub. Darren, my best friend, looked at me with a mischievous grin. We’d been best friends since we were kids, but over the years, things had started to change. The once innocent friendship had slowly evolved into something more. We both knew it, but neither of us had the courage to admit it. Until tonight.

The booze coursed through my veins, giving me a boldness I wouldn’t normally have. I watched as Darren stripped down to his boxers, his muscular frame glistening in the moonlight. I felt a familiar heat building inside me. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, before reaching behind and unzipping my dress.

Darren’s eyes widened as the fabric pooled around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace underwear. “Mercedes,” he breathed, his voice husky. I could see the desire in his eyes, and it only fueled my own.

I stepped towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. “What?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before.” He chuckled, stepping closer until we were just inches apart. “Not like this,”  Continue reading “Hot Tub Sex with My Best Friend” →

Fisher

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watch as Mr. Fisher relaxes in his hot tub, the bubbles obscuring my view of his toned body. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it’s finally here, I’m not sure where to start. “Hey, Mr. Fisher,” I call out, my voice dripping with confidence. I sashay over to the hot tub, my new tits bouncing with each step. I’ve always been proud of my body, but now I feel downright invincible.

Mr. Fisher looks up, his eyes widening as he takes in my transformation. “Amber, wow,” he says, his voice husky. “You look… different.” I grin, knowing exactly what he means. “I’ve been away at college,” I say, twirling a lock of hair around my finger. “I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Oh really?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?” I lean in closer, my tits practically spilling out of my bikini top. “Like how to please a man,” I whisper in his ear.

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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Taboo fantasies aren’t just dirty — they’re dangerous. The moment you called me, you knew this wasn’t going to be a soft, sweet conversation. No, this is where we peel back your polite little mask and expose the filthy, forbidden cravings you hide from everyone else.I want you to say it. Whisper it to me — the one fantasy you swore you’d never speak aloud. Maybe it’s the naughty babysitter you still dream about. Maybe it’s your twisted craving for someone you should never want. Or maybe you want to be caught — stripped, punished, and used — by someone who knows exactly how wrong it is.That’s the poison of taboo fantasies — they crawl under your skin, infect your thoughts, and leave you aching to confess. And once you do, I own you. Because once you say it out loud, there’s no taking it back — you belong to your filth now.So, confess to me. Every forbidden itch, every shameful scenario. Because with me, your taboo fantasies aren’t secrets — they’re orders.

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