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Even though he has a small cock my husband is definitely sweet. Unfortunately, that small cock doesn’t really do a thing for me when it comes to fucking. His dick is pretty tiny and I’m a size queen, so I can’t even feel it when he tries to put it inside me. He says I’m being cruel when I say that, but I really can’t help it. I’m just being honest. If he thinks the truth is mean, well then I guess that’s just a bonus for what I want to do to him! Because in my opinion that small cock of his makes him the perfect cuckold for a women like me.

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Mothers Day Tea Party Ends In a Stink!

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Every Year on Mother’s Day, I like to host a single Mama’s brunch. I invite over all my girlfriends who are raising smelly babies all by themselves and treat them to bottomless mimosas and girl time. I had everything all set up perfectly yesterday when the doorbell chimed, announcing my guests. As I walked from the kitchen through the living room, a vile stink slapped me in the face.

“Pyyyouuuu! What is that smell?!” I waved my hand in front of my face, horrified that this smell would be the first thing to greet my guests. Then I saw the source of the stink! Mr. Stinky Pampers was squatting near the couch with his toy trucks in his hands.

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Catfight. As I strode into the pulsating nightclub, a surge of energy coursed through my veins. The air crackled with anticipation and the throbbing music pounded in my ears.

Amidst the throng of people, my body collided with a middle-aged woman. Her drink splattered over my hot sexy dress, sending a wave of icy liquid down my spine. Fury surged through me as I turned to confront her.

‘Excuse me,’ I snapped. ‘You spilled my drink.’

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Do you have those days, too? When you leave the house looking fly as fuck, and the world seems sunny and divine. Everyone just seems enamored with you, and everything easily comes your way. Those days are the best. But then there are the opposite days!

These are the days when your hair just looks greasy, and your clothes refuse to fit like they did when you tried them on in the store. The type of days where you drop everything you pick up, and everyone seems to hate you. Those are the worst, and on those days, I just want to let my hair down and say fuck you universe.

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Should I Tatt My Tits Or Ass

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I been thinkin’ bout getting a hot tatt. Only problem is where the fuck should I put it? I got great fuckin’ assets no matter where you look, right? These massive boobs could use some ink, but this tight little ass could use a target for when you fuckin me from behind and want to spank me.

Come wit me to the tattoo parlor, and let’s look at the options. Would it turn you off if I got your name tatted into my smooth, ebony skin?

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I have the dick you need. Let’s just stop with the games. We both know you’ve been prancing around the bush for far too long. Wanting something you are afraid to take can be the most pleasurable experience of your life. Cock’s like mine are always on your mind. You know you want to be with someone like me; stop hesitating and dive right in. The longer you wait, the more it denies you of pleasure untold.

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Bondage Beauty

Posted 8 months ago by Rita

Bondage Beauty

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Being his bondage beauty makes me so proud. We walk through the dark club, hand in hand, as Master and sub. My eyes are cast down, watching our feet move in unison. He’s fully dressed in a suit, and I’m wearing only a nude-colored thong. To anyone looking, I’d appear fully naked, save for my tall heels.

I’m not shy or ashamed; I’m his little work of art, or I will be once we get on stage. The crowd is milling about, drinking, dancing, and talking. I feel eyes clocking us as we move, and then murmurs follow. “He’s here.” “That’s the Dom I was telling you about.” “Oh, look.” Then, the group of people shifts focus when I follow him up to the center of the stage.

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Kaykay Diapers a Real Big Boy

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When you talk about something all day long, it tends to stay on your mind. That’s kind of how I ended up diapering a real big boy. A man who didn’t want to be diapered at all! Here at work, I’m surrounded by sissies and pathetic baby bitches who shove diapers at me all the time. They BEG to be tapped up and forced to regress. I never thought I would enjoy forcing someone into pampers until my friend’s son started hitting on me.

My friend is my Mom’s age. We met at the pool and became fast friends, regardless of the age gap, so it didn’t surprise me that she had sons my age—cute ones, too. Whenever we hung out, her oldest constantly flirted with me—even in front of his girlfriend! I decided I would punish him for that by forcing him into a diaper.

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Open your wallet, Daddy.  Daddy always gives me what I want.  When you hear my silky voice whisper filthy things in your ear, you can’t resist me.  You know what I want, Daddy.  I mean there’s more than one thing that I want.  First and foremost, I want that big dick in your pants.  You remember all the things I did with your dick the last time you let me play with it.  I remember how hard you came for me, Daddy.  Do you recall all the places I let you put your dick?  I let you put it where Mum never lets you put it.  Right up inside my hot firm sexy ass.

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“Feel Like A Woman”

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Everyone says Kellie’s brother is a little strange. No one can really put their finger on what makes him just a bit off, but it’s something. Every time he comes up in polite conversation, someone shakes their head and says, “That boy sure is strange.”

Well, I guess you could say I didn’t really know either until this morning when I caught him all gussied up like a girl, jumping on Kellie’s bed. Scream singing to Shania Twain’s “Man, I feel like a woman.”

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