Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna and her girlfriend heard some noises coming from the nursery so they decided to investigate. Victoria Kate and Megan were trying to escape the nursery once more! Mommy gasped as she caught them. Victoria Kate insisted that she wasn’t doing anything wrong, that Megan put her up to it. But Mommy didn’t buy any of it.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Last Sunday started like any other. I woke up early, made breakfast for Ronnie and his sister, and got them ready for church. “Here,” I said, handing Ronnie a crisp twenty-dollar bill. “This is for the church donation. Make sure you put it in the collection plate, okay?” “Yes, Mama Cory,” he chirped, grabbing the money. His sister, always the responsible one, nodded solemnly. Off they went, all sunshine and smiles. I trusted them implicitly, or so I thought.
A few hours later, they returned. His sister, bless her honest heart, pulled me aside as soon as we were in the kitchen. “Mama Cory,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “I saw Ronnie at the candy shop across the street from the church after Sunday school! He was buying a whole bag of jawbreakers!” My heart sank. The donation money! I felt a surge of disappointment and a familiar maternal irritation bubbling inside me. Guiding an Abie to do the right thing can be incredibly hard, y’all! “Ronnie!” I called out, trying to keep my voice even. “Come here, please.”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna and her girlfriend woke up in the morning only to find the nursery door left ajar and Victoria Kate missing. Mommy Anna immediately became upset, jumping to conclusions and assuming that Victoria Kate was up to her old ways again. She ran downstairs only to find her baby girl’s stuff still there. Her girlfriend said that she forgot to give Victoria Kate her age regression treatment last night but whispered that she had a plan, reassuring Anna.
Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293
“Mr. Daniels… I swear, I wasn’t trying to distract you.”
I’m sitting on your desk, legs crossed, skirt hiked up just a little too high. My blouse is unbuttoned enough to reveal the lace of my bra — and the way your eyes keep drifting tells me I’m doing exactly what I intended.
You lean back in your chair, arms folded, voice deep. “This isn’t appropriate, Carina.”
I bite my lip, sliding one heel off slowly, letting it drop to the floor.
“I know. But you called me into your office… and I figured maybe you wanted a little one-on-one performance review.”
I shift, just enough to let the hem of my skirt ride up further. No panties. I made sure of that.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
We’ve been best friends since we were kids. There have been times through the years when we thought it could be much more. But the timing never worked out. While we were both in and out of relationships, he wanted to save himself for marriage. A part of my heart always thought that might be me. But when he fell in love and got married, that part of my heart was crushed. All I’ve ever wanted for him is to be happy. But from the time I met her, I knew she wasn’t the one for him. He has a huge heart of gold. While she’s just so cold. I had always imagined him with a very sweet, kind, and compassionate person. But she’s just not, at all. I could never figure out what is was that he loved about her. But he did. So I just had to accept it. I figured there had to be a side of her that I didn’t know. But recently he asked me out for drinks to catch up.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
He thought he could handle me. He was confident when we met. The kind of man who thought he’d seen and done it all. “I don’t scare easy,” he said with a cocky smile, sipping his drink. I smirked. “You haven’t met a woman like me yet!” We went back to my place, and I could feel the energy shift as soon as the door closed. He kissed me hard—hands on my hips, tongue demanding. But I let him have his fun… for a minute.
Then I shoved him back against the wall, dropped to my knees, and yanked his pants down. “Still feeling brave?” I asked, stroking him slow, watching his breath skip beats. His hands reached for my hair. I slapped them away. “No touching!” I demanded. That was the first rule. “You don not get to touch the queen until I tell you too.The second came after I dragged him to the bedroom and told him to strip.
He obeyed, surprisingly quiet now. I tied him to the chair—naked, exposed, and so fucking hard he was dripping. “I’m going to ruin you,” I whispered, straddling his lap, grinding against him with just enough friction to drive Continue reading “He Thought He Could Handle Me”
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
My favorite sissy was already kneeling when I walked in, hands resting in his lap like the obedient little doll he was. Silk panties hugging that useless bulge. Lips glossed, eyes wide, eager. My favorite sissy. “Good girl,” I purred, running my fingers through his wig. “You’ve been waiting patiently, haven’t you?” He nodded quickly. “Yes, Mistress.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek—soft, slow. Then slapped the other one. Just hard enough to make his lip tremble. “Speak when spoken to, baby.” He whimpered. God, I loved that sound.
I made him crawl behind me to the bed, swaying my hips just to watch him squirm. He was already leaking through his panties—so easy, so desperate. “Take them off,” I ordered, and he did, revealing that pathetic little clit of his. I giggled. “Oh baby… still small. Still so useless. But you’re so pretty, aren’t you?” I dragged my nails down his chest.
“You’ll never fuck me like a man. But that’s not what you’re for.” He moaned as I pushed him on the bed, straddling his face. “This is your purpose, slut. You serve. Must worship and satisfy.” I lowered my pussy onto his mouth and he moaned Continue reading “My Favorite Sissy”
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.