Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
AH HA! I fucking caught you! I knew someone was sneaking into my room and rifling through my dirty hamper, I just didn’t know it was a wanna be sissy panty sniffer!
Oh, what’s that? You don’t want to be a sissy? You just love how my musky scent lingers on the fabric after a full day of wear? Sure, sure. And you only slip the panties up your hips because you’re imagining humping your pathetic clit against me while I’m wearing them?
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
From the moment I met Jonathan, I knew there was a beautiful woman inside him just aching to come out. At family gatherings, everyone probably wondered why I would sit and stare at my brother in law. But the truth is that I was fantasizing about doing his makeup. And dressing him up in a dress, stockings, heels, and a little lacy bra and panty set. I’m not sure why it became such an obsession to me. I think it was just because I could feel how badly he needed and wanted it. He didn’t have to tell me, I just knew. I knew those big, blue, sultry eyes would look so sexy in a smoldering smoky eye look. The thought of coating those lush lashes in mascara for the first time had me so aroused. His perfect pouty lips were begging to be lined and filled with fuchsia, then coated in clear, sparkly gloss.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I adjusted my camera, ensuring my background was just as comforting and ‘mama-like’ as I hoped my presence was for her, eagerly anticipating the flood of color and giggles that was sure to follow as soon as the connection solidified between us across the miles.
As the screen flickered to life, she appeared, a vibrant burst of color against her soft pastel bedroom wall. “Mama! Look!” she squealed, twirling clumsily to show off her latest carefully curated ensemble. It was a concoction of pure joy and imagination. She wore a rainbow-striped onesie, complete with little ruffles on the shoulders and a convenient snap crotch, layered over a soft, slightly bulky pull-up.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Are you a man with zero limits? Because that’s what I’ve been searching for. Do you live a kinky life or are you one of those vanilla boys? Can I count on you to be limit free or are you going to come with all kinds of vanilla boy rules?
What’s your fetish of choice? I’m down for anything as long as there are zero limits involved. Are you by chance a sissy slut? Because I have a soft sport for all sissies. No matter what you’re into come along my lover, it’s time to make you mine.
Continue reading “Call Me If You’re A Zero Limits Kind Of Guy”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
It was supposed to be just one episode of our reality trash TV show, and then Joel was going to go home. Only we couldn’t indulge in the drama of other people’s lives without a drink. So one glass turned to two, and two turned to three. The next thing I knew, Joel was in no condition to drive home when our show ended. “I’ll just call an Uber.” He slurred at me, and I giggled as I shook my head.
“No way, Jose! It’s snowing so badly out there. You can’t ask anyone to drive in that. So stay here with me tonight and let it snow!”
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
“Miss Zoey, can you make me a butt cake?” My little sissy girl asked me one day at my sissy daycare. “What are you talking about?” I asked. She took out a pencil and a little pad of paper and wrote “bukkake” and then turned the pad around to show me. “See, butt cake!” She proudly pronounced. “Well first, it’s pronounced bukkake. But it’s a very special kind of cake. You’d have to help me make it.” I told her. Her little sissy eyes lit up and she nodded excitedly. “I’d love to help you make bukkake, Miss Zoey!” She shouted and bounced up and down on her toes. Continue reading “Sissy Baby’s First Bukkake Adventure”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Tami begged Mommy to go trick or Treating. Little did this naughty, filthy baby girl know that Mommy Anna had a surprise for her: A Halloween Costume any Sissy baby would flip out for: a Firlly, Fushia Pink Unicorn with a rainbow skirt. Tami squealed with glee and ran to try it on piece by piece. Mommy put hot pink extensions in her hair and gave her matching sparkly shoes.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
This year’s Halloween party was going to be unforgettable. I’d planned it carefully, picking the perfect theme and costumes for me and my sissy. I combed through his wardrobe, picking out a skimpy latex mini-dress and thigh-high stilettos. I styled his hair in a messy, sex-kitten updo and applied a bold red lip. My sissy’s curves looked heavenly in that little number. I thought he was the perfect slut for our soiree.
Once he was all dolled up, I set to work on my own look. I opted for a vampy witch costume, black lace and leather, with a strategically placed cutout that showed just a hint of cleavage. We were both going for a wickedly sexy aesthetic, perfect for a night of debauchery.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏ ☏ ☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Big Sister Zoey had returned home from school. Tami was excited to see her; she could hardly wait. She bounced up and down as soon as she heard the bus squeak his faulty breaks down the road. ‘’Zoey! Zoey! Big Sister Zoey!’’ Tami cried. As soon as Zoey burst through the door Tami was jumping and bopping up and down.
Continue reading “Big Sister Zoey comes back from school for Tami”
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Dr. Julie, Can you help me? I have a confession to make. I’m a married, straight man. But I have a deep, dark secret that I’ve never admitted to anyone before. Not even myself. I’m not sure if it’s a fantasy or a fetish. But I can’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I try. I’m so ashamed to admit it, but I fantasize about cock. I dream about what it tastes like, what it would feel like in my mouth, even what it would feel like inside of me. But I love my wife Dr. Julie. I’m so confused. Why do I want to drink cum so badly? The thought of a face, ass, and mouth full of cum turns me on more than anything else. I feel guilty admitting that when I have sex with my wife, I fantasize about cock. What’s wrong with me, Dr. Julie? I feel so flawed. Can you cure me?”