A Feminization Fairy Tale Role Play. A long time ago, in a land far away lived a meek and small boy who lived with his father, mother, brother, and sister. The father expected his sons to grow to be strong and masculine, but Paige did not feel masculine at all. He felt feminine and delicate. His father punished him every day to try and teach him to be a man but to no avail. Paige continued to be gentle and submissive, and subservient. He was banished to the women’s quarters, where he was teased while being dressed and treated as a girl. Paige lived in a limbo world and never felt like she fit in anywhere though she wanted too so desperately.
Age-Play? – Yes please.
There was once a girl named Stacy. Whose dad was really smitten. He took her away, for a three-year stay, until she got old and boring. And oh, the fun things that happened during those three years.
The way mom dressed you up was all pretty in that sparkling blue dress as your adventure began. The one that made your pretty young eyes and cute dimpled cheeks just pop. The contrast with your bubble gum pink lips, well, it’s hard to know what inspired mom more. The hard-on on you were gonna give daddy, or the fucking that would surely overwhelm your tiny little mouth and still developing cunt. Yes, I said cunt. When you dress like Stacy’s mom dressed Stacy it’s a cunt between your legs, no other word would catch the meaning just so.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Oh, you silly, silly thing. You thought you could keep him all to yourself. I only wanted to say thank you after our introduction, but you said you’d “handle it.” Did you think keeping him at arm’s length was going to work? You were selfish with a remarkable man, selfish in more ways than I can count. Only being selfish never pays off like you think it will. You ran off the best man, probably the only one who truly understood your black heart. Your arrogant self made many mistakes, but the ultimate misstep was telling him, “Kayla will take care of you.”
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!”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I don’t like to tell this story, but I think if I do, it may save just one little girl or boy from going through what I did. So, I’m going to be brave and tell you about how the grinch stole my virginity. Just like every Christmas eve before, my mom told me to go to bed early so that Santa could come. She would always say, “He knows when you are sleeping, and he won’t bring you any gifts if you are awake.” I didn’t understand why Santa had to be so sneaky or why he didn’t want to be seen, but I tried to go to sleep as she said.
Only I wasn’t tired. I never go to bed early, plus I was so excited about my possible presents that it was nearly painful to close my eyes and lie still, but I tried! I squeezed my pillow tight and closed my eyes, willing the night to pass quickly!
Shemale Alexus 1844-332-2639 ext 349
Every year doorways are decorated with mistletoe, and people kiss as they pass under it. Some people even use this tradition as a way to break the ice and earn their very first kiss with a special someone, but why? Have you, like me, wondered why we kiss under some spring of leaves? It’s strange, to say the least. I had to look into it!
There are many fambles, as with all ancient traditions, that vary with each culture. The most beautiful one is that a Norse Goddess lost her son to an arrow made of mistletoe. After his passing, she vowed that mistletoe would kiss anyone who passed beneath it so long as it was never used to hurt anyone ever again.
Sylvia * 844 332 2639 * 428
Cougar at work is what my friends say when we go out partying. There’s something about the age where now I feel so confident in going after what I want. In my younger years, I tried to do all the things possible to attract boys and never understood I had everything they wanted. It was in my Jr Varsity cheerleader uniform that I discovered it. Wearing an extra firm sports bra didn’t help much either. Without telling the coach; I altered the top so my tits would almost fly out when being tossed around in the cheers. Watching the boys all get hard-ons really made my panties wet. Don’t let the girls tell you they don’t know what they are doing because they do. Soon I was having to make my mind up about which I was going to be: a little angel or a tramp. Continue reading “Cougar At Work”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Now that Thanksgiving is over, I can comfortably begin decorating for Christmas. I really hate rushing the holidays since they are so special, but Christmas is really my favorite. This year, I hired a handyman to hang the lights along the eves. My vision would be better executed by a professional. Our neighborhood was having a decorating contest, and I wanted to win.
My friend Candy was over when the handyman showed up. We were pleased to see he was about our age and very good-looking. Not some potbellied older man who’d fall off the ladder halfway through tacking my display up.
WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230
A New Daddy For The Holidays – Sugaring is so easy but that’s just the beginning of my relationship with a new Daddy. Most people think that being a Sugar Baby is about entitlement. But it actually requires a lot of finesse and skill. Am I entitled? Of course I am because I deserve all of the things and more. But there is more to it than just that. What else would you expect? I always get everything i want. And I do mean everything. Does that mean that I will spend Daddy’s money? Yes, I will. The difference is, I never have to ask or demand. Daddy always wants to spend it on me.
VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232
Perverted and pathetic is essentially what you are. Of course you try to keep up appearances and pretend to be a normal guy. But your little addiction has begun has become a real problem for you. Not to mention the fact that you have that small penis issue. Your marriage is also in a perpetual rut. This was supposed to be just a bit of harmless fun. You thought phone sex would be a mere distraction and that it would be good for you. Wrong, twerp. The fact is, this has became something so much more, hasn’t it? It really is unfortunate that you lack even an ounce of self-discipline or willpower. The very idea of a pervert like you is repulsive. But that doesn’t stop you from harassing unsuspecting women with your particular brand of nonsense.