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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I spotted her immediately – a woman sitting at a table in my favorite coffee shop, engrossed in a book with a covetous title: “Dark Arts for the Desperate Soul.” Her eyes darted up, catching mine, and she quickly looked away, a flush creeping up her neck.

I approached her table with a confident stride, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help noticing your book. Are you interested in witchcraft?” She stammered, her gaze flickering between me and the cover. “Y-yes, I am. But I’ve never…I don’t know much about it.”

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Weaving a Web of Lies

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Weaving a web of lies isn’t so difficult when your victim seeks the trap. It starts so simply. They know they are seeking a connection, just a feeling of being seen by another human, if only for a moment. And when that spark ignites, it’s easy to forget you’ve paid for the flame.

Lean into your delusions as I stroke your ego and soothe your stressors. It’s easy to keep falling when falling feels so good. Then one day, when the lust fog clouding your eyes clears, you realize everything was a lie, and there is no way out of the web I wove.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I love to play with little boys and little toys, but today, I get to be his little toy. Normally I’m the bossy slut who orders the little boys around, but I’m going to be the submissive one today. His name was Tony, and he told me that he would turn me into a really good submissive little pet!

I walked into Tony’s living room, ready to be told what to do. First, I had to strip off my clothes. So first came the tank top, and then came the short little skirt, both hit the floor. That left me standing in my red bra and matching thong, with white knee-high stockings. I didn’t want to be naked, so I begged Tony to let me stay in my lingerie, and he agreed.

I looked so sexy standing in my lingerie, but I still felt so vulnerable. He handed me a bedazzled red collar and matching leash and put them around my neck.

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Oh My Gourd

Posted 2 weeks ago by Francie

Oh my gourd

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

I may be a white bitch, but I’m not your typical white bitch. Sure, I love a good pumpkin patch trip in October like the rest of them, but my intent is much different. I dragged my simp to the local pumpkin patch and forced him to walk around the options.

We were looking for a medium-sized gourd. Not too big, not too small. I was partial to the snowball pumpkins, but for some reason, every time I held one up to his crotch, he would look around in sheer panic. “Oh my God, Mistress, stop.”

“How will we know it’s the right size if I don’t test it?”

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Now and then, when her husband acts up, she calls me to rectify the problem. Of course, I’m happy to come over and put her husband back into his place with my diaper bag of tricks. She had said they’d be on their way to a Halloween party, but that wouldn’t be true when I showed up.

She was dressed in a skin-tight catsuit when I rang the doorbell, and he was wearing some Star Wars get-up. Such a geek. “Oh, Felicity.” She giggled. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve got to go.” I waved her out the door and waited for Baby to see me. His eyes widened, and he began to back up. Oh, baby’s first Halloween with Mommy was going to be so much fun.

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findom

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Attention is currency, and mine is priced high for a reason. Don’t confuse this with being a kind soul, mon chéri. I don’t waste time on ghosts who confuse feelings with transactions. My only rule is etched in the ice of a Montreal winter: I only talk to losers who send me money.

And they are, universally, losers. Not in the theatrical sense, but in the sad, damp reality of their lives. They are the men who linger on the edges of crowds, who treat their pathetic lives like a tragedy requiring an audience. They try to send poems, long screeds about their mothers, or worse, unsolicited pictures of their sad little faces or their sad little neglected cocks.

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Sneaky Panty Sniffer

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I swear this is the last time I better catch you going into my room you sneaky panty sniffer! Like usual I knew someone was sneaking into my room, sniffing and then shooting loads in my dirty panties. I can always tell! But, I had no idea it was you.

Now that I’ve caught you in my panty drawer, you sneaky panty sniffer, there’s no denying it on your part. Especially since I took pictures of you sniffing them when you weren’t looking. I wonder who I should send them to…?

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

What’s the best thing about being a sissy? That’s hard to say because there are different types of sissies, and each of them are individuals! But today, we are going to talk about teasing and denying.

I love teasing daddy a lot. Just the other day I tried on a bunch of sexy Halloween costumes for him. I couldn’t figure out which one to wear to the neighbor’s Halloween party, and who knows better than daddy! He never lies to me, and he always tells me how sexy I look.

I had four costumes to try out, and I did a sexy little fashion show for him. I was a sexy witch, a sexy feline, a catholic school uniform and lastly, a sexy nurse in latex uniforms. Daddy chose the nurse uniform, of course.

Each time I stepped out, I flaunted my goodies in his face and his lap a few times. I did some twirls and bent over, so he could see my panties, but I wasn’t wearing panties in my last try-out. That really got daddy’s engine going.

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Cum Vampire

Posted 2 weeks ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I never imagined my life would take such a drastic turn when that mysterious, brooding stranger bit my neck under the moonlit alleyway. As his fangs pierced my skin, an extraordinary sensation coursed through my veins, awakening a primal desire I had never known existed. That was the night I became a cum vampire.

From that fateful night forward, I was consumed by an insatiable hunger, not for the crimson elixir of the undead, but for something far more… human. Sometimes I wondered if the biting was more than just a feeding, if it was an erotic gift from beyond the grave, a curse and a blessing all in one.

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Trapped In The Graveyard

Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Thick fog coiled around my ankles. I kicked the whisps away from my knee-high black boots and adjusted the backpack on my shoulder. Katie and Tommy dared me to spend Halloween Night in the oldest graveyard in town. It’s a hidden-away little plot with broken tombstones and this two-foot-high fence that does nothing to keep people out. The rusted fence may have had a purpose when the graves were dug, but now the rumors about the ghosts who live there are what keep people far away from the secluded site.

The beam of my flashlight bounces to and fro as I step over the small barrier. My skin prickled immediately from the temperature change. Fog no longer swirled on this side of the fence; it was far too cold. “I shouldn’t be here.” A whisper of a thought echoed in my mind, but I wasn’t one to back down from a dare. I’d show Katie and Tommy that the rumors were stupid. Obviously, ghosts aren’t real.

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