extra-terrestrial blog

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They say the oldest profession adapts to anything. Mon Dieu, they were not wrong. Here I am, French as a baguette, running my little ’boutique sensuelle’ on Rue St. Dennis in beautiful Montreal (sweet bebe, you thought I was Parisienne French, didn’t you?). The clients? Well, that’s where it gets…interesting. You see, most of them aren’t human. They’re not even from planet earth.

Take tonight. My appointment, a Xylorian (pronounced “Sy-lor-ee-anne”) named Gleep, looked like a particularly disgruntled pile of amethyst-colored jello. Four eye-stalks, all twitching. He’s from a species that primarily communicates via bioluminescent mucus, which, let me tell you, makes for some truly messy pillow talk. And the smell! Like fermented algae and existential dread, even with the station’s advanced atmospheric scrubbers. But, c’est la vie, Gleep pays in rare crystals, which are currently trending on the galactic market. He also (naturally) leave quite the trail of slime after he cums.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I want to smother my lover with my big, luscious titties. Yes, you heard that right, and I know you’re already getting turned on just by reading this. I’m not ashamed of my desires, and I’m here to embrace them fully.

Today is the day he’s coming over. He’s been anticipating this moment, and so have I. We’ve been texting all day, exchanging naughty messages about what we’re going to do to each other.

As soon as he walks through the door, I pull him close and wrap my arms around him. I can feel his excitement as he presses his body against mine. We kiss passionately, our tongues intertwining, and I can’t help but grind my hips against him.

“Smother you with my titties?” I whisper seductively in his ear.

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sexy stepmom

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My new husband was away on business, so it was just his son Johnny and I in the house for the next 2 weeks. I was looking for something to do, something that would help us feel closer, when it dawned on me. I should teach him how to sexually please a woman! So, I went to my bedroom and put on the sexiest pair of red lace panties and a matching bra, and then added a sheer red robe and black stripper heels. I put my hair up in a messy bun, as I didn’t want to tangle it. This could get wild.

Johnny gulped as I made my way down the stairs. He had been playing video games and was not expecting me to appear in such an outfit. I sat in front of him, on the coffee table, blocking his view of the television. Johnny sat up, looking me up and down as I crossed my legs. “You like what you see, Johnny?” I asked, looking him in the eye. He nodded eagerly as I slipped off my robe, revealing my lacy red bra. I could see the outline of his hard dick

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College Slut

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I love being a college slut. It means that I get what I want from basically every guy and teacher on campus. Who wouldn’t love that?

But I understand that to be a college slut I also need to look the part. I know going back to school doesn’t normally mean lingerie shopping, but for me it’s necessary. Returning to school after a summer break always feels like a fresh start, which also means fresh new men I can flirt with.
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Amber Chaperons Alexus' Professional Hypno-Therapy

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Playing in one’s mind can be a perilous game. For the boy who granted access, that is. Russel came to me a while back because he’d fallen into a trap. He allowed a wicked Mistress into his mind, and she planted triggers, making it impossible for him to date. He was nervous around women and thought that if hypnosis got him into that situation, just maybe it could also get him out.

On my couch, he found utter relaxation. His mind welcomed me in, and I made it my playground. Erasing some triggers, planting new ones, and making him my toy while his mind was putty between my fingers. Russel, however, began to question the professionalism of our sessions after going home to find cum in his pants after every therapy hour.

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Mikey's Misadventure into The Dumps

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Oh dear, I know. I can imagine what you’re thinking when you see such a shocking image! How could anyone toss a poor diaper boy into the dumpster, right? Well, let me start by telling you I’d never date a Bully. A Bull, yes, a Bully, No! So Trayvon has some explaining to do. I prefer to be the only meanie in a relationship, and no one gets away with treating my Mikey that way! Also, I think it’s important to remember that I only have Mikey’s version of this story, and everyone knows babies sometimes fib a little.

But I’ll tell you what Mikey told me, and maybe you can help me decide what to do next. Last weekend, I told Mikey to stay home and behave himself because I had a date with Trayvon. Tray is a six-foot-two, muscular black guy whom I met at the gym. He’s pure masculine energy, total Alpha vibe, like the opposite of my little nerd, Mikey. Mikey, understandably, was curious and confused as to why Mommy wanted to date when the two of them could stay home and snuggle.

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Camming With My StepDad

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Sometimes, when I get bored, I go on those sites where you cam with strangers. I like to be naughty and mysterious. I only show my tits until I find someone hot to play with who makes me wanna play with my pussy. I’d skipped over countless dudes who were all super boring, but then a face I recognized appeared on screen. It was my stepdad! He was in his home office, and I could even see pictures of me on the wall behind him. He was shirtless and rubbing a huge bulge in his boxers. I knew I should skip to the next person, but he could only see my chest; he’d have no idea it was me. And a large part of me wanted to see what was under those boxers.

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Pumpkin Spice Titties!

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

School’s back in session, football is on the TV, and pumpkin spice is back at Starbucks! It must be fall, y’all! I love this time of year when the leaves start to change colors and the weather gets cooler. Not to mention, once one thing starts to be pumpkin-flavored, EVERYTHING follows suit.

So this year, I’m dipping my massive titties in pumpkin spice, and all the baby boys can spice up their lattes with fresh breast milk!

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Pt. 1

“Tami, Mommy Stephi’s got a special surprise for you!” I said walking into the nursery. “special surpise? Oh Mommy Stephi whats the surprise?” I could already tell by the sound of her voice Tami was extremely excited. I smiled, a devious grin on my face. Sissy baby Tami had no idea what was in store for her. 

“Oh you’ll see baby Tami, but we have to get ready to go, the surprise is located somewhere else…” I giggled slyly. “lets get you ready to go” I said walking over to the changing table. I grabbed the diaper change bag and started to pack all the necessities. “I don’t know Mommy you seem to be very secretive about this surprise. I think you may be planning something bad.”

I laughed “you’ll just have to wait and see Tami, I’m not going to ruin the surprise.” After picking out a cute purple dress and purple socks I laid a very fussy Tami onto the change table to get her ready to go. 

“Mommy Stephi, why do we have to travel for the surprise. I wanna know I wanna know now!” Tami started fussing more, she just had to know what Mommy had in store.

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voyeur ********* play story

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jackson, you’ve been a very bad boy…” I purred into the microphone, my voice a low, seductive whisper. Jackson’s eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of my voice. He knew I was watching, but he didn’t know how. I could see the panic in his eyes. The fear of being caught! What a fantastic way to keep him in line, I thought to myself. No one likes a confident sub!

“On your knees, Jackson,” I commanded. He hesitated for a moment before looking towards the door where his wife was busy in the kitchen. “Now,” I added, my tone leaving no room for argument. He dropped to his knees, as his heart pounded in his chest. I could see it, the way his shirt moved with each beat, the way his breath hitched in his throat. I watched as he reached for his belt, his hands shaking as he undid the buckle.

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