Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He calls the shots and I love it. It starts with a look. Not the kind of look that asks. The kind that commands. The kind that tells you what you’re going to do—and you already know you’re going to do it. He was older. Powerful. Hands always in his pockets, voice low, calm… but his eyes? They owned me before he ever touched me.

“I see the way you look at me,” he said one day, closing the door behind us. “You want to be told what to do, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. I just dropped my eyes and nodded. “Strip. Knees. Now.” And I obeyed. God, I obeyed.

I knelt on the floor—bare, trembling, wet. He circled me like a predator with all the time in the world. He touched me only when he wanted to, how he wanted to. One hand in my hair, the other between my thighs. Every whimper was permission for him to take more.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” he warned. “Understand?” “Yes, Sir.”
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My Lingerie Collection

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It’s no secret that my lingerie collection is vast. So, who out there wants to see it? How many of you guys will finally admit to having a lingerie Fetish so I can take you on a tour of my closet?

Now, if you admit to loving lingerie too, then I need to ask. Do you love silky pieces or are you more of a lace man? Are you the kind of guy who gets hard just seeing women dressed up in lingerie? Or do you want to wear it yourself which is why you’re so intrigued by my lingerie collection?

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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.

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My Son's Bully

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Sean isn’t the kind of boy who stands up for himself. He’s a bit of a nerd and very shy. Obviously, I was upset when he came home with a black eye. “What the fuck happened to your face?” I asked as I cradled his soft cheek and turned his head side to side. Of course, he told me it was nothing, just a boy at school.

A boy at school, my ass. This was unacceptable! It took a while before Sean finally gave me the boy’s name, but when he did, I was relieved that I knew his Father. I’d just call him up and get this all settled. No one was going to bully my boy.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Room 619 – The night I let go. I wasn’t supposed to be there. Not in that hotel. Not in that hallway. And definitely not in that bed with him. But the second the elevator doors opened and I saw his silhouette leaning against the wall near Room 619, I felt my pulse throb between my thighs. He didn’t say a word when I walked up—just opened the door, let me in, and locked it behind us.

We were both supposed to behave. He’s off-limits—older, taken, dangerous. But I’ve never been a good girl. I’ve always had a taste for what I shouldn’t touch. And tonight, I needed to be ruined. The second the door clicked shut, he was on me. Hands greedy. Mouth desperate. I moaned into his kiss like I’d been holding it in for weeks—because I had. My dress hit the floor before I could even gasp. His hands were rough, his grip unforgiving, and it made me ache.

He threw me on the bed like I was his favorite secret. His mouth traveled down my body, kissing, biting, worshipping. When he slid his fingers inside me, I arched so hard I nearly broke. “So wet for Continue reading “Room 619 – The Night I Let Go” →

Last Sunday

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Sunday

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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.”

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Stinky Mr. Pampers Wrecks Our Brunch

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There are many ways to enjoy a weekend, but one of my favorites is inviting the girls over for brunch. Mercedes and Diana are such great company; boy, can they gossip! We huddle around the little patio table, sharing tea and cock stories while stuffing ourselves full of little biscuits and cookies. Normally, that’s how our bottomless mimosa brunches go, but today, I was stuck babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers.

If you’ve been around here for a bit, then you’ve probably figured out how this stinky winker got his nickname. HE is one of the smelliest babies around! Oh, sorry, I mean smelliest BIG BOYS, around. The girls and I were talking about the latest stud Mercedes had bent over her bed while Mr. Stinky Pampers was playing with his little toy trucks. Or so we thought he was playing… Until the smell hit us!

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I am so excited and feeling optimistic. I know now that it’s most definitely going to be a Hot Girl Summer. This is a new start for me. I finally see light at the end of the tunnel. My parents aren’t going to be able to control me anymore. I know I will be able to support myself if I get this job. Then I can drop out of college and finally have the life I’ve always wanted. And this looks like the best job ever. It’s definitely for me. The dress code is lingerie which is perfect since I have a lingerie addiction. I’ve spent so much on lingerie and have tons of it. It’s all working out the way it’s supposed to. I can feel it. The girls are having so much fun! The atmosphere is so exciting. Everyone is happy. The music is upbeat. It’s the place for me. I asked if they were hiring. The hostess went to get the manager. Then she came back and told me that I was going to do a video interview. She gave me a uniform which was a little top and shorts. Then took me to a back room.

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Liam is a willing participant in our little game of power and control. His bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of nervous sweat. Liam was strapped to a plush velvet chair, his eyes wide and pleading. Miss Anna, a vision in a tight black dress and sky-high heels, circled him as if she had found her prey. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Now, Liam,” Anna purred, her voice dripping with mock concern. “We had a deal, didn’t we? Hands behind your head. Or else…” Liam whimpered, his gaze darting between Anna and me. “But… but it’s been so long,” he stammered, his voice laced with desperation. “Please, just a little…” “A little what, Liam?” I interjected, pushing myself off the doorframe and strolling closer. “A little touch? Perhaps a little relief? You know the rules. Obedience is rewarded, disobedience is punished.”

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It was a three hour flight. But I needed that time to study my lines. Luckily first class was empty. I had it all to myself. Or so I thought. A sexy gentleman rushed in last minute.

Once up in the air, I ordered a drink. Then I got comfy and grabbed my script. I had gotten a small, recurring role on a soap opera. It had been a lifelong dream. So I was beyond excited. But I was very nervous at the same time. Then I overheard the gentleman talking to the flight attendant. He was also in the film industry. This piqued my curiosity. So I looked over to see if I recognized him. He caught me looking. I was so embarrassed. I’m sure he could tell. He smiled and winked. I felt my heart flutter and my pussy tingle. Who was this this sexy man, I wondered. I just had to know.

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