masturbation

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It smells in here, like cheap drinks and a lot of dreams. I walked fast through the backstage hall and pushed open the door to my small dressing room. I needed privacy and quiet. But I needed something else, too.

On stage, I am bright lights and fast moves. My smile is for the money. But in this quiet room, the smile is just for me. I looked at the mirror. Glitter was everywhere. I started taking off my outfit. The velvet, the straps, the tight little things. Slowly. I like this part. Peeling off the layers and the feeling of myself, it comes back.

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diaper boy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I still remember the day I met Mark. Tall, dark, and diaper-clad. His pants were noticeably puffy in the crotch, and a wry smile played on his face as he introduced himself. As we struck up a conversation, the puff in his pants grew, revealing a telltale outline. Mark casually mentioned his “accidents” and how they’d been an issue his whole life. He explained that he wears diapers when he’s away from home as a “safety net” in case he wets himself. I was taken aback, but his charming self-assurance put me at ease.

Fast forward a few months, and there I was, the girl who carried diapers in her purse, because you never know when Mark might have an “oops” moment. We’d become quite the pair, giggling through public mishaps and turning nighttime wetting into a playful routine. After Mark’s morning shower, we’d drape him in a fresh diaper, then I’d stroke his cock as he came to the crinkly sound of my hand moving up and down his shaft inside his clean pampers.

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Mommy's Foot Loving Baby Boy

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Johnny loves many things about his Mommy, but his top two favorite things are my stinky feet and my soaked pussy. Yesterday, He was so hungry to sniff both that when he woke up stinky in his nappy, he rolled Mommy onto her back and folded up my legs into criss-cross apple sauce. My ankles locked just above my pussy mound, and Johnny lay on his tummy just under my feet and cunt. Groggily, I looked down at my sweet boy and asked what he was doing. He pushed his nose to the balls of my feet, then inhaled while stretching his tongue out to flick at my clit.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ll never forget the day I walked into that strange interview. Mr. Johnson, the suave CEO, greeted me with a smile that could melt ice. We settled into his plush office, and he began the usual drivel about “fitting in” and “company culture.” But before I could even uncross my legs, he threw me a curveball.

“So, Diana, tell me, how far would you go to get this job?” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his leather chair.

My cheeks flushed, and I squirmed in my seat, unsure how to respond. “Uh, I mean…I’d do whatever it takes, I suppose?” I stammered, trying to sound professional despite the thrill buzzing through my veins.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

Professor Thompson met with me outside his special room. We found an empty room to have our little discussion. He begged me not to show anyone what was on my phone. In fact, he really begged me to delete the video I had taken, but I told him that I was going to need it for some reassurance. He begged and pleaded with me, asking what he needed to do for me to forget the whole situation.

I sat there for a few minutes thinking about what I really wanted, what I needed. His class was the hardest class I was taking that semester. I let him know that the difficulty from his class was putting me behind in everything else. I really could use some help on the midterm paper. Maybe turn it into a little speech or talk, one on one instead of the actual paper, and some additional extra credit so that my final grade was an A at the minimum.

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First Time Theater Slut

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The adult theater, in the back of the “bookstore,” was empty when I arrived. My heels stuck to the floor in a way that made my stomach turn. How many men had unloaded on this floor or spent hours on their knees, sweating with strangers behind them?

Various porn clips played on the wall of TVs, and I took a seat in the middle row. Quiets moans echoed all around me, even though I was the only one here. My legs fell open, and my hand drifted over my thickening cock. Soon enough, there would be someone here to serve me, but there was no harm in warming up.

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Trifecta!

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

To say the weekend was a trifecta of pleasure would be an understatement. I finally checked off the prized box on my sexual bucket list: having cocks in every hole simultaneously!

It all began when my friends convinced me to join them at an exclusive, invite-only soiree. Little did I know, the night’s entertainment would be beyond anything I’d imagined. Among the sea of faces, three hot guys caught my eye: Bryce, Jax and Danny.

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He was kneeling before me with his head bowed. Fear is a sound I understand intimately. It’s a language universally welcomed and accepted here. My gaze drifted down the line of my black pencil skirt, lingering on the whip on table beside me. “Look at me,” I commanded.

The sound of my voice broke the tension like a glass shattering. He flinched, then lifted his chin slowly and reluctantly. His eyes were a deep, unsettling blue, swimming with an emotion I recognized instantly. It was the terrifying beauty of surrender. He wasn’t looking at a person; he was looking at the weight of his own submission.

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groupie

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I leaned back against the peeling faux-leather sofa, nursing a flat ginger ale. My eyes weren’t fixed on any one person; they were sweeping, taking inventory of the faces that mattered. The ones leaning over the mixing board, the ones holding the actual contracts. My gaze skipped past the girlfriends, the wives, the stable ones. They were wallpaper.

I live for the proximity. I don’t care about the music, not really. When you’re standing next to someone who is currently being applauded, some of that heat spills onto you. I care about the glow. For a few hours, I’m not just so-and-so from nowhere; I’m Jamie who was with HIM. It’s a borrowed shine, and I’m addicted to the reflection.

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diaper sissy

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.

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