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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I had been hired to take over the management of a failing company, and the first person on the chopping block was Chris. He had only been there for a few weeks, but wow, he was bad at his job! I called him into my office, and he stood there nervously as I told him he was on thin ice. But then, I had a change of heart. Perhaps I could fix him.

“Chris,” I began, “I’m going to give you one chance to keep your job.” He looked at me with wide eyes, hopeful that I wasn’t going to fire him. “I want to stay here,” he said, “I like my job and all. What do you need me to do to make things right?” I leaned back in my chair with a smirk playing on my lips. “I’ll do whatever it takes,” he promised. Famous last words, I thought to myself.

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giantess

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

They say I’m an Amazon, a Giantess, and they’re not wrong. At six-foot-seven, I literally tower over most people in our world, especially the ‘Littles’ like my Dad. He’s not just short; he’s perfectly proportioned, just small. Like a doll-sized person. And in our world, women like me? We run the show. We always have.

I was supposed to be packing for university, dreaming of dorm life and lecture halls. But Dad was panicking. “Who’ll help me reach the top shelf, darling? Or drive me to the market? Or even get me up onto my bed?” He meant it. He really can’t manage those things alone. His little hands struggle with the steering wheel, and a standard bed frame is like a mountain. So, he made me an offer: stay home, and I’d be in charge. The house, the finances, everything. For an allowance, of course. A sizeable one. That clinched it. College could wait.

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The Bad Doctor

Posted 3 days ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’m not proud of what happened, but desperate times call for desperate measures. My expensive insurance won’t cover the medication I so desperately need. The doctor’s harsh words still echo in my mind: “Sorry, Diana, but that medication is out of your network.” As I gripped the armrests of his plush office chair, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Without that medicine, my chronic condition would worsen, leaving me debilitated.

That’s when Dr. Thompson leaned in, his voice husky with a promise. “If you let me take care of you in a more…personal way, I’ll provide you with the medication for free.” My heart pounded as I processed his proposal. Could I really resort to such a transactional agreement? But the desperate woman in me knew I had no choice.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My phone buzzed, displaying a name I’d purged from my active memory: Max. We used to date, for a brief, almost embarrassing, period. That was, until I discovered just how minuscule his dick actually is. We’re talking the size of a chapstick tube, maybe even a used one at that. Our relationship, if you could even call it that, ended abruptly after I realized my needs were just going to gather dust, indefinitely.

His voice on the other end was a pathetic, wavering mess. He started apologizing, rambling about how he’d messed up, how he missed me, how he’d changed. He even dared to beg me to take him back. My mind, however, was already back in my apartment, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’d actually have to fake it again. The answer was a definitive, resounding no. I can’t date a guy who is utterly incapable of satisfying me! And what did he mean by “changed”? Did he have a donor cock surgically attached to his tiny little weiner?

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Tinkering Trio

Posted 1 week ago by Francie

Tinkering Trio

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

My step-dad is having his weekly poker night in his tinkering room. He builds all kinds of weird things in there. He’s been begging me to hang out with him in there so we could bond, but I don’t care about all the weird science things he messes with. Mom is gone for the weekend, and I can hear his ***** friends laughing and joking as they play their stupid card game.

All of a sudden, the power throughout the whole house flickers and goes out. At the same time, the noise from the tinkering room goes silent. After a few seconds, I hear the backup generator roar to life, and a few lights come back on. When the sounds of grown men playing their games don’t start back up, I wander down the hall to find out what happened.

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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I remember the first time I truly embraced my role as an ABDL Mama. It wasn’t some grand revelation under a disco ball, it was more like a slow, creeping realization. Things began innocently enough, with a few playful indulgences. But before I knew it, my linen closet was less about sheets and more about industrial-sized diaper bundles. And my mornings routinely kicked off with a debate over whether the “baby” preferred his pureed squash or a somewhat lumpy oatmeal.

The alarm clock wasn’t just ringing anymore; it was practically a lullaby for grown men in footie pajamas, and I frequently found myself trying to decipher complex grunts and gurgles. To anyone else, they would sound like a malfunctioning plumbing system but, to me, they were clearly demands for more juice. My grocery runs became legendary. Gone were the days of buying kale and quinoa! My trips to the grocery store are more about a veritable convoy of baby wipes, oversized onesies, and enough powdered formula to feed a small army. An army that, conveniently, always needed a nap after consuming said formula.

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slut

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I’ve always had a reputation for being a bit of a free spirit. I was born in Quebec, and maybe that’s where my love for adventure comes from. We all know the Quebecois are fond of adventures! I’ve never been afraid to explore my desires, and that’s exactly what brought me to this small, romantic town on the coast of Italy last week. I’d been wandering the winding streets, taking in the sights and sounds, when I stumbled upon a quaint little cafe. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wafted through the air, and I couldn’t resist stepping inside.

As I entered, I noticed a handsome man sitting alone at a table near the window. His eyes met mine, and I felt a spark ignite within me. He smiled, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I approached him, my hips swaying seductively as I walked. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, my French accent on full display. He grinned and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Please, do,” he said, gesturing to the empty chair across from him.

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cock carnival

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

On my tropical vacation last week, I’d somehow stumbled upon this adults-only amusement park called “Erotica Land.” It wasn’t advertised on any mainstream tourist sites, more like a whispered legend passed between hostel-dwellers. Intrigued, and admittedly a little bored, I found myself walking through its surprisingly tasteful, yet undeniably suggestive, gates.

The park was a kaleidoscope of risqué rides and themed attractions, but one particular monstrosity dominated the skyline: a colossal, undeniably phallic structure that twisted skyward. A neon sign at its base pulsed with a name that made me snort-laugh: “The Cocktival.” I couldn’t resist. As I got into the line, a theme park employee, looking suspiciously like a retired burlesque dancer, handed me two items. “For the cream, sweetie,” she purred, pressing a sealed condom and a pair of industrial-strength swim goggles into my palm. My eyebrows shot up. This was going to be an experience.

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Cowboy Summer

Posted 2 weeks ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

The summer air was electric with excitement as the rodeo rolled into town. As a local, I couldn’t resist the allure of the dusky arena, the smell of sweat and leather, and the raw energy of the competition.

That’s where I met him – the hottest cowboy I’d ever laid eyes on. Tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw, his piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me. He wore his hat at a rakish angle, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he surveyed the crowd. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our gazes met.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

 Long ago, I was never the type to indulge in one-night stands but, when I met Lestat at that dimly lit bar, everything changed. He had a magnetic pull that was hard to resist, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. We talked for hours, sharing our stories and dreams, as the night grew darker. The air was thick with desire, and I could feel the heat between us growing with every passing moment. It was only a matter of time before we decided to take our adventure to the next level.

Lestat’s apartment was a short walk away, and as we stumbled through the door, our clothes seemed to melt away with every step. Our bodies were pressed together, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. The intensity of our connection was electrifying, and I knew that this night was going to be unforgettable. As we lay on his bed, entwined in each other’s arms, I felt a sudden urge to take control. I wanted to give Lestat the most pleasure he’d ever experienced, and I knew exactly how to do it.

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