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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I fucking love my job. It’s not your typical nine-to-five. I’m getting paid to be an absolute SLUT! Today, I’m working from home, sitting in my cozy bedroom, on my laptop. I’m naked, save for a pair of black lace panties, my long brown hair cascading down my back. I’ve got my headset on, ready to take my next call.

The phone rings, and I answer in my sultry voice, “Hey, baby, what’s your pleasure tonight?” On the other end of the line is a man named Mark. He’s a regular, a man with a deep, husky voice that sends shivers down my spine. “Hey, Amber,” he says, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” “Oh, really?” I tease, running my fingers along the edge of my panties. “What exactly have you been thinking about?”

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restless

Posted 5 days ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I can’t help but feel restless as I sit in my cozy apartment, listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing of my freshly diapered ABDL as he sleeps soundly in his crib. I love taking care of him and all, but sometimes a girl needs a little excitement in her life! That’s when I let my mind wander, imagining a big, strong, hunky man coming over to satisfy my every desire. I close my eyes and picture him in my mind, his muscular body glistening with sweat as he towers over me. I can almost feel his hard, throbbing cock in my hand as I wrap my fingers around it, feeling its girth and length.

“God, I need you to fuck me hard with that big fat dick of yours,” I whisper to myself, my pussy growing wet with desire. I can’t help but let out a soft moan as I imagine him thrusting into me, filling me up and making me scream with pleasure. My hands slip into my panties, feeling how slick and wet I am as I begin to touch myself, imagining it’s HIS fingers, probing and exploring my folds as he prepares to enter me.

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 Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

That lucky little Irish fuck is going to be running amuck in just a few weeks, and this year I’m going to catch him. I’ve been doing my research; see, I thought leprechauns stole from people to get those big ol’ pots of gold, but that isn’t true! They are humble little cobblers, like shoemakers! Though they can not resist the temptation of collecting more and more gold. They spend all their time either stitching soles or finding abandoned gold.

So if I catch me a leprechaun this St. Patricks day, I’ll not only make him grant my three wishes (They have to, it’s a thing), tell me the hidden location of his pot of gold but I’ll also lock that little man up and make him cobble me up some of the hottest new heels for my delicious feet.
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I want to get naked for you, baby. Naked except for my sexy stilettos. High heels on only. I want you to see my body laid bare, my soft curves and smooth skin beckoning your touch. My breasts, firm and perky, nipples hard with desire. My taut tummy, leading down to my glistening pink pussy, already wet with anticipation.

I’ll recline on the bed, legs spread wide in invitation, my black stilettos pointed towards the ceiling. The cool leather against my feet, the ultimate teaser. I want you to drink in the sight of me, your eyes roaming hungrily over every inch. Your cock will be straining in your pants, rock hard and throbbing, aching to fill me up.

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Fisher

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watch as Mr. Fisher relaxes in his hot tub, the bubbles obscuring my view of his toned body. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it’s finally here, I’m not sure where to start. “Hey, Mr. Fisher,” I call out, my voice dripping with confidence. I sashay over to the hot tub, my new tits bouncing with each step. I’ve always been proud of my body, but now I feel downright invincible.

Mr. Fisher looks up, his eyes widening as he takes in my transformation. “Amber, wow,” he says, his voice husky. “You look… different.” I grin, knowing exactly what he means. “I’ve been away at college,” I say, twirling a lock of hair around my finger. “I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Oh really?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?” I lean in closer, my tits practically spilling out of my bikini top. “Like how to please a man,” I whisper in his ear.

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Julie 844-322-2639 Ext 453

I noticed that my panty drawer was messed up Dr. Julie. At first I thought that I was imagining things. But it continued. So I decided to set up a secret camera. Sure enough I saw my husband come out of the bathroom naked. He went straight over to my dresser. But he didn’t go to the panty drawer. He went to my sock drawer. At the back I have cable knit knee socks that I haven’t worn since high school. He pulled out the pastel pink pair. I watched him get so freaking hard as he pulled them on. Then he went tip toe prancing back over to my dresser. Then he went rummaging through my panty drawer. He was just trying to find the panties that matched the socks best. No wonder it was so messed up. He was rummaging around like crazy. He finally found some. And put them on. He didn’t stop there though. I didn’t think it could get worse. But it did. He went over to my freaking nightstand. And he got my dildo out! Then he sat down on our chaise lounge. He pulled his panties to the side.

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Let Me Give It To You

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

You’ve been married for what? Five, seven, ten years, plus? How many of those have you been the one initiating sex? How many years of wedded bliss have you been the one on top or giving it to her from behind while your lazy wife just takes it? Aren’t you tired, baby? Isn’t your dick read to be selfish?

Let me give it to you. Lay down and relax. It’s time for Valerie to do all the work.

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abdl

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

You’re already naked, lying on the changing table, your dick already half-hard. “Amber,” you whine, “I’ve been waiting for you.” I can smell it already, the stink of your full diaper. It’s a fucking turn-on, knowing you’ve been waiting for me, needing me to take care of you. I start to unwrap the soiled diaper, the plastic crinkling as I peel it away from your skin. Your little cock twitches as the cool air hits it.

“Fuck, Amber,” you groan, “it’s so embarrassing.” “Shh, it’s okay,” I say, wiping away the mess with a warm, wet cloth. “I love taking care of you. You know that.” I clean you thoroughly, making sure to get every little crevice. Your dick is fully hard now, leaking precum onto your stomach. I can’t help but smile. “Someone’s excited,” I tease.

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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Taboo fantasies aren’t just dirty — they’re dangerous. The moment you called me, you knew this wasn’t going to be a soft, sweet conversation. No, this is where we peel back your polite little mask and expose the filthy, forbidden cravings you hide from everyone else.I want you to say it. Whisper it to me — the one fantasy you swore you’d never speak aloud. Maybe it’s the naughty babysitter you still dream about. Maybe it’s your twisted craving for someone you should never want. Or maybe you want to be caught — stripped, punished, and used — by someone who knows exactly how wrong it is.That’s the poison of taboo fantasies — they crawl under your skin, infect your thoughts, and leave you aching to confess. And once you do, I own you. Because once you say it out loud, there’s no taking it back — you belong to your filth now.So, confess to me. Every forbidden itch, every shameful scenario. Because with me, your taboo fantasies aren’t secrets — they’re orders.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My best friend’s wedding turned into an x-rated soap opera. The wedding was grand, gorgeous, and breathtaking. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. She had been so nervous. This was the first time her whole, extended, dysfunctional family was going to be together in many years. And then the whole groom’s family would be there. All meeting each other for the first time. Amazingly enough, it all went off without a hitch. The wedding itself, and reception afterwards anyways.

But the bride’s family had an after party. I think her parents thought it would be an opportunity to bring the family closer together. They had all been estranged for many years. But I don’t think they had anticipated what would happen. After lots of food and many drinks, all of the family secrets began to come out. One after another. The more they heard, the more they drank. It became very apparent as to why they had been estranged. And why my friend had always said they were dysfunctional. It was quickly turning into a total fiasco. As the truth came out, family members were wanting revenge on each other. Before we knew it everyone was doing everyone. Continue reading “My Best Friend’s Wedding” →