Thirsty Man

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

He walked into the empty house, unaware of the events that would unfold. Feeling hungry from a day of work, he searched the kitchen for a snack. Not a single crumb of food was found in the cabinets, the pantry, or the refrigerator, for that matter. The only thing he could consume was a small vial atop the kitchen counter labeled “Drink Me.”

He had seen movies where such vials were dangerous, but the audible sound of his stomach rumbling decided for him. The thirsty man popped the cork off the vial and tipped it to his lips. Allowing the clear liquid to slip down his throat caused a warming sensation in his belly as soon as it landed.

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ass eating

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

There’s just something about the way he eats my ass. He doesn’t actually EAT it. He just licks. Nibbles. Presses his mouth around my hole like he’s trying to hoover it. His tongue traces the entrance. His teeth graze the delicate skin. Not a bite. Never that. Not yet. But close. Close enough to make me shiver. Perhaps it’s warning. Or a promise. He calls it my peach. Says I taste just like one. Sugar and sun, with a secret tang underneath.

I hate that I like the word. Peach. He doesn’t say it in a sweet way. It sounds more like hunger. Like something clawing at the dark. The way his hands tighten on my hips when I arch toward him, wordless, desperate. The way his breath hitches as if he’s losing control, when in truth, I’m the one unraveling.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Some days are so long and terribly stressful. At the end of a long day, all I want is to go home and curl into the arms of a sexy, ALPHA. There is just something about the way I feel when wrapped in a man’s arms. His bigger body protecting mine, and the way his neck smells when I nuzzle into that perfect little crook.

It’s a feeling of security and gives me the chance to really relax. It’s exactly what I need to de-stress. However, today, when I came home from slinging dildos at bored, tipsy housewives all night, the man I wanted to hold me and be my big, strong hero was dressed in a diaper and sucking on a binkie.

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Flickering lights

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It started when the power went out. Flickering lights, the fridge groaning, right as I was tucking Benny into his bed. “Mama Cory, was that thunder?” he whispered, wide-eyed, clutching a stuffed waffle toy. I smoothed his hair, adjusted his thick pull-up, and said, “No, baby. Just the flux capacitor acting up again.” I wasn’t sure what I meant, but it sounded sci-fi enough to soothe him.

As the basement lightbulb popped with a suspicious snap, I told my boy to stay put, kissed him on the forehead, and grabbed my glow-in-the-dark taser (which, admittedly, was just a repurposed sex toy). Armed with maternal instinct, I descended the stairs into the dark, humming the theme song to my favorite show as a way to stay focused.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Julie, I want you to be my real life lingerie model. His words echoed through my mind. He confessed that he was obsessed with women’s lingerie. From the time he was a young boy, he would anxiously await the department store catalogs. He couldn’t get to the women’s lingerie section quickly enough. His cock would get so hard in anticipation. It would drip as he flipped through the pages. His addiction just continued to intensify. Before he knew it, he was wearing his mom’s panties. And he couldn’t cum unless he was wearing panties and looking at girl’s lingerie. Over the years he had a fantasy that he never thought could ever actually come true. He fantasized about a real life doll that he could dress up in lingerie. That’s when he told me that he wanted it to be me. He said that he wanted to buy me all kinds of lingerie and dress me up in it. I didn’t realize how serious he really was. But the lingerie began arriving. All of the colors were so beautiful. And he’s obsessed with soft, buttery fabrics. So everything just felt so luxurious against my skin.

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sissy domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

“I need a proper master,” he said, with his voice cracking. I smirked. Beta males like him are easy. They’re predictable. They think submission is a shortcut to feeling alive. I named my price and he handed over his wallet without hesitation.

He called himself “Luke.” I told him to drop the name. “You’re Luce now,” I said, savoring the way his breath hitched. I made him kneel, of course, then crawl to fetch my boots. He obeyed, but there was something off. His hands trembled not from fear, but from eagerness.

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Step-Sister Is the FemDom You Crave

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

“Travis!” My mother bellowed up the stairs, and my step-brother fumbled out of his room as I was coming down the hallway. He kept his eyes down as he passed me and whimpered, “Sorry, excuse me.” He was jogging to see what she needed, but I noticed he’d left his laptop open on his bed in his hurry. Curious as to what kind of porn he’d be into, I stepped into his room and gazed at the screen. A pleasant thrill washed over me, seeing his search history was all for FemDom porn. “Rita, I’ll be back this evening. Be sure to do your chores!” She screamed up the stairs, and I hollered back.

“Oh, don’t worry. They’ll get done.”

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cum sluts

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ve always liked the feeling of a day’s worth of grime sliding off me like a second skin. After a twelve‑hour shift, the world feels like a filthy hallway and there’s nothing better than a bath. Especially, when you’re full of sticky cum! This is why Zoey and I have developed a “bathing” ritual.

After work we meet at the dim corner booth of the bar that never closes. “Another night, another cleaning,” she says with a grin. We both know what that means. We’re not looking for a house‑keeper. We want someone who knows their way around a woman’s body. That’s when we notice the bartender, Hugo.

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findom goddess

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I didn’t start this whole findom goddess thing on purpose. It was more like a side hustle during my “career break” after years of being a “professional” babysitter. One day, I woke up after posting a cute selfie (in which you could see my feet) to the realization that I went viral.

Suddenly, my follower count was higher than my self-esteem and I was fielding requests from people who called themselves “Cory’s Losers,” which was a little creepy considering, but hey…who am I to argue with someone who wants to pay me for simply existing?

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Roxy 1(844) 332- 2639 Ext 414

There’s just somethin’ ‘bout a cowboy. So when my friends invited me to the rodeo, I was so excited. Of course there was a cowboy that caught my eye. He looked me up and down, winked, and smiled. My heart melted. I could tell the feeling was mutual. But I could also tell that boy was a heartbreaker. All the girls were going gaga over him. It was obvious that he knew he was cute. Why are we girls always attracted to these kinds of bad boys? My mind told me to keep walking but the rest of me couldn’t resist him. He had me mesmerized. I turned around and walked right back over to him. He didn’t seem surprised but rather like he had achieved some sort of accomplishment. He removed his cowboy hat, swept his sun kissed curls from his forehead and took a swig of his beer. We exchanged phone numbers. Then my friends and I were on our way. But I just couldn’t get him out of my head all day. That evening my phone rang. It was him. He asked if I’d like to go have a drink and bite to eat. I agreed.

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