Tag: phonesex

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I love planting spring seeds. Nurturing them until those beautiful little bright green sprouts start to emerge from the ground. So I was happily going about my day. It was a crisp and cool spring day. Perfect weather for gardening. I was in my own little world, minding my own business. Of course I was talking to my little seeds to fill them with love and motivation to grow. But I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered it anyway. “Hello, it’s Julie” I greeted the caller.

“Julie, you’re driving me crazy. I’ve been watching you bend over in those little, short shorts for hours. That ass has my cock so hard.” He whispered in a low, super sexy voice.

I looked around at the neighboring houses and wondered which window he was watching from. Normally I might have been a little creeped out. But the sound of his voice was making my body tingle, and my pussy wet. So I decided to tease him a little bit. I started bending over on purpose. And spreading my legs so he could get an even better view.

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Spring Forward

Posted 2 days ago by Alexus

Spring forward

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

It’s that time of year again! They say, ‘ Spring forward,’ I say spring on this dick! There is no better way to spend your lost hour than making up the time, sucking and fucking this dick. You know how much I hate mornings and waking up, so this time of year is extra hard for me.

You need to be a good little cock slut and ensure I wake up in a good mood.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Henry’s eyes flickered behind the spreadsheets and quarterly reports. Until, inevitably, he received another annoying text from his on/off girlfriend, Kelly, who was angry that he was at the office on a Saturday. “You shouldn’t put up with that,” I said, flatly. “She knows you’re working this weekend. Why does she have to start a fight with you about it?”

He stared at his laptop. “She’s my girlfriend,” he finally muttered, as if the definition mattered more than the drama. I leaned forward and the scent of my strawberry perfume wrapped around the table. I was furious that, yet again, Kelly had a burr up her ass and wanted to make Henry pay for it. Not to mention the fact that it had been a long, sexless winter for me and I was ready and willing to help him forget all about that bitch.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It’s no secret that my titties have their own zip code. I’ve learned to live with the constant stares, the unsolicited advice, and even the occasional “Do you need a forklift?” joke from people who assume my back hurts (news flash – only sometimes).

Enter Jake. I met him at a low‑key art opening, where I was pretending to admire a landscape painting but was actually scrolling through memes on my phone. He knocked over a glass of rosé, apologized, and then asked if I’d like to join him for a coffee. He seemed nice enough at first glance and I’m not one to say no to someone who can turn a clumsy moment into a witty one, so I said yes.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He came in to my studio under the guise of a “creative consultation,” which was a vague term that meant nothing more than “I want you to see what I’m not allowed to touch.” He’d been a lawyer, a man steeped in contracts and clauses, but his eyes betrayed the yearning for something raw, unfiled.

I learned early on that the word “taboo” is a suggestion, not a law. It’s a whisper that shivers down a willing spine. And, of course, I love to make that whisper roar. So, I offered him a chair. Not the comfortable kind. The useful kind. “Stella,” he whispered, “I’ve read the rules. I’ve signed the consent forms. I’m yours, for as long as you want.”

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findom

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It started innocently enough. A few flirtatious comments on a subreddit, then a DM in chat asking if I wanted to “play a little game.” The first time I saw his card clear, I felt a rush that rivaled any high‑octane thrill. The game in question was to see how many times I could milk his wallet before he cried.

The thing is, I’m no stranger to findom. In fact, I’ve been doing it for longer than you might believe. My X profile, for example, may look like your typical e-girl’s garden du jour but among a collage of sexy gifs, “exposure” of a few very naughty subs, and reposted baddie stuff, there’s a photo of me with caption that reads, “Your wallet is my playground.” The paypigs always find me. And then the real fun begins.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

There I was, perched on the edge of a plush velvet sofa in Kayla’s living room. Sammy, our sissy girl was excitedly describing the man she’d chosen to marry. He was a team lead at her workplace and he already had a fiance, but that wasn’t going to stop Sammy. Especially, with Kayla and I there to encourage our little homewrecker virgin whore.

As Sammy talked about how she could see the shape of her future husband’s thick cock through his dress pants every morning, Kayla nudged me and whispered, “We should help her choose her bridal lingerie for the wedding night her pussy will never forget!” I laughed, because even just the thought of our sexy little Sammy bouncing up and down on that cock in virginal lingerie was deliciously mischievous in and of itself. “You’re on, babe,” I whispered back.

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Mary – 1844-332-2639 x 350 

I had been spending so much time with my students, teaching them all types of naughty things, that I needed a much-needed break. Since my husband was still away on business, probably slipping his cock in his secretary, I decided to have a spa day and retreat at home. When I arrived back home from the spa, I noticed my new neighbors settling in. Their son, who looks like he’s barely legal, seems to enjoy watching me. Today, as I pulled into the driveway, I could feel someone looking at me. Lo and behold, there he was, in his shorts with a clearly visible erection.

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findom

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He’s a man I’ve never met. An anonymous figure with a number for a name. paypig‑247. He found me through a thread of desperation and desire. A place where the lonely and the willing collide. He sends me a DM and offers his payment info immediately. I process it and click “reply.”

“Money is the first offering. Show me you understand your place.” A few moments later, I see a notification on my screen. He extends our session by another hour. I feel a slight tremor of satisfaction. A dark delight that comes not from the cash itself but from the submission it represents. He probably watches a flickering TV, waiting for his next command. He thinks he’s safe behind a screen, but I can feel how nervous he is.

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abdl

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I had just woken up beside my sweet ABDL Valentine, David. He was already awake. “Mama, Mama, I had a dream!” David exclaimed, as his eyes sparkled with excitement. He was wearing his favorite blue onesie and a snug pampers.

“What was your dream about, baby?” I asked, pulling him closer for a cuddle. “I dreamed that you played with me and made me make cummies in my diaper!” he said. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment almost as soon as he said the words out loud. Still, I could see a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

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