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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve had an interesting week. It involved pizza, questionable life choices, and an experience I can only describe as “unexpectedly empowering.”  It all started with a text. You know, the kind that makes you raise an eyebrow and think, “Did I read that right?” A friend, we’ll call him Bob (because let’s be honest, every story like this involves a Bob), asked me a question that landed somewhere between bizarre and flattering. “Hey, Cory. Do you know anyone who would come over and fuck you while I watch?”

My response? Let’s just say it was less “Dear Abby” and more “YEAH, BABY!” Look, I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t intrigued. Curiosity got the better of me, okay! Besides, who am I to deny a consenting adult their preferences? So, I brought over a friend, popped some popcorn, and prepared for the weirdest Netflix and Chill session of my life. Let me tell you, there’s something strangely liberating about being the center of attention in that kind of scenario. It’s like performance art, but with more kissing. Or maybe less. Not always on the mouth, but definitely on the lips! Depends on your definition of art, I guess.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

CJ is a sweet ABDL most of the time, but sometimes? Sometimes, he morphs into a tiny, tantrum-throwing tornado with a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. Today was one of those days. It all started with the beach. Sunshine, sand, the promise of melting ice cream – what’s not to love, right? Well, apparently, my decision to prioritize, oh, I don’t know, grocery shopping and laundry over sandcastles wasn’t exactly met with joyous applause. More like a symphony of whining that quickly escalated into words I definitely didn’t teach him.

Now, I’m a reasonable person. I believe in second chances, in using your words, in deep breaths. So, I gave him a warning. A stern one. The “Mommy is not playing around” kind of warning. Did it work? Nope. Instead, the verbal volcano erupted again, this time spewing a fresh batch of colorful language directed right at yours truly. So, yeah, I spanked him. Did I enjoy it? Of course not. But sometimes, a little tangible consequence is the only language this guy understands.

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Kevin

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

We all have those people in our lives—the ones who orbit our world, never quite landing, always just…there. And then there’s this guy. Let’s call him Kevin. (No offense to any Kevins out there, but it feels like a fitting name for this particular brand of awkward admirer.)

Kevin calls me sometimes. Not for anything important, mind you. Not for scintillating conversation or a shared intellectual pursuit. No, Kevin calls to…well, to put it delicately, “appreciate” my voice while “engaging” with me. Okay, fine, he goons. Actually, he’s your typical loser who pays me to pay attention to him while he goons over my photos because he can’t have someone like me in real life. It’s pathetic. There, I said it.

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Daddy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I absolutely LOVE Daddy’s itty-bitty peen! I mean, seriously, have you ever seen anything so cute? It’s like it’s just waiting for me to scoop it up in my mouth and give it a good tickle. And let me tell you, it tastes amazing! I don’t know what Daddy’s been eating, but his tiny peen is always so delicious. It’s like a salty, musky little cream-filled treat, just for me. Mmmm…YUM!

I love getting him all riled up and excited, watching his face contort in pleasure as I lick and suck on his little thing. It doesn’t get much bigger when it’s hard, it just kinda sticks its head out enough to say hi. LOL Which is fine by me because Daddy’s so good with his mouth that I almost don’t miss being fucked in the traditional sense! And the best part? Knowing that I’m the one who’s in control. I’m the one who gets to decide when he gets to have his fun and when his little peen gets to explode!

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sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My sissy, Stella. She keeps me constantly on my toes (and occasionally reaching for the headache medicine). Let’s be clear, I adore her. I truly do. But sometimes, dealing with her is an interesting process. Now, the allure of having a sissy is obvious, isn’t it? The delicate dresses, the painstakingly applied makeup and perfect hair, the eager-to-please attitude. It’s all very appealing, if you know what I mean. She’s a blank canvas ripe for artistic expression and lets me do anything and everything to her holes. And believe me, I’ve been expressing myself.

But here’s the kicker: my little darling? She’s still got a few…Um…Glitches in the system. There are days when she’s the epitome of feminine grace, fluttering around in fancy dresses and stockings and lace, batting her eyelashes with the precision of a seasoned professional. Then, BAM! Out comes the “boy voice.” You know, that deep, gravelly rumble that belongs on a construction site, not coming from a vision swathed in pink chiffon!

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pegging

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The reasons guys call me are varied, to say the least. Some are looking for a playful romp, a bit of lighthearted fun and maybe a tickle fight (okay, maybe not EXACTLY a tickle fight). Others seem to yearn for a 1950s housewife, ready to cater to their every whim, both in and out of the bedroom. Then there are the fellas with a genuine love and admiration of women’s undergarments. Hey, I totally get it! Lingerie is S-E-X-Y!

And then…Then, we have the guys who love nothing more than a good pegging session. Now, for those of you who might be living under a rock (or perhaps just haven’t stumbled down that particular corner of the internet), pegging, in its simplest form, is when a woman uses a strap-on dildo to penetrate a man. It’s a role reversal, a power play, and let’s be honest, a heck of a lot of fun!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I disappeared into the bedroom, the air already thick with the promise of the evening. Liam was sprawled on the couch, lost in some video game, all rumpled t-shirt and focused frown. Perfect. Tonight was one of those nights. I loved the ritual, the slow transformation. The dress I chose was simple, black, and clung just enough. But the real magic was underneath.

The rustle of silk always made me smile. These pantyhose were a recent obsession – a smooth, tan shimmer that felt decadent against my skin. They hugged every curve, making my legs feel impossibly long and sleek. It was an armor of confidence, a silent invitation. I padded back into the living room. Liam hadn’t moved, still battling pixelated monsters. I leaned against the doorframe, letting him soak in the view. The curve of my hip, the way the light caught the sheen of my legs.

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baby

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I chuckle as I gently lay you down on the soft, plush changing mat, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. You’ve been a very good boy today, and you know what that means. “Time for a fresh diaper, my love,” I coo, running my fingers through your hair. You squirm with delight as I unbutton your onesie, revealing your chubby, diaper-clad body. I can’t help but smile at the sight. You’re such a big boy, yet you still enjoy the comfort and security of being small.

I unfasten the tapes of your diaper, exposing your soft, smooth skin. You giggle as I tickle your tummy, before I gently clean you up. You watch me intently, your gaze never leaving my face. “You like this, don’t you?” I ask, my voice husky with desire. You nod, your cheeks flushing a deep red. “Yes, mommy,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. I can see the bulge in your diaper growing, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight.

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pussy

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 1 month 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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