this hunger

Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

There’s this hunger stirs within me most nights while I lay alone in my bed. It’s a longing that cannot be quenched by the mundane, of course. A girl like me craves for the touch of a masterful tongue, a dance of passion and the type of desire that will awaken my deepest fantasies.

Do it, I whisper to the unseen force that I trust will answer my call. Have your way with me, I plead, opening myself up to the possibilities that lie ahead. My legs part, inviting the sensation of a warm, wet tongue to explore the hidden corners of my body (o, as is in this case, we’re manifesting a fat tongue by acting as if we already have one by using my trusty Womanizer Pro). The first touch is electric, a jolt of pleasure that courses through my veins like a raging river. The “tongue” lingers, tracing a path of fire and ice along my inner thighs. I shiver, my breath hitching in my throat as I savor the feeling of something so forbidden yet so right.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

My daydreams during lectures are filled with thoughts of feeling a hard, throbbing cock slide deep into my tight 20-year-old pussy. As the professor drones on about some boring topic, my mind drifts to fantasies of getting fucked. Sitting there surrounded by my classmates, I subtly rub my inner thighs together, imagining fingers or a tongue exploring my wet slit.

I cross and uncross my legs, my short skirt riding up my thighs. I make sure to wear the tiniest thongs so I can feel myself getting aroused. Fuck, I’m so horny! All I can think about is a big dick rubbing against my clit, then plunging into my needy cunt. My nipples stiffen under my thin top and I arch my back slightly, pushing my tits out.

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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and I was lounging around the house in my favorite Metallica t-shirt and pink lace panties. My little ABDL buddy had fallen asleep for his afternoon nap, and I was left with a few hours to myself. Now, I have a pretty active social life, if I do say so myself. And one of my most reliable friends is Kevin, a fellow kinkster who shares my love of all things taboo. Kevin is my go-to guy whenever I need a little company, or a little excitement. And on this particular day, I knew he would be just the thing to liven up my quiet afternoon.

So I gave Kevin a call, and he was more than happy to swing by for a visit. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” he said, his voice already sounding a little breathless with anticipation. When Kevin arrived, he didn’t even bother to knock. He just let himself in, a mischievous grin on his face. “Well, well, well,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Looks like someone’s ready for a little fun.”

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sister

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Did we really just do that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. I can’t help but smile at you, my lips curling up into a wicked grin. I take a moment to look around, but everyone around us seems to be blissfully unaware of our little tryst. The crowds are still milling about, enjoying the sights and sounds of the county fair, completely oblivious to the fact that just a few feet away, you just ripped off my clothes and are about to fuck me, your little sister, on a bale of hay.

I can feel the heat radiating off your body, your chest heaving with each breath. I reach out and place my hand on your chest, feeling your heart race beneath my fingertips. “You’re so fucking hot,” I murmur, my lips brushing against your ear. I can feel you shiver at my touch, your body responding to me in ways you can’t control.

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Peggy

peggy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

In the privacy of my luxurious penthouse, I stood tall in my stilettos, commanding attention in my sheer lingerie. My gaze fell on Peggy, a man of power and prestige, yet here, in my domain, he was just a man with an insatiable desire. “Take off your clothes, Peggy,” I demanded, my voice laced with authority. “You know the drill.”

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Only for you, Cory,” he replied, shedding his expensive suit, revealing his toned body. His dick stood at attention, eager and ready. I walked over to my collection of toys, my fingers tracing over the various sizes. I picked up a large, black dildo, turning to face Peggy. His eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement. “You’re going to love this,” I promised, my voice dripping with seduction.

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boyfriend

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Recently, my best friend Tayla and her longtime loser boyfriend Lucas found themselves in the midst of a heated argument at the local dive bar. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of too many drinks and pent-up frustration that had been brewing for weeks (well, more like months). Once again, in an effort to make himself appear far superior (and cooler) than he actually is, Lucas told everyone that he’s related to a famous rockstar and wanted Tayla to play along. Tayla, her eyes flashing with anger, wasn’t having it. She hates it when Lucas lies, especially when he insists she participate. Tayla turned around, her heels clicking sharply on the sticky floor, and stormed out of the bar, leaving Lucas looking like an idiot and feeling very embarrased.

Lucas, desperate to salvage the night, followed her out, his voice pleading as he called after her. “Baby! Baby, you can’t just walk home! Let me drive you!” Tayla, her back stiff with defiance, snapped back, “Well, I ain’t helpless here, you’re just someone I can’t stand. I can find my own way home, I don’t need you!”

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cuck

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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abdl

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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