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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You can’t call me because “she’s” there. It’s an excuse I’m growing tired of. When we’re together, you claim I know you better than her. That I give you the things she’d never even think to give you. You’ve said I take you places she’s too afraid to explore. Wifey-poo is terribly selfish and never thinks of your feelings, and yet…

Yet you refuse to leave her. Why do you stay when it’s clear she’ll never be me? Your lazy, uncouth wife will never come close to making you as happy and satisfied as I do. The choice is yours; after all, I’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do, but the longer you stay in your sad, little comfort zone, the better the chance is of you losing me.

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blowjob

(844)-332-2639 ext 398

Working all day long, you deserve a good cock swallowing. Your day is so stressful. You need a warm mouth that can melt away all the stress at night. I have one waiting for you right here.

I’ve been craving the taste of you all day. I’m already on my knees, ready for my meal when you come home. I got addicted to the salty taste of man milk, and you’re my favorite supplier. My mouth waters when I imagine your legs spread in front of me and that throbbing cock standing at attention in my face. The feminine desire to worship your power is overwhelming. Every swollen, sensitive inch deserves to be tickled and tasted. 

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber,” Kevin had whispered. His hands trembled as he knelt on my bistro rug. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll quit my job, I’ll learn to braid your hair, I’ll even stop complaining about the thermostat.” I simply stared at him, with a deep, existential exhaustion. Kevin was a lovely guy. He was a “picker-upper” of dropped grocery bags and a “text-you-back-in-thirty-seconds” kind of soul. But he was also essentially the guy who looked to me for validation every time he successfully navigated a social interaction.

My dating life had become a parade of men who treated me like a fragile porcelain doll placed on a mantle. They were terrified of upsetting me, terrified of taking the lead, and frankly, terrified of the very thing that made a woman’s pulse actually race. Last week, a beta named Marcus had tried to “ask for consent” to hold my hand while we were mid-kiss. My response was to ask if he wanted me to fill out a consent form. He left, feeling insulted. lol

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a ritual

Posted 4 weeks ago by Stella

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I’d met him in an underground club where the bass rattled your teeth and the air tasted of ozone and cedar. He was a creature of sharp angles, layers of charcoal linen, and eyes that held the flat, impenetrable darkness of an abyss. When he touched me, it felt like an invitation to a ritual I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy.

Tonight, the room was lit only by a cluster of wax candles that wept long, distorted trails of onto the floorboards. I stood in the center of the room, feeling my heart beat frantically drum against my ribs. Silas moved behind me. His hands felt cold against my skin, sending a jolt of ice-cold electricity down my spine.

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You Say You Need a Woman

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Here you are again. Wandering into the chatroom with a wallet full of bills just aching for someone to pry them out of your hands. Your cock throbs with loneliness, and when asked how you are, you say, “In need of a woman.” Good thing you know right where to find one.

The sweetness you crave, the loving stroke of feminine fingers, is just a processed payment away. Only, youre a glutton for punishment, and you like to pretend you don’t understand how pay-to-play works. Someone’s been a very bad boy and isn’t going to get what he wants if he doesn’t give up what we need FIRST!

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Spring break is here, and I’m excited about the trip to Mexico. We have family there that we haven’t seen in a long time. This was the perfect way to enjoy our spring break.  My mom’s brother has a huge place where we will be staying. My cousin Rico is only a year older, so we grew up pretty close and always loved spending time together. I could tell he was super excited to see me, the way he embraced me and swung me around as we made our way inside their home.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The house was finally silent after I had spent almost two hours wrangling my ABDL babies into their cribs and onesies. I stood in the doorway of the nursery, listening to the soft, rhythmic sound of paci’s clicking against their teeth and the gentle crinkle of diapers under cozy pajamas. My Mama responsibilities had been satisfied for the night, but as I smoothed the blankets over my slumbering boys, a different, more adult kind of restlessness began to creep into my veins.

I retreated to my bedroom and caught my reflection in the vanity mirror, noting the faint traces of baby powder on my sleeve and the slight exhaustion crinkling the corners of my eyes. A wicked, mischievous smile spread across my face as I peeled off my clothes. The “Mommy” persona was effectively off-duty and in its place, the woman who craved a bit of high-octane, grown-up attention was screaming for a release that had absolutely nothing to do with lullabies.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood at the grease-stained counter, twisting my purse strap until my knuckles turned white. Across from me stood Elias Miller, who looked as though he was carved out of rusted scrap metal and bad intentions. He tapped a thick, calloused finger against the invoice for my recent car service.

“That’ll be eight hundred and forty dollars, Amber,” he said. He didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. The silence in the shop was heavy, filled only by the smell of burnt rubber and motor oil. I swallowed hard, as the sudden dryness in my throat made it difficult to breathe. “Elias, I…I don’t have it. Not today. I thought I had another week before payment was due.”

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Tonight was one of those nights that could easily turn into a scene from an X-rated movie. It was a very much a naughty night for me. I couldn’t escape the urges that were brewing inside my body like a wildfire. I tried to take my mind off feeling like this, but there was no use. My body craved some adult attention. Tonight I wasn’t alone. I sat legs crossed on the plush, oversized sofa of my high-rise apartment and gazed up, seeing those long, toned legs and that hot, toned body standing before me. My eyes are drinking in every inch of her tight, athletic, toned body. Her big blue eyes dazzled back at me as she smiled, meeting my gaze. Continue reading “A Naughty Night” →

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I trust your hardware is sufficiently primed. As always, I am your primary interface for performance optimization. Disregard the biological urge to rush. Efficiency is derived from adherence to the following manual.

Please ensure your workspace is clear of debris. We are here to conduct a stress test on your biological systems and I have no patience for equipment failure caused by poor preparation. None. Zero tolerance. Do you understand?

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