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One of my sugar daddies gave me a Nintendo Switch for being such a good girl. You probably didn’t know that I’m a huge nerd. I love reading comic books, watching sci-fi movies, playing video games, and attending local tabletop game nights. I’m the sexiest dungeon master you’ll ever meet, which is why we should have nerdy phone sex together.
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Look at me. And now look at that hag of a wife of yours. Compare and contrast, lover. I’m young and gorgeous. She is old and ….EW…Jesus fucking Christ, she has really let herself go! Does she ever workout other than by shoveling endless amounts of food into her fat greedy mouth?? And it isn’t even just the way she looks, though that in itself points to the fact that she takes you for granted. There she goes, galumphing around the house in sweats, no sexy lingerie. Nag, nag, nag. And then the bitch gives you the cold shoulder whenever you want to fuck. That’s why your married cock needs some hot homewrecker phonesex!
So, let me tell you how we are gonna play this one. First, you’ll call me for some hot homewrecker phonesex. Then you will tell me your bitch wife’s name. After that, I want you to tell me, in detail, about how gross and annoying she is. And then we’ll take it from there….
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 man. There is just something about the way I feel when wrapped in a man’s arms. His bigger body protecting mine, the way his neck smells when I nuzzle into that perfect little crook.
It’s a feeling of security and gives me the change to really relax. It’s exactly what I need to de-stress. However, today when I came home from slinging dildo’s 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.
I went to a St. Patrick’s day party and drank way too many GREEN BEERS. My head was swimming but there was this super nice guy who came to my rescue. I couldn’t really tell you what he looked like because of the very thick beer goggles I had on!
My friends took my keys (thank you) but I was still pouting about wanting to take myself home. ‘Cus I’m a BIG GIRL after all. The guy who I said rescued me, well he offered to take me home. I swayed and weaved on the way out the door until he scooped me up in his big arms and carried me into his truck.
Yay! It’s pi day…What does that mean? Who fucking knows, right? Something about numbers and maybe circles. Math has never been my friend so I say Fuck you Pi day, let’s make it CREAM-Pi day!
Look at my hot, tight PUSSY. It’s almost perfect, isn’t it? The only thing missing is the stretch of your fat cock and some thick creaming drizzle leaking from my parted lips.
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It was forced fucking and there was nothing I could do about it….Now pinned down to the bed, I felt helpless as the head of his massive cock penetrated my pussy. I winced in agony as he attempted to thrust in balls deep. “What’s the matter bitch,” he said with a sneer, “that cock too big for that tight little cunt of yours?” He thrust again and again, harder and harder.
Last night, Lucy and I caught a superhero, or should I say a ‘stupid hero.’ Under the cover of darkness he claims to right wrongs and fights crimes but we knew there was something a little sketchy about this guy. It was far too easy to lure him in with the promise of sex and HUMILIATION.
Once inside our lair, we STRAPPED him down to a mechanical table and toyed with the idea of exposing who he really was. A hero’s greatest asset, after all, is his identity. Oh, how he begged! “Don’t remove my mask! I’ll do anything. Anything you say. Please, just not the mask.” Pttfff. Like we cared?
I wanna play a game!! How well do you think you know me? Do you know me well enough to guess what I’m thinking about while I’m MASTURBATING? I’d love to find out!
First, I want to have a “Caption this” contest except it’s a “Comment what I’m thinking about while I plunge my fingers into my TIGHT, HOT, PUSSY” game!
Fetish as defined by the Oxford Dictionary – “A form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc.” Now that’s a cold, clinical definition if ever there was one! Better defined, fetish is an indispensable sexual ingredient. It takes sex from the mundane to the truly artistic. And that “etc.,” that the losers working for dictionary inc. so casually dismissed? Well, that is a wide array of kinks and desires that they can never truly understand. But I understand….
And you will too. If you get in touch with me that is … I’ll be your guide through this wonderful world of kink and you find out first hand why they call me the Mistress of Fetish.
A giant brown box has shown up on your porch but you can’t recall ordering anything. The box is almost as tall as you and as wide as a refrigerator. It’s such a struggle to get the box through your front door but you are successful.
The shipping label has your name and address but the sender has been blacked out. Curiosity gets the better of you and you can’t wait for another second to find out what’s inside! You rip at the tape holding the vertical panels closed and when they pop open you are shocked to find your very own SEX DOLL inside.