Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I got a house sitting gig last week. The owners were going out of town for the weekend. Usually I plan something fun if I’m going to have a house to myself. But this time the house wasn’t going to be empty. Their son was home. Although he wasn’t young enough to need a babysitter, his parents didn’t want him at the house alone. They said he would probably just stay in his room the whole time and play video games. He was self sufficient and could make his own food and everything. So I planned to look into what I needed to do to move forward on getting enrolled in cosmetology school. I was on my laptop minding my own business when Nathan kept walking past. After several times I began to wonder what on earth he was doing. So I looked up and realized that he could see up my dress. I quickly adjusted my legs but it was too late. He had a huge boner. Realizing I saw it, he turned bright red. He was so embarrassed that he ran to take a long cold shower.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Our bachelorette weekend was coming to an end. It was time to pack up our stuff and hit the road. I started gathering my belongings. It didn’t take me long to realize that not only the first pair of panties were missing. ALL of my panties were missing. My phone started pinging. It was our group text. All of the girls were saying the same thing. Everyone’s panties had vanished into thin air. I knew it! My suspicions were right. The bed and breakfast owner’s husband was a panty thief. While part of me was upset and wanted to confront them. Another part of me thought he might just a panty boy that wants to feel what silky feminine panties feel like against his skin. So we decided not to say anything. As the owner thanked us and walked us out, she whispered “I’m sorry if any of you ladies have any missing undergarments, our clothes dryer likes to eat them sometimes”. The girls and I looked at each other, not knowing what to think or say. Then the owner turned towards the door. The wind blew up her skirt. And there was my thong up her ass!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mark stood near the dairy aisle, with his knuckles gripping the handle of the grocery cart. He had been complaining about his stomach since we left the house, but I’d insisted we finish running our errand. Mostly because I liked the way he squirmed when I told him to just keep walking.

Everything seemed fine, but then…it happened. His posture stiffened, his face drained of color, and he turned a sickly, translucent grey. A damp, dark patch began to bloom across the seat of his light wash denim jeans and the smell hit the air around him instantly. “Fuckkkkkk,” he whispered, as he watched my nose wrinkle in front of him.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The power didn’t come from pulling him closer; it came from knowing exactly when to pull away.

He lay beneath me, his hands gripping the mattress so tightly his knuckles were white. His breathing had long since lost its rhythm, reduced to ragged gasps every time I shifted my weight. The air in the room felt heavy. Thick with a heat that had nothing to do with the summer evening outside and everything to do with the absolute control I held over the space between us.

I leaned down, trailing the tips of my fingers along his jawline, down the tense column of his throat, and over his chest. I could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic staccato. He looked up at me, pupils blown wide, silently begging for a release that I wasn’t ready to give him.

“Please,” he whispered, the word strained, barely breaking through the quiet of the room.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I leaned closer, letting my lips brush against his ear, murmuring a promise I had no intention of keeping just yet. I began to move again, slow and agonizingly deliberate, bringing him right to the precipice. I watched the exact moment… Continue reading “Edging The Wave Of Pleasure” →

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I paced the floor of the nursery while my heart hammered like a steady warning. My boy had chosen today of all days to blatantly defy the rules we had established, disregarding every boundary I had painstakingly set to keep him safe. As I looked at the crumpled toys he had thrown across the carpet, I felt a heavy disappointment settle deep in my chest. Sometimes, my role as the “Mama” required me to do something I didn’t exactly enjoy. Today would be one of those days.

I found him hiding in the corner with his back to me, almost as if he believed I wouldn’t be able to see him if he couldn’t see me. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” I asked, sternly. The only sound he made was a muffled sniffle that tugged at my heartstrings despite my firm resolve.

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GLORYHOLE

(844)-332-2639 ext 398

I think something is wrong with the new stuffed animal Daddy bought me. I came home with this huge teddybear laying on my bed. The teddy was even taller than me. I thought he was cute, but he was so heavy. I couldn’t pick him up. I’d always wanted a weighted teddy, so I was so excited to sleep with him. I stripped down to my panties, turned off the lights and crawled into bed to snuggle him. The weird thing is, when I laid down to cuddle with him, I felt this hard bulge pressing against my stomach. And when I reached to feel it, I found a zipper. Continue reading “Teddybear with a Gloryhole Surprise Inside” →

2086

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2086

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The steady beeping and whirring of nearby machines slowly wakes you. First, your eyes blink open, revealing a hazy, bright world. The lights make you blink a few more times before a hospital room comes into focus. Surrounding your bed is a crowd of nurses and female doctors. Ohs and awes break out among them, and you hear hushed sounds of excitement. “He’s awake! He’s really awake.”

When you try to rub your eyes and clear this odd dream, you realize your arms are strapped down to the hospital bed, and looking down, your giant erection greets you as it tents the bed sheets. “What’s going on?” You struggle against the restraints, and one of the beautiful nurses presses a stethoscope to your throbbing cock head. Her grin is wide, and she nods to the group. “Don’t do that. What do you mean? Where am I?” You beg them for answers, but they are too busy excitedly chattering to themselves to answer you.

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

He kept trying to read my expression, searching for some kind of hidden meaning that simply wasn’t there. Every compliment rolled off of me like rain on glass, every carefully chosen word was met with a polite smile and nothing more. “I’ve never met anyone like you,”  he said one evening. “I believe you.” I replied taking another sip of my drink.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Beneath me, Marcus’ muscular body contorted into a posture that defied comfort as my gloved fingers traced the angry welts that bloomed across his back like a dark, intricate map. He shuddered and a single gasp escaped his lips, but he didn’t dare speak. He knew the rules of my house…silence was his only currency, and he was currently bankrupt.

“Do you remember the terms, Marcus?” I whispered, amused by our exchange. Instead of waiting for him to answer, I tightened the leather strap I’d secured around his throat, watching the way his eyes widened with terror, then picked up the heavy-duty flogger. I didn’t hold back. The first strike landed with a sickening thwack that echoed off the walls, followed immediately by the wheezing sound of his breath leaving his body.

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Small Dick

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Please tell me you’re not coming to fuck me with that small dick and expecting me to actually get off. Maybe I’m mistaken and what’s in between your legs isn’t even a dick after all. No really, what is it?

I literally can’t tell if it’s a clit or a cock. Your small dick, if you can even call it a dick, is pathetic. Almost as pathetic as you, what is it, like 4 inches? I’m probably being generous with that estimate, huh?

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