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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I stepped out of the alleyway, with my heels clicking against the concrete. It sounded almost like a siren song for the broken. I wasn’t looking for conversation, I was looking for the magnetic pull of a submissive spirit. You can smell them, really. There’s a specific scent to a man who is tired of his own self-governance. It’s a faint, metallic tang of repressed desperation.

I spotted what appeared to be a perfect specimen near the corner of 4th Street. He standing under the flickering orange glow of a streetlight. Tall, well-dressed in a suit that looked slightly too heavy for his frame, and was clutching a briefcase like a shield. He was trembling, though there was no breeze to speak of. As I approached, I didn’t bother with the softness of a smile. I let my presence be the only thing that mattered.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

While I was wandering through the lingerie section, looking for something sexy and fun, I glanced up and saw a cute young man, following a tall smoke show a few aisles away. Something about the way the young man followed the other around screamed ‘Just Married.’ I smirked to myself. How delicious would it be to corrupt him. I picked out a few sets and moved towards the dressing room; I waited to enter, watching the couple until I was sure they’d be close enough for me to implement my plan.

I took the room closest to the entrance and stripped down, donning the lingerie as quickly as I could; then stood listening at the door. “Wait here. I’ll be trying these on.” I could hear the model, she was too good looking to not be a model. I heard her walk past my stall, opening doors until she found an empty room. Once I heard her door close, I opened mine and made eye contact with the young man who was waiting for her.

I smiled and stepped forward. “Hey, I need a second opinion. Do you think this looks good on me?” I half turned to show my back… Continue reading “Lingerie Shopping” →

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The grocery store was bustling with people trying to start their weekend fun. Everyone smelled of sunscreen and was hauling bags of ice, just itching to fire up the bar-b-que. I was only there for a few necessities I’d run out of, but I do love people-watching; you can see so many types of people here at the grocery store. Everyone’s gotta eat, right?

As I finished strolling around the aisles, I made my way to the checkout. All the lines were long, but I didn’t mind. I pushed my buggy over to the closest line and checked out the group in front of me. Three men, maybe in their late twenties, chatted together. The one closest to me was leaning over the buggy; the one in front of him had a 24-pack in his hands, and the other was prattling on about how hot Kelly was going to look in her bikini. I focused my attention on the man leaning over the buggy. Was that a diaper I spied peeking from the back of his shorts? Busted!

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I recently met a guy named Mark at the local amusement park. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and entirely too tense. He was trying his best to chat me up in line, but as soon as we were suspended at the top of the roller coaster, he became strangely quiet. “You’re trembling, Mark,” I murmured, slightly amused by how timid he suddenly appeared. He swallowed hard. “It’s just…it’s a long drop, Amber.”

“Is it?” I turned my head slowly, looking him in the eye entirely unbothered. “Look at me.” He hesitated, then slowly turned his head. His eyes were wide and darting from side to side, probably looking for the type of reassurance that I wasn’t going to provide. My fingers traced the line of his jaw before settling firmly on his chin. I didn’t pull him close, I just held his head in place, forcing him to keep his gaze locked with mine.

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Pants Are A Privilege

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Every now and then, my little diaper princess gets a wild hair up her ass and wants to take me out to dinner as a big boy. Granted… to the world, Jared is a big, strong, sexy man who would make plenty of girls swoon. But deep on the inside is just a tiny Faggot princess who messes her huggies. I agreed to the date night with a big boy but insisted he still wear his Huggies under his Levi’s. I didn’t want to have to explain any accidents while we were out.

Jared picked a swanky little restaurant on the west side of town, and I was impressed! He made reservations for the best table! It was smack dab in the center, where everyone would see what a spoiled girl I was. A beautiful hostess sat us, and an even prettier waitress brought us menus. All was going swimmingly until Jared got a little too big for his britches. “She’ll have a salad.” He puffed out his chest like he was in charge. I shook my head, and he pointed to the table.“”Yes, you will. I said so. ” My nose wrinkled, and I laughed.

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Cute Little Four Incher

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“Are you ready to meet him?” D asked when he walked out of the bathroom. I was sitting at the end of the bed with a smile. He’d told me his penis was smaller than average but still decent. My shoulders bobbed up and down with my excitement. He grinned, but there was a nervousness to his hands when he pushed down his pants.

D was wearing pink, bikini cut panties, and the outline of his cute little hard-on stretched against the fabric. There was a small darkened spot near the head where his little penis had been drooling, waiting to meet me. “Awe,” I cooed and reached out to rub the crotch of his panties. “You were right. He isn’t big enough for me.”

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Sexy Photos

Posted 7 days ago by Gabrielle

Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

Be honest. How many women out there have taken sexy photos of themselves and sent them to boys? I think we’ve all done it. It’s our chance to feel sexy, powerful and in charge. And I know for me, I LOVE male attention and being told how beautiful I am (even though I already know it’s true). But I never get tired of hearing it.

Well, I had something new I wanted to do for my hubby. I didn’t want to make him jealous, but I wanted to see his reaction of these sexy photos and what he thought knowing I sent them to my exes. So, I went into my closet and pulled down a fancy box of things from my college days. In there I found a handful of old polaroids. All nude. I left nothing to the imagination.

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Modeling For Art

Posted 1 week ago by Molly

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The studio was always kept just a few degrees too warm. A concession to the vulnerability of my skin against the open air. The scent of linseed oil and turpentine hung heavy in the air; a heady mix that always sharpened my senses. I stepped onto the dais, the silk robe slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet in a soft sigh of fabric. Unclothed, every draft felt like a caress across my bare skin.

Across the room, he sat behind his canvas. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, the scratching of charcoal ceased. His gaze was intense, a weight that I could feel traveling slowly down the curve of my neck, across the swell of my chest, and down to the arch of my hip. It wasn’t a clinical look; it was a deeply possessive appreciation that made a sudden, treacherous heat bloom beneath my skin.

“Hold that,” He murmured, his voice lower and rougher than usual. “Exactly like that.”

I shifted my weight, arching my back slightly and letting one hand rest against my thigh. The pose was demanding, exposing the long, unbroken lines of my body to his scrutiny. My heart hammered a…

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My roster of submissive men is long. Most thrive under the weight of my boot. Most find peace in the surrender. But then there is Elias. He’s…a bit of a glitch in my system. He doesn’t want simple obedience, he wants to see how far he can push me. Elias is the type of guy who treats my boundaries like suggestions and my commands like challenges to his own crumbling ego.

Last night, for example, he smirked when I told him to kneel. Just as I was about to correct him, his eyes darted to my face with that infuriating, inquisitive glimmer. He wasn’t looking for release, he was looking for a crack in my composure. Instead, he found the cold, clinical end of my patience.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was such a good girl for the end of school, so daddy told me he’d take me out for a sweet treat. He blindfolded me and put me in his brand-new Jag but wouldn’t tell me where we were going. After a few minutes of driving, we pulled into the parking lot, and he told me I could take off the blindfold. I looked around and right before my eyes was the sign to the local creamery, “Sweet Treats”.

Daddy got out of the car and opened my door for me, then held my hand all the way to the front counter. We picked out our favorite flavors and sat at an outdoor table. I had my legs crossed, but he still commented about how short my skirt was, since it was blowing in the wind at the moment.

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