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Your thoughts and desires are so dark that you’re afraid to even speak them.  For the most part, you’re a normal man. You have a well paying job, 3 adorable kids, and a hot wife. Just sometimes no matter how hot your wife is, things can get so fucking boring. 

You remember the hot goth girls in college. You would watch them, study them, and imagine what sex would be like.  Never in your wildest fantasies, and darkest dreams did you ever expect me.

You see me going through my backpack to try and find my cash. I’m taking my time and holding up the line. You step in and pay for me. I invite you to drink your coffee with me at the last table. I ask a lot of questions. We’re now talking about your boring wife, and your impure thoughts about your kids. I seduce you into not going to work today.

We joke about the things you want to do, but won’t. I suggest you put yourself in my capable hands. After a long day of persuading you, you hand me your house keys, and your families schedule. I show up, but I’m not alone. You quietly tell me that wasn’t the plan. Shut up, Daddy! Remember when the screaming starts, you asked for this!

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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Isn’t it about time you let me fuck your ass? I will be gentle, well gentle at first. I’ll warm you up with my tongue, and give you a very slow and sensual rim job.

I’m going to kiss your butt cheeks while I slowly slip my wet finger into your ass. I stimulate that spot, and massage your prostrate. I have just the right toy for your ass.

I fuck you slow and deep. Deeper and deeper. Giving you a super intense orgasm. You will be amazed how much cum you can squirt and how incredible you’ll feel.

I promise to make your first time intimate, memorable and hot. After, I fuck your ass, you can fuck mine! I want to feel you enter into my tight little ass. Fucking me until you cum in my ass!

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Written By: Brynna

I am nothing if not a helpful, community minded girl. I mean people need their vaccinations, and I love stabbing people with needles and such. What could possibly go wrong? 

I turned my artist loft into a make shift medical office. I put up signs and if anyone questions me, I will make them disappear. I really just want to have some fun. Is that too much to ask?

I am all set up, and waiting for my patients.  My first patient shows up, and I even ask him which brand of vaccination he wants. I smile and tell him what we have. Actually, what I do have is LSD, Strychnine, Viagra, and muriatic acid.  The thinks he picks the Pfizer. He actually picked the LSD. What fun this will be.

In minutes he is seeing all sort of insane sights. He is crawling on the floor barking like a dog. What The Fuck? He is trying to hump my leg. I open the door and let him run out in traffic. Ah well, he will be needing more help than I can possibly give him.

My next patient is rather hot, and well built. I give him the Viagra. Then I close the office for a few hours. What do I do now? We are finished fucking and he seems to be hanging around way too long. I explain that I made an error with this shot, and I need to try again.  What will it be?  I  am feeling the strychnine. I am still horny but it’s a need I need to take care of myself. I pull out my largest vibrator , and fuck my wet, hot cunt while he sort of screams and goes into the oddest positions as his body shuts down.

Give me a call to set up your appointment. I promise it will be fast, and very painful. 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

I love exploring all sorts of fetishes and fantasies. Kinky phone sex is my favorite! What is your fetish or do you have more than one? I’d love to get kinky with you about your naughty fantasies. I know I have a few of my own I’d love to share with you.

My hottest fetish has to do with stockings, garter belts, pantyhose, and high heels. I always feel at my sexiest when I’m showing off a hot pair of stockings and stilettos. Am I teasing you? I can be a tease sometimes. Call me for some freaky fetish phone sex.

Written By: Carmen

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Are you looking for feminization training? Well, then you need to prove just how good of a sissy you can be for me. I am going to pull you by your long wig and wrap your wimpy hands firmly around my strap-on. Do you feel how realistic my rubber cock is? Feel how hard, firm, thick, and long it is? I am going to make sure to teach you a lesson, a cock sucking lesson, as you’ve been a naughty cross dresser sissy lately.

When it comes to feminization, I have no limits. Our sessions can be a simple GFE (girlfriend experience) where we share secrets, or tips about clothes, make-up, boyfriends, etc. Or, as hardcore as me dressing you up and making you suck off my well hung black friend. You decide but you will be a good sissy slut for me, oe there will be consequences.

Written By: Kimberley

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        Sometimes I get these urges to be very, very bad. When I get those feelings, I need a worthy accomplice. I wonder if that is you? I wonder if you can keep up with me when I am feeling extremely deviant? 

I arrive at your house to an open door and sounds of screaming. I fix myself an Absinthe and follow the sounds to your playroom. 

You’re riding hard a sweet young thing. I will admit, your hot ass looks amazing and fuckable. I watch for awhile and when I can no longer wait, I strip.

I grab the young thing by her long ponytail and grind my pussy into her face. She is quite adorable with all her screams. 

I get my strappy and bring it to your face to suck. I warn you that the only lube you will get is your spit. I am behind you now and begin to fuck you without mercy. That just makes you fuck her harder.

You ask me to do that thing to her. The thing you will never actually say out loud. My pale, small hands are now around her neck. You love how my long finger nails are piercing her skin with little droplets of blood forming. I can tell you’re about to cum inside the little bitch. I know it is time. My pale hands squeeze tighter around her neck. Her eyes role back in her head.

She is gone.

Written By: Lady Rayne

           I love when you visit me, we have so much fun together.  Sometimes I think you just should have been born a girl. You are so pretty, with a fragile body that is just meant for fishnets and corsets.

The Absinthe is flowing and I decide it’s time to bring up the subject. We are in my dressing room and I see you looking at, and touching all my lovely silk lingerie. I start by telling you that you would look so hot in eyeliner and lipstick. You look at me so excited, and say “really?”. Absolutely!  What about these sexy fishnets? Ah, but your legs are hairy. I don’t even ask, but take you to the bathroom to shave any body hair. 

We are back in the dressing room and I am putting fragrant body cream all over you. You are sort of cooing in happiness. Then I bring up the corset, panties and mini skirt. You are all in and prancing around my loft. How sexy are you? Then I tell you that you could pass for a girl. You are excited and I suggest we try out that theory.

I text a few of my guy friends that you have never met. We have a few more drinks and you are really getting into it.

How sexy and pretty you are. Of course, I left out details of what I told my friends. I guess you will figure it out when you are bent over my couch getting slammed. 

Written By: Lady Rayne

 I know you like being dressed up all pretty in my panties. You like having your face made up with Miss Angie’s bright red lipstick all over your sexy mouth.

You  pretend to be such a strong man in public but you know how twisted your fetish really is. Watching you dress up just for me makes me keep all your dirty little secrets. But, we both know the only way for you to get that little cock hard is to be a sissy panty boy, doing everything Miss Angie asks of you!

I pull your pretty panties to the side and you take my big strap-on deep inside your man pussy. As much as I love fucking your sissy holes, it’s time for you to take the real thing. I know how much you secretly desire my lovers cocks, and now it’s your turn.

Written By: Miss Angie
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     After a very long day at work, I just wanted to relax and unwind. I opened some wine, and removed my annoying bra. My son called to tell me he wouldn’t be able to make it home due to weather, and was staying at a friends house. Something seemed off in the house, but after a few more glasses of wine, I was relaxed.

I went into my bedroom to finish changing, and noticed my panties were spread out all over the bed. This was odd, maybe I forgot I did it with such a long day. I decided to check my nanny cam to make sure nothing odd was going on.

It was my neighbor Ryan! I saw he was wearing my lingerie and dancing. I might have been mad, but this was just too much fun. 

I texted him, and told him to come over. I said if he didn’t, I would tell everyone his secret. I decided if he was going to dress and act like a bitch, he needed to do it right.

I immediately made him strip so I could see what we were working with. First, we went into the restroom to get rid of all that nasty body hair. Then I dressed him in pink frilly lingerie. Oh, how cute he looked. I finished him off with makeup, a sexy dress and heels. I dressed up myself, and we went to a dance club. 

Men were flirting with him, and he was having a blast. I explained to him that he needed to do something for me. I instructed him to go to the restroom and wait. I figured since he broke into my home and went through my things, he could make me a little money by me pimping him out. 

Written By: Suzanne

  It’s almost that day again. What-fucking-ever.  I wonder if men will ever understand that giving me their heart means something else to me. My dark little heart loves collecting hearts, just not how you would imagine.

We go out to an amazing dinner. I tell you I want us both to be totally sober for tonight, so no booze. I need your heart pure and clean. I tease you, flirt with you, even take your hand. You pay the check, and we go to a hotel room. You are surprised I picked such a dark, old, sort of scary hotel. I explain that it’s the perfect atmosphere for our first time. At this point, you would do anything for me, and trust me you fucking will.

    The room is dimly lit, with black candles set up in a pentagram shape. You lay in the middle, and I cut off your clothes. You won’t be needing them now.

You hear rather odd music. You don’t care, you just want to touch, kiss and fuck me. You look around the room and see shadows. I hand you a little pill. I tell you it will enhance our fucking. I straddle over you in a big, shiny knife in my hand. The pill is making you see and feel things more intense. Maybe too intense for you. 

I am kissing you and biting you. As I trace the knife around your heart, you hear chanting. You think it’s the pill. Maybe I gave you some LSD.  Another form is hovering over you. You wonder if I set up a threesome with another hot ass chick. You wonder if you can even keep a hard-on. You feel something, like a sharp pain, maybe a sting of some sort. We both hold your heart in our hands. 

Happy Valentines Day Losers

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Valentines Day during a pandemic. What can be more frustrating than that? Especially for those single people like me. No places to pick up sexy men and women. What a drag that is. 

I was grocery shopping last night and all those long, bulky veggies were making me horny as fuck. I had one in my hand and I guess I began to stroke it. I mean your veggies need to be ripe, right? 

The stunning redhead grabbed my hand, squeezed it and gave me a look that said it all.  She told me she lived a few blocks up, and invited me for coffee and a chat. 

She gave me her address and I promised to come over once my groceries were put up. She was older and very fucking hot. I usually can read people but I think coffee just meant coffee. I knocked on her door and a man around my age answered. He told me he was her son visiting and she had an emergency she needed to run out and take care of.  

We talked as we drank our coffee. I don’t even remember how it began, but our clothes soon were all on the floor through their house. I was giving him a long, slow blowjob when I heard quiet moans. She was fingering her pussy, watching us.  I invited her to join us in bed. Maybe this will be an amazing Valentines Day after all.

Join us?

Written By: Caidyn Cross

I caught you going through my lingerie and toys. You are an old friends dad, and you invited me to stay a few days while my loft is being painted. I happily accepted, and was excited at the thought of your exercise room and indoor pool. You always perved on me when I was younger, but I knew now I wasn’t exactly your style. I remember all the extra cash I made from you helping you with your proclivity for young girls. Now, here you are with my panties on, and my vibe shoved up your ass. Interesting. 

            You look up at me, and try to come up with excuses. I don’t think there is any possible excuse. I don’t threaten to expose you, instead I join you.  I grab your phone to see what other info I can come up with on you. There it is!  Young ones dressed in latex with floggers and strap-ons.  You beg me to keep this one a secret. You would be ruined. 

I make a few calls, and 5 of them join us. You are begging, sweating, and crying. You are on your knees sucking their cute girl cocks. You beg them to take you and fuck you. Your eyes are glazed over, you’re drooling, and look quite insane.  They make you lay on the bed with your legs over your head. The video equipment is set up. I plan on ruining your life. 

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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Bless me father for I have sinned. I try to be a good person, but my deviant sex drive makes it so hard to be good.  A close friend of mine opened a little shop across from a Catholic Church. I was raised Catholic, but hadn’t been to church in ages. The Priest was young and hot. You can just imagine the thoughts in my dirty little mind. Did I imagine him looking me up and down. I had to do something to meet him and see what he was all about. Cooped up with no sex can make a man pretty twisted. My kind of man.

How exactly does one meet a Priest if they’re to selfish to volunteer and don’t go to church? They go to confession, of course.

Saturday morning I dragged myself out of a warm bed with a hot couple and went to church. I went in the confessional and spilled my guts. I told him everything from my first fuck at 12 to the couple in my bed and everything in between. He got very quiet and I could hear sighs and moans.  I got a Priest to jerk it, but I want to fuck him silly. I need for him to be talking in tongues before we’re done. 

I went into his  side of the confessional. Bless me father, for I have really sinned. I have fucking sinned more than anyone I know.  Bless you father, for now you’re about to sin in a way you can never go back to what you were.

Written By: Harley

I had the maintenance man here in my townhouse to repair the dryer and the downstairs bathroom sink. To keep us both safe, I wore my mask when I opened the door. I took him to the washer and dryer and showed him the sink. After that, I headed upstairs so I could talk dirty to you sexy guys.

I was talking to a guy with a pantyhose fetish, masturbating, of course. I remembered there was a pair of black sexy Wolfords hanging in the bathroom. My boyfriend had cum all over them on our last date, so I hand-washed them and hung them to dry. There was a black bra hanging on that doorknob. I had taken it off and left it there. I was hoping that turned-on my maintenance man, and he was hard looking at my sexy things.

I went downstairs, and he was masturbating with them my pantyhose and rubbing my lacy bra against his face. It was super exciting that I caught him being naughty. I snapped a photo of him and blackmailed him. If he didn’t do exactly what I said, I threatened to send the picture to his boss at the rental office. He begged and pleaded, promised me anything.

I made him strip and put on the pantyhose, and I finished dressing him. Forced feminization, head to toe, including pretty red lipstick. I showed him mercy and let him masturbate and cum in my pantyhose. As one would expect, he didn’t last long, and there was such a big load of cum. I snapped another photo of him and posted it here! Everyone in town could see it! So humiliating for him to know I have exposed him and his secret fetish.

If you have a sexy pantyhose fetish, we should play soon!

Written By: Brynna

    I  went and had a few drinks after my Burlesque show before my late night plans. This man in a Santa suit was really getting on my fucking nerves. I was feeling wicked and decided to make him my evening plans.

I invited him to have a few drinks with me and slipped something in it. He was feeling dizzy and walked out to the dark alley. My potion worked and soon, he was a slight 2 inches tall.  Poor wee man. I spiked him with my stiletto heel, picked him up and put him in my purse. He should have a blast with all the sharp implements in my leather purse.

Once at my loft, I let him lose on my floor. My cats were chasing him and I told him he better run fast if he wants to survive. The cameras were on and my friends were making bets on his survival. This really was fucking hysterical to watch. The terror in his tiny eyes was making me excited and my pussy needed some attention.

I couldn’t leave my little man alone as he might have gotten eaten or lost. I took my hot glue gun and glued him to the tip of my vibe. I think I heard him scream in pain from the hot glue. Once it cooled, I began to fuck myself. I came so fucking hard, that it drowned the wee man. I guess the only thing left to do was pee him out and flush him.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Let’s face it, you are a fag.  That’s cool though, as I love fags. Most girls watch guy with girl porn, but I watch guy on guy.  You’re still trying to decide if you are gay.

You dislike pussy, even mine? You are a queer. Fucking face it, you love cock. You are gay. Maybe it’s time for me to show you just how much of a queer boy you are.

I love how you blamed your boring girlfriend and told me that if she were more experimental. Guess what? You would still be a cock sucking fag.

Guess what else? Maybe I should just contact her and blackmail you. Maybe, I would be doing you a fucking favor, so you can get all the cock your fag mouth and ass desire? I am just here to help in the end. Now, if you believe that!

I’m in the room looking hot as fuck, your boring girlfriend is there, and then we have a tall muscled guy with a 10 inch cock. You’re down on your knees before he can even unzip his pants. Guess what, you are a fag!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Do you have a fetish?

I am the perfect phone girl who understands the difference between a sexual desire and a true sexual fetish.  Your specific fetish is part of you. You need something specific to truly enjoy an orgasm to the fullest. Normal, everyday sex might be okay, but you need to tap into that fetish, no matter how odd it may seem to some.

Embrace your fetish. It is part of you. Let’s explore your desires together. Maybe it is tickling, boots, leather, lace, feet, sneezing, balloons, diapers, baby talk, enemas, exhibitionism, domination, hair, latex, legs, watersports, humiliation, or toys.

You probably keep your fetish a secret from your lover, wife, or girlfriend. Phone sex with me is a great way to dive into that part of you. We can share this experience together by creating a little world where you feel extremely comfortable to achieve that gratification that you need to have the optimal orgasms.

 

Written By: Skylar

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To me every day is Halloween. When you do something every day you become rather fucking excellent at it.  There is no angel on one shoulder and devil on the other. With me it is pure devil. Not that anything about me is pure. What do you get when you call me? You get a depraved, twisted, filthy, deviant, extreme session. One that you will never forget, and possibly hate yourself in the morning for your thoughts.

You arrive at my house. It is dark, and almost looks like there is no one home. You can hear music, screams and sobbing. You wonder if you even have the right place. It sounds like no party you have ever attended. You are scared, yet titillated at the same time. I invite you in, and show you to the party favors. You decline at first wanting to keep your wits about you, but then decide to live for just once.

I take you down a dark stairway to my basement. The sounds are getting much louder. We walk past some dancers, but they are not for you. They are too old for your tastes. Tastes you have kept hidden for so long.  I take you to the toy room. The live dolls are dressed in many styles, to fit your pedo tastes. Some are dressed like me, some as schoolgirls, some as cheerleaders and so on. You are interested, but in that room the girls are rather mundane.

There is another room, but it seems very quiet. You are curious so I take you in there. You can’t believe what you see. In your wildest dreams you never thought you would or could go there, but you are. I tell you to take your pick. You are shaking, and turn around to leave. You can’t do this. You stand at the doorway. You turn around, and pick your girl. I smile, and begin to touch my dripping cunt. Nothing gets me more excited than taking someone to the dark side.

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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                       Aren’t you the lucky little fucker.  You were asked out by a fetish chick. You can’t believe your incredible luck. You have tried for years, and I always say “fuck no”.

You’re feeling pretty fucking proud of yourself. You buy new clothes, get a fleek haircut, and you ask my friends where you should take me. They tell you I love romantic kid friendly restaurants with no booze. My friends are so evil, and you’re so gullible.

                     You arrive at my house with flowers and candy. Candy? You bring me candy? You’re confused because I’m not dressed to go out. You think maybe you have the wrong night. Then you get this glimmer of hope that I’m dressed for a night in with you. What did one of your friends say? They made a joke about never going out with a hot, unusual chick on Halloween because you might end up a sacrifice. You laugh, and you’re feeling pretty happy with yourself. A hot chick, lingerie and a night in. That has to mean sex. You’re now strutting around and feeling super proud.

          We go into a dark room lite with black candles.  There’s plastic on the hardwood floor. I tell you it’s for when I do body painting. You’re intrigued when I demand you strip. You wonder if I’m going to paint you, fuck you or both. You mention that my painting supplies look dangerous. You nervously laugh. I shed my clothes. With my painting tool in my hand, I mount you.  You can’t believe this. No foreplay? Just hot, wild fucking? My eyes go wild, they’re red and glowing. You see I am holding a knife, not a painting tool. Your heart is beating so fast, you feel my hot cunt grab your cock as I cum.  The blade is sharp, cold and scary. You assume it’s a Halloween joke. I slash your throat, and bathe in your hot, deep red blood.

          If a hot fetish chick asks you out on Halloween, you can be sure you’re a blood sacrifice. Happy Murder Day.

Written By: Malaya Maxxx