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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

I often get asked if forced intoxication is really a thing. Yes, it so fucking is a thing. Of course once you have had a few, there is so many other things I will force you to do. Looking at my amazing body alone will make you mine. Once I have you, I will never let you go till I am tired of your ass. 

It begins so innocently. You call me, and ask about forced intox. You enjoy drinking so you wonder how this could ever be a problem. We begin with a few shots here and there. You’re beginning to feel it, and try to punk out on me. Are you a man? Men see things through. You promise me a huge tip if you can stop drinking. I will take that tip, and you will drink another shot. 

I am getting so fucking bored now. I have an idea! Let’s dress you up like a little bitch. My, aren’t you so fucking pretty in pink. Now you’re all dressed up, drunk and horny with no place to go. Such a fucking shame.

I have another idea, but you must tip me first. Call an Uber, go to the nearest bar, and pick up a man. You say you can’t do that, you only like girls. You do want to make me happy? Thirty minutes later, the idea is beginning to appeal to you. You have never sucked a cock before. The more you think about it, the more aroused you get, especially since you can say I made you do it!  LOSER!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Your Mother is a stupid cunt who needs to be ended. You call me with your plan, but I need more. I can’t just straight out kill the fucking bitch. I need to do some extreme torture to get me going. 

I break into your house and drag you both into the basement. I wink at you and she is too terrified to even notice. I know she hates Asians and in her fear, she still manages to call me a Chink in her trembling voice. I make her dress in tight latex and she looks fucking ridiculous. I call her names, slap her, and grab her ugly tits. I pierce her nipples as she begs me to stop.

You’re wearing my panties and riding up and down on your dildo. I make the cunt watch you. She has spoiled herself and is now vomiting. What a useless pig she is. I shove dildos in both her holes. She screams in pain. I guess those holes hadn’t been used in ages.

I start up the chainsaw and begin cutting her limbs off. Fuck, there is a lot of blood. I am covered in it. Next comes her legs. I have to work fast now as I don’t want her to bleed out. She is losing so much blood and I see her eyes rolling back in her head. I finally show some mercy and make her suck on my gun for a bit. Then I blow her fucking head off.

Fuck, that was fun. Have a mom you can’t stand?  Let’s play!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

     Today was such a lazy day for my girlfriend and I. We had breakfast in bed, took a long sexy soak in the tub, and had a long nap. When we woke up, we wanted to go out and have some fun for the night. Thank the stars that I knew of several private clubs still open. I went with a little black dress and she went with red. It didn’t take us long to get ready as we shared a bottle of La Fee.

The club was close and it was a lovely night so we strolled hand in hand. We heard the typical cat calls, which always amuses me. She suggested we skip the club and take one of the men home with us to teach him a lesson. I do love how she thinks. 

He was very hot and full of himself. We get to my loft and we all have some drinks and get acquainted. He kept mentioning over and over how he knows that girls like us as very kinky and will do things no one else will. I smile and hand him another shot. After noticing just what he didn’t have in his pants, we go in my huge toy closet to prepare. We strip down, and both of us put on very big strap-ons. He laughs a bit and asks if we plan to use them on each other.  Of course  we do, but much later. When I explain they’re for him, he looks angry and goes to leave. 

Sadly for him, the drinks have made him dizzy. He wakes up restrained to my bed. We tease him without mercy about his tiny little dick. It’s sort of a cruel joke played on him by nature. He begins to beg, cry, and even scream for help. Such an amusing man! She began to fuck his face, while I pounded his ass. Can you imagine, he came all over himself making a mess of things. Without being told, he cleaned up his mess after we freed his hands. I feel it is up to the Mistress to tell a man what he wants, whether he likes it or not. 

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Written By: Lady Rayne

        Welcome to my office. I am told I need to fix a little problem of yours. Please disrobe, and hop up on my table. Why know, it isn’t really sanitary. I just fucked my 

girlfriend on the table. You don’t mind, do you?

I can see the problem here. It seems that thing of yours is quite useless. No man can ever not get hard while they look at me. Now then there is you. I can see why your wife is suggesting we remove that limp piece of flesh. Shame really, it seems to be quite large, just not in working order. 

You ask me if I will use anything to deaden your pain. I explain that is is not up to me, but to the doctor. Ah, you thought I was doing the procedure. It’s the person who really deserves to cut that worthless thing off.  You see your wife, and she looks happier than you have ever made her. You beg to be able to cum one last time before we rid you off your cock and balls. I tease you and show you my gorgeous tits. Still nothing from you. 

    She is shaking a bit, you see your reflection on the scalpel blade. You hope it’s quick. It isn’t. When she is done, she has a request. She wants us to fuck over your bloody, useless body. Sounds like bloody fucking fun to Nurse Malaya.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx

I am the nastiest chick I know. Most of my friends are so picky about where and how they get off. Not me, if my cunt is wet, I don’t care where I am. I need to get off.

My friends and I went to a bar last night that is known for how gross it can get. The rule of thumb is not to use the bathroom unless you want to fuck, or just can’t hold it in. The fact that the place is so gross just gets me even hotter and wetter.

I locked eyes with this hot guy, and he actually dared me to meet him in the bathroom. A little mess and smell never turned me off when I needed a random fuck from a strange guy. By the time he made it in, I was so horny I was already fingering my juicy cunt. He wasn’t alone! He had several well built guys with him for me to fuck. A gang bang in a dirty loo? What a way to spend my night.

Get nasty with Harley. What a way to spend YOUR fucking night.

Written By: Harley

         My closest married friend has the cutest son. He loves hanging out with me. We listen to music, dance together, and he tells me about all his secrets he won’t share with his mom. He also comes to me for advise about girls.

Last night he came over as he needed some advise. I was already feeling no pain, and I offered him a few party favors. The more he talked, the more I just wanted to fuck the shit out of him. He told me that sometimes girls tell him he is just way too big. Of course, me being me, I suggested he show me so I can tell him if they’re right. Can a male ever be too fucking big? Not hardly!

     Well Father, I make this confession to you not because I feel I was wrong, but because I want to do it again and again. I also can’t tell her so I am telling you. I also want to fuck her and her son at the same time. The things I want to do to them both would even give a Priest a boner. I wonder if I have given you on, Father? I also wonder if that boner you’re now sporting is for me, her or her adorable well hung son?

     I will think of you, Father while I am fucking both of them. Will you be thinking of us while you’re wanking off in the Confessional?

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Written By: Poison Ivy

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    I was looking so forward to my high school reunion. It has been 20 something years since I saw all my friends. There was a special guy I never got to fuck, but I wanted to change that.

I wore a sexy little red dress and stilettos. The party was in full swing when I arrived. After all the hugs and greetings, I looked for Jason. He was looking so fucking good. We chatted for a few, drank some wine, and we both knew we needed to find a quiet spot to make up for lost time.

I was so excited till I reached in his pants. He was so tiny, and the worst part was that he had no idea he was inferior.  I love men who know they’re small, and keen a sense of humor about it. That was not Jason. 

I couldn’t help but laugh at his size. He called me a slut when I left to find some better action. I was looking for some fun for later when I saw Bekka, one of my close friends growing up. She was absolutely stunning. We had a few more glasses of wine, danced a bit, and then decided to take our private party to my hotel suite. 

We slowly undressed each other, and began to kiss. We were interrupted by a knock at my door. It was Jason.  Bekka knew what had happened and invited him in. We told him we’re sorry and had a sexy surprise for him. We striped him, blindfolded him, and gave him exactly what he had no idea he needed. I invited some of the guys from the reunion and let them have at Jason. When he realized it wasn’t a strap-on but several beautiful big cocks, he quickly got into it.

Once everyone was gone, we were so horny and fucked all night!

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Written By: Suzanne

You have been giving me subtle clues about my feet. You ask me periodically what color my toes are. You like when I describe in full detail about the shoes I wear. If they’re open toe, you’d like to know how my toes look in them. I never really have given my feet much thought until you came into my life. It’s was obvious you have a foot fetish obsession and I wanted to explore that.

On our next call, we talked a little bit more about my feet than we normally do. As the conversation continued, I could hear you were getting turned on. And, of course, that turns me on knowing your cock is getting harder thinking about my feet.

I started getting into it and told you how I want my pretty, pedicured toes in your face. I was having fun teasing you with my toes around your lips. I told you I want you to lick and suck them clean. The way you were describing what you were doing to my toes was so sensual, I could feel my pussy getting really wet. I never thought I could have an orgasm talking about my feet, but the things you were saying to me, and what my feet were doing to you, it was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I want that again and again. Now you have me hooked and we’re SOLE MATES for life!

 

Written By: Joanne

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It’s Almost Valentine’s Day and there is something I must have from you. I want your heart. Feel my soft but strong hands on your chest as I feel your heart beat. As I slide onto your cock with my warm, wet cunt I feel your heart beat even faster. Do not have a heart attack, I want you alive till I am done fucking you. I ride you faster, as my tight cunt grabs your dick. The thought of death makes sex so much better. Imagine this is your last time. I know you assume this is fantasy, and that we are role playing. You can’t imagine such an angel faced girl would tear out your heart. At least, not in the physical sense. 

With one last thrust, you grunt and cum inside me. You reach for me to kiss my soft lips. I bite yours and I bite hard. A bit of blood trickles down, and I lick it off. I am ready for more. You are hard again, and I allow you my pale lovely ass. It is Valentine’s Day and I want it all from you before we’re done. You cum yet again, with another loud guttural moan. 

I smile and press my hand harder on your chest. I whisper in your ear that this will hurt, but not for long. My long red fingernails are gripping your chest now. I lower myself back down onto your still rock hard cock. Just as I cum, I rip out your heart. 

May all your Valentine’s Day nightmares come true.

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx

Remember when we were kids and we passed out cute little Valentine’s cards to all the boys and girls? I was the girl that always made her own and added little dirty words to it. I knew I loved getting naughty before I knew for sure what it all meant. Funny how some things just never change. Of course, now I personalize them with a little bit of me. Maybe the scent of my wet, creamy pussy, or the musky smell of my lovely ass. Imagine opening your card and smelling me? 

 Your card will have an address and a key. You open the door to our suite and see there is no one there. You have a drink or two, and then lay down for a bit. It has been a long day at work with you trying not to think of me. I see you asleep on the bed and I blindfold you. We have played with a fake cock many times and we both loved it. Your cock is rock hard thinking about it all. The problem is, I now want much more and so do you. I kiss you in all those places, you suck my hard nipples, and then you give me that look. 

Your think you hear other footsteps, but I assure you it’s just your imagination. You feel something hard, big, and thick by your lips. I guide it into your hungry mouth. You try to speak, to tell me that doesn’t feel like a fake cock. Your protest doesn’t last long before you have your lips wrapped around his big mushroom head.  I always listen to you, I know what you need before you do. Spend this Valentine’s Day with someone who really knows your dirty little secrets. 

 

Written By: Tiffany

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