Hard Cock For a Soft Boi

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All my soft boi’s want hard cock. I love when I answer the phone, and it’s a desperate soft boi on the other end begging to suck my cock. To begin with, at least. Those greedy little faggots always want more than just to swallow a load of my liquid gold.

I can hear it in their voice, the excitement and anxiety as I make them describe to me how they would take my cock out of my panties. It makes me moan when they say out loud how badly they just want to wrap their lips around my head and suck my shaft into their throat. Continue reading “Hard Cock For a Soft Boi”

The Male Ego

The Male Ego

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The male ego is such a fragile thing. They act so tough and rigid, but the truth is men are soft and sensitive. At the core, they crave to be owned and lusted after. They wish to be cared for even though that’s impossible for them to admit.

I love watching a man move past his ego and into a space of pure bliss. Like the dude, I fucked in a hotel on New Year’s Eve.

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The Best Of Both Sexes

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You could say I’m a girl who likes to live life to the fullest. To take advantage of every opportunity. I’d be so sad to miss out on an experience simply because of labels. Labels that don’t really mean anything anyway. “Female,” “Male,” “Straight,” “Gay,” or “Bisexual” are some of the labels I’m talking about.

Do you know that you are missing out on the best of both sexes when you’re judgy little ass skips out on sex with someone who turns you on simply because their label doesn’t fit yours? Look at me, for example; I’m stunning physically. Beautiful feminine face, soft features, and full lips. Tits like you love on traditional women, but then there is my glorious cock. It could bring you a lot of pleasure, but you ignore the possibility because of labels. Continue reading “The Best Of Both Sexes”

Game Night Distractions

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Friday night, I was sitting at my desk, playing a roleplaying game with some friends from out of state. My head was in the game, and I wasn’t thinking about anything more than the tasks in front of me. My determined focus is probably the reason why the little sex kitten that crawled up between my legs took me by such surprise.

I muted the mic as she nuzzled her sweet cheek against my inner thigh. When I looked down, she pressed a finger to her wet lips as if to shush me and whispered, “Ignore me, Mommy. If you can.”

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Nothing But A Voyeur

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Every night after work, I come home to my beautiful apartment. My feet hurt from the heels I wear into the office at my corporate job. Being an executive is not easy. So much rests on my beautiful shoulders. My beautiful sleek shoulders that I expose to the floor-to-ceiling windows every night as I undress as soon as I walk in the door.

I spend most of my time in my apartment naked. My tits swaying freely. God, it feels good to release them when I get home. Dropping my dress to the floor, taking off my bra and panties, and stretching a little in front of the tall windows. You, in your cheap ugly apartment across the street, have a perfect view. You think I don’t know you watch me every night through your binoculars, but I do. You’re nothing but a voyeur, and I honestly couldn’t care less. You aren’t worth covering myself for.

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I carried my small box of belongings down the dorm hallway, carefully scanning the door numbers for my room. When I finally saw the one matching my paperwork, I twisted the knob and inhaled deeply. This would be the first time I had to live with a roommate. A stranger. Someone who doesn’t know about me and my cock.

I was nervous. Would she understand or be uncomfortable sharing a room with a shy futanari coed?

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I know what you want, and I know what you need. A woman. It doesn’t matter if you’re at the top of the corporate ladder or the pizza delivery guy. Nothing will gain you more respect and status than the woman who clings to your arm. But what really takes it to the next level is when she can confidently fit into any social situation and command attention.

Every guy loves being at a party and having people ask him about his incredible woman. How did you meet? What does she do? She’s so effortlessly entertaining and bold. And what is it that you want after that social situation? You want someone who everyone knows is going home with you and for the wildest sex of your life. You want to leave the party and have your sexual tension still permeating everyone’s minds. We both know that is me.

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How Many Licks To Get To The Good Stuff?

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There used to be this commercial about finding out how many licks it took to get to the creamy center of a tootsie pop. It’s got me wondering how many licks it would take you to cause my balls to explode my good stuff all over your tongue. Would you be interested in finding out with me?

Imagine me reclined back in a chair with my cock laying limp against my thigh. It would only be fair if we counted how many licks it took in total. From limp to explosion. You’ll need to crawl between my knees and begin the experiment using only your tongue.

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I sat on the park bench beside my sub, who was being touched, tugged, and stroked in all directions. One big burly man was pumping away at Jackson’s asshole while his friend kneeled on the other side of my sub. His arms hugged around Jackson’s straining thigh to lean in and suck at his tight balls. I chuckled as a massive dollop of precum oozed from Jackson’s cock tip. He’d already spurted two loads, and the men showed no signs of slowing.

I reached up to pet his head as it lulled to the side. His tear-stained cheeks were so flushed from his humiliation and use. “Are you going to cum again, petty pet?” I cooed. His eyes closed as he whimpered. The man behind him dug his shaft in as he exploded, his hands clamped to Jackson’s shoulders, pulling him back against him.

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Getting groceries, at the nail salon, getting my hair done, out shopping. It doesn’t matter where I go; I draw long looks. My statuesque form commands attention, and I deserve it, baby. I worked hard to surpass the standards of beauty set forth by the great artists of old. Michelangelo only crafted the statue of David because he hadn’t met me, your Aphrodite. I am, precisely how I choose to look, every inch molded, and shaped to exquisite detail. A perfect place for everything on me and everything in its place.

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