Everyone has different tastes and different moods; nobody understands this better than me. Lucky for you, I love it all! You may like things tame, missionary style, a little foreplay and nothing out of the ordinary. Sometimes you might be in the mood to get a little kinkier; exploring boundaries, using toys, or having me take control, you might even enjoy me using my strap-on on you! I’m a girl of varied tastes, so whatever you are in the mood for we can do. Either way you accomplish the same thing with me, the best orgasm you have ever had! Call me; I can’t wait to show you how good I am at making you cum!
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Frankly if it looks like I was having a riot in the picture, I WAS! HaHa
Last night I felt sex starved so I invited Able over, and yes I was a bit selfish with his cock, im so proud of him he’s so well hung, and he kept fucking the shit out of me like a champ.
Seriously though! I was so hot, climbing the walls and man did he ever cool me off..
He filled my hot little holes, and licked them clean! We had great sex.. Yes the DIRTY KIND!
No question I was having my cake and eating it too cause Daddy gave it to my pussy hard!!
Cum stir up some chaos!!
PK
I need something wild and crazy tonight. After a long day of work and errands I think it’s time to unwind and I am asking for your help. It’s been a stressful couple of days and I am counting of you to help change that. Tonight is not the night for bland and vanilla. Tonight is the night to bring out the whips, chains, restraints and gags. Tonight is the night we get kinky with whipped cream wine, me, and one of my hottest friends. I can bring out your kink and want to hear all your nasty dirty dark fetishes. I know society says repress them and forget them because they are taboo and forbidden. I say talk about them, expose them and put them in the open. Do you want someone in the family? It’s a common desire and nothing to be ashamed of. Are you a closet pedo? Do you want me to be a young little girl? Is there a teacher, boss, celebrity or friend you want to fuck till they scream? Admit it and feel a rush of relief sweep over you. Do you have a rape fantasy? Do you want to tie me up and take me against my will? I may scream and cry, but you can be as rough as you wish. Have you wanted to be a girl all these years? I can dress you up. Do you want a mistress? I can take charge but you must do as I say! Interested in animal fun? Let’s go out back and I’ll do the family dog or horse. Want a drink? I have a load of hot piss just waiting to hit your lips? Do you want to be fucked in the ass? My strap-on is right here ready. All this and more can await if you call me no fetish or fantasy turned away here.
I was at a party, had alittle too much to drink & took on alittle more than i could handle.. How I ended up in the middle of the room with guys chanting at me is beyond me.
On my knees in the middle of the room taking on one cock after another. I had hot, creamy goey cum everywhere. Raging hard on’s all around me and all I wanted was more.
Cock in each hand, and doing the train while I was getting tittie fucked left me wet everywhere.
I fucked and fuck while they filled every hole.. Until I layed there cum covered !!!
I’m going back for more this weekend.
Krystal “Your whore”
I remember my first cream pie. It was Mommy’s dirty cum filled cunt that I licked. She was fucking Daddy’s boss and I caught them. That was when my addiction to cum first began.
A cream pie…. getting to eat cum and lick a pussy, oh my fucking god!!!!!!!!! You cannot possibly get any better!
Since I started college, I’ve got to lick as many of my sorority sisters pussies as I wanted. I even got a few of them to be filled up with cum from our frat brothers. 69ing with a girl when both our pussies are cream filled is the absolute best!
I love doing two girl calls or pretending to be your little cum slut while you fuck my best friend and then fuck me in my tight twat or asshole while I lick every last drop of sticky cum out of her drenched pussy. And hey… if you just want me all to yourself… I am not opposed to licking that cock clean after you give me a good hard fucking!
I’ve eaten my dinner like a good girl, can I please have some dessert tonight?
~Lil Angel Miley
(And yes for those sissy boys that wear my panties…. you will eat your own!)
It’s a beautiful day full of sunshine and promise. This sizzling hot MILF is looking for some adventure. I decide to prowl around one of my favorite places to hunt young, hot cock. The public library! I Dressed inconspiciously in a long sweater coat, scarf and my 6 inch black thigh high boots and head out to the library.
As I troll around looking for game I end up on the second floor. Way in the back shelves I zone in on a hottie deep into what he is reading. I make my way around the shelves and start to rearrange books on the shelf so that eventually all three shelves in front of my target are clear for viewing. I step close to the shelves and get his attention by asking him if he could use some help. As he looks thru the shelves at me I open my coat to give him a glimpse of what I am waring. Bare breasted in a black thong, thigh high hose and boots I’m ready for action.
My blonde, blue eyed, muscled toy boy responses with a deep sigh. I smile at him and place my very large beautiful breast right up on the first shelf. They are firm with big nipples and right now could cut glass. He moans and say’s ” Is this for real”. I respond with “why dont’ you find out?”. He leans his head in and takes my nipple in his mouth and starts sucking in between sweet little bites all over my tits. I feel my soaked thong move to the side as he moves to the second shelf finds my throbbing pussy and slips two fingers in my hot wet pussy. I stifle an out cry of pleasure as to not give us away. He pumps my pussy untill it demands more. I reach tru the second shelf and let his big hard cock out of confinment and stroke it while massaging his tight hairless balls. He begs for mr to take him in my mouth. I drop to my knees and reach tru the third shelf, pull his dick thru and sucked on him like a vaccum while gently teasing his ass and inserting a finger at a time. He grabs the shelf hard to hang on as he squirts his load all over my breast. I stand up and let him lick my tits clean. Suddenly there is someone comming,,,, we turn to see a cute young librarian coming our way. As she approaches she ask’s :Is there anything I can do to help you. We look at each other and wink. “Sure” we reply. Just let us move some books!
I love, worship, and adore you with all my heart and soul.
I love working and slaving for you. I am happy to work hard, to work long hours so you do not need to work at all. My paychecks are depositing directly into your account. It is not a joint account. Every penny goes to you, and then you give me an allowance. Performance based. I make money. You spend it. Country club memberships, private lessons, exotic vacations, designer clothes. The best. Only the best.
I love cleaning up after you. I love that you leave your soiled panties on the floor for me. A gift. A treasure. I lie on the floor and bury my nose in your panties, inhaling deeply. I run my tongue on the cotton crotch searching for every trace, every taste, of your days, your nights, your lovers.
I love watching men watching you. It fills me with pride. I watch their eyes dip down your blouse, lighting up as they gaze upon your breasts. I watch their heads turn as you walk by. I love your power over them. I love your power over me.
I love the instep of your foot, the very last extremity of your perfect body that you are willing to share with one so unworthy as myself. You honor me by allowing me to be your footstool, to lie at your feet, allowing me to be the pedestal upon which rests your ideal feminine form.
I love to buff and rub your heel and toes, to dissolve any trace of hardness in your skin and restore its pink softness. The soft crevasses nestled between each toe are one of many secret delights that the heavenly treasure of your body holds for me, a perfect fit for the tip of my tongue. I bathe your toes with my tongue. I am your kitten, licking, cleaning, purring. And you are so tolerant of me, allowing me to grovel and squirm.
I must bother you, I know I must. And yet you are able to ignore me completely as though I don’t exist, as you read your book, watch TV, talk to lovers on the phone. I will try to remain still, to be a good
footrest, not to distract you with my own pursuit of pleasure at your expense. For I know, my only real satisfaction comes from your contentment and my only reason for existence, your happiness.
I love painting your toenails. I lie on my tummy on the floor concentrating fully on dipping the little brush in the red enamel. Making sure that no stray strand blemishes the perfect skin of your toe. I lightly blow on your toes to dry them, before adding a second coat. You say not a word. I feel invisible.
I love preparing your bath. Making you ready for your lovers. The tub, the room, I carefully scrub for hours. Hard work, scouring with a toothbrush. Rinsing, scouring again, rinsing, until my hands turn from pink to red and my arms and back pound with pain. I plan carefully. The water and air temperature must be just right. The bath oils perfectly matched with scents and bubbles. I light candles. Soft music. Warm a cozy, fluffy towel. I want to give you perfect pleasure. No demands. Unconditional love. You will be completely relaxed and ready, ready to be swept into the strong masculine arms of your choice of man.
I love helping you get dressed. You let me play in your undies drawer. I love picking out some little soft and silky wisp of panty to slip on your body. I warm it with my breath, feel its silkiness on my face. I kneel at your feet. Your legs are crossed. I hold out your panties. You let me slip them over your feet, your legs come uncrossed, I slip them up your ankles, trying not to let you know that I am trying so hard to look between your legs as I work the panties up to your knees. You look at me and smirk. I beg you with my eyes. You put your hand on my head, and rise. My moment of exaltation. On my knees, my face inches from your nude, perfectly completely shaved mons veneris. My mouth waters. My eyes tear. I want to suckle but know now is not the time.
Slowly I love to work your panties up your thighs, savoring every moment, every texture, your smell, the perfume, my mouth breathing on your mons, my breath like dew on your skin. I cover your most private, total nudity with the translucent wisp of panty as my fingers guide the panties up your hips. I release the panties, and allow my fingers to trace your perfect derriere, but not daring to squeeze. Still on my knees, drinking in the sight of your beauty now captured in panties, panties that reveal so much.
Not a trace of hair, pure, pristine. I worship your feminine sanctum sanctorum, your total power and control over me. I am helpless in your spell.
I love when you sit at your vanity. Sitting pretty in your panties, a negligee on your shoulders. I blow dry your hair. Brushing, teasing. Your eyes are closed, you are soaking in the hot air streaming through your scalp, sensual, every pore of your body, a pleasure center. I marvel at the blonde tresses, the silkiness, the perfection. Stolen glimpses of your perfect body, while I fluff the cascade of tresses.
I love to apply your make up. To enhance your exquisite natural beauty and drive your lovers wild with desire. I start on your eyes. Applying liner to your closed lids, you show your complete trust in me. I brush, light blue to pick up the cruel blue of your eyes. I blend. When you open your eyes, they smoke. You look at yourself in the mirror. You nod. Approval. I beam with pride. You like to apply your own lipstick. I watch transfixed as you complete your toilet.
I love when you spray perfume on your neck, another spray on your tummy. Next to you on my knees, I close my eyes, the better to absorb the heady aroma.
I love to bring your garter belt and attach it around your waist. I bring your stockings. I love carefully rolling each stocking. I love kneeling at your feet, placing the rolled stocking at your toes, and slowly, slowly rolling the silky nylon over each foot, calf, and up your thigh, where I secure them with a garter.
I love and adore your bottom. If you would let me, I would have you stand that I might kneel behind you. I dare not ask. But I would marvel at your roundness, your perfect plumpness accentuated by your smooth, muscled legs and waist. I would plunge my nose, my tongue as deep as I could into the nether of you. I dream of your bottom. My favorite fantasy. My hidden desire.
I love your breasts. You do not need a bra, though sometimes you wear one just to accentuate the swell of your melons. Your breasts are the best money can buy. They are magnificent. My mouth waters at the sight of them. I love them naked and free. I love them bursting forth from a too-small string bikini top. I love when you lean forward in a low-cut blouse, and I see them swell and beckon. Your breasts make me want to shrink to be your Tom Thumb. A naked, little mouse-sized pet, I would live nestled between your breasts, always feeling your warmth against my skin. I would gladly suffocate enjoying your flesh with my last breath.
I love watching you flirt. I love you, the seductress. I love watching the men you choose. I love watching you lasso the stallion. I watch as the stallion comes, panting and pawing at your soft, pliable, femininity. All-man, all-woman, I can only watch, not fully man myself, I watch the real man possess you, the full woman. I hide myself, seeking invisibility, watching you surrender yourself to the muscle of masculine power. I am your little boy. I have my little boy excitement. Peeking at mommy. Watching the big
daddies come and take you.
I love you alone and exhausted on a rumpled bed. Your body reddened with his roughness, pushed to its limit. I love the love bites, the residue of rough sex. You are splayed. Dirty. Finished. In the twilight, I creep up onto the bed, I carefully move the sheets, silently uncover you. I love you abased. I love seeking the faint echoes of your sweet smells, now plastered with ugly odors of tobacco, alcohol, him. My senses are sharpened, I seek his smell, the sight of his ravages, the taste of his spunk. I love this, the one time, weakened, you let me snuggle between your legs. I love your low, guttural moan as I love you with my tongue, reaching my final fulfillment, your slave, your servant.
Proudly and lovingly signed,
Willing Wimp






























































































































































































