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Spring Is In The Air

       

Can’t you just smell it?  People are finally out and about again. Coats and boots are gone, making the way for shorts, bikini’s, and sexy dresses, sexy feet with painted toenails, and sandals. Oh yes, bring it on!

                     How you love this time of the year, but guess what you pervert? Your wife hates it. Remember how every year her mom seems to get sick and she leaves for months? That’s all on you. I do have a plan, a plan that will make life easier for all involved. See you at 1 pm, do not be late. 

You’re clearly way too excited when you arrive. You see I’m dressed for a bit of a road trip. I blindfold you and help you to my car.

We drive for a bit and you’re quite busting at the seams to know what I have planned. 

        I help you in the building. You try to pull off the blindfold, but I don’t allow it. You smell perfume, you feel a soft hand help you down onto a table of some sort. You’re thinking that you’re in for one hot time! You can’t believe your luck. Did your wife set this up? 

I gently kiss you and whisper in your ear. “Sleep darling, it will all be over soon.”  When you awake, you’ll be a new sort of man. 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Piss Off

 

      All long day of working out in the sun makes a person rather fucking thirsty. Every day you come into the little café I own and stare at me. You ask for a tall glass of iced tea with mint and lemon. You stir it until the ice melts, while you fucking stare. You smile, walk past me and head for the bathroom. The other patrons begin to complain as they wonder what is taking you so long in there.

              I begin to notice something odd, even for you. The bathroom seems spotless once you use it. Are you trying to get a job as a janitor? You’re one strange fucker.  

Next day, same situation. We are out of iced tea, but I fucking wonder? I don’t even try to hide what I am about to do. I smile at him, take a tall amber colored tea glass, and head for the bathroom. I hold it under my pussy and piss until it’s almost full.

Clumsy woman, I got a bit of piss on my panties. I wring them out into the glass and head back to the man. I hand him the glass and wink.

Drink my tangy, warm piss. 

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Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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What Are You Waiting For

    I see you looking in on my boyfriend and I. You are just dying to join us. That little clitty of yours is rock hard, and throbbing now. You so badly want to put your mouth right there at my holes. 

                   Aren’t you the lucky asswipe! My boyfriend has agreed to let you join in. First though, I have a tiny little problem. My bottom needs a cleaning before he fucks it. Get in there, yummy for your tummy! Lick and lick till my ass is perfectly clean. There ya go! 

                  Suck his cock, show him just how excited you are. Now, guide it into my tight asshole. Slow down, you little shit stain. Now, you are in charge of keeping my asshole and his dick super wet. Get down there, keep your tongue right at my perfect, shitty little asshole. 

Don’t get greedy, you cunt, that big, beautiful dick is mine! Sometimes, though, I don’t really like jizz dripping out of my ass all day. Get over here cum dump and bend over, spread your cheeks, and do your job!

 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Twisted and Violent

It takes a lot to get me excited and a fucking hell of a lot to get me off.  Some of you men and your boring vanilla calls and role-plays do nothing for me. I need to be stimulated in the most fucked up of ways.

Care to join me?

                           Filthy, nasty, twisted, sick, and violent is how I like my calls. When you’re as jaded and have seen it all like me, normal, and vanilla just doesn’t do it. I’m feeling very violent today and would fucking love to fuck someone up. 

                           How about you? That snooty blonde that lives across the street. She thinks her shit doesn’t stink, doesn’t she? You’ve tried to talk to her, but she walks away. What a fucking cunt!

Let’s plan to get revenge on her.

I knock on her door, pretending I’m lost. I engage her and quickly push the needle into her arm. We take her to her bedroom and strip and tie her up.

She is waking now. Let’s fucking play!

 

 

 Written By: Poison Ivy
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Valentine’s Day Is Coming

I bet you won’t be cuming, you silly little loser! I mean, I guess you could take matters into your own hands, like always! I guess if you’re going to do that, you might as well call me. I promise to help you along, but maybe not like you thought I would.

What you must understand, if your pea brain can handle it, is that it’s all about me. Always about me and never ever about you. If you had a dick like the man in the picture, but sadly for you, you don’t. 

  I wonder while you stare at my photo, is it me you’re really looking at with lust? I don’t really think so. Besides how could you please a girl with that Q-tip between your legs? You can’t, so therefore I’ll turn you into the sissy freak you’re deep down inside. 

 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Lonely Loser

You’ll be all alone on Valentine’s Day, yet again. Of course you will, you fucking worthless loser. Just stand in front of the mirror where the answer is staring you right in the face. That thing between your legs is rather annoying. That’s the trouble with men with big dicks, they just don’t know how to use them. 

I have the perfect attitude adjustment for you. The lovely ladies won’t be able to get enough of you once we’re done. Let’s first take care of the problem you seem to have with your hands. Let me just bind them together. Perfect!

Having issues keeping your legs up high? Like you tell the ladies, exercise is good for you. Feel the burn. Speaking of the burn, let me just make a little cut right where all the trouble is. Come on now, it didn’t hurt THAT much. 

Ready to go home to your loving wife? There’s a huge surprise waiting for you. Hurry home!

                 

 

Written By: Brianna
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Useless Sissy Bitch

Are you sniffing around me, yet again? You are so fucking needy that I can smell it. Sort of like a toxic mix of desperation and adoration. I have decided once and for all you will play my way, or be the fuck gone.

Stand nude in front of my mirror. Would you fuck that if you were a girl? Come fucking on, you have nothing between your skinny legs. Question is do I want to turn you into a bitch or do I just want to hurt you? Maybe both, you shit stain.

Let’s begin with me removing all that body hair. Quite surprising you even have any, it’s real men that have a hairy body, not you. I just happen to have an old Epilady C 1000 and that bitch is going to just rip out that nasty hair. Go ahead and scream because you sound like the little cunt you are.

I wonder how my whip will feel smacking against the sore, hairless skin? Shall we give it a go?  Stop your fucking pleading, as the real fun is soon to begin.

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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L. O. S. E. R.

 

 

L is for the tiny LITTLE thing you call a cock

O. is for the ORGASM you could never give me. Ugh, gross!

S. is for the SEX you will never get.

E. is for how EMBARRASSED you always make yourself around me. 

R. is for RAPE which you will love my boyfriend to do to you.

Put it all together it spells LOSER and that’s exactly what you are to me!

 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Christmas Comes But Once A Year

                   You poor man, you get it only on your birthday, and Christmas.  Sort of sucks to be you! I never really understood why, till today.

Hiding passwords from me is useless.  Why do you think your house is never clean when I am done? It’s because  I play on your computer all day, and there is no way you will get away with telling me to stop it. Getting nervous, are you? You know exactly what I saw.

This is how it is going to go from here on.  You will do the work for me, and pay me triple. You will service me, and my boyfriend whenever we say. If you don’t, I will show everyone just what I saw on your computer. 

                   You seem to doubt me? Are you trying to like touch me or something? I guess I need to refresh your memory. Let’s turn this on.

Oh look here!  You down on all fours with your face in a dog bowl.  Is that Michael from school? Oh, wow it looks like someone loves it up his flabby ass. You are now down on your knees, and Michael is sitting on your face, and…..OMG!!  Did you just eat that.  Oh dear, where are my manners? Let me pull down my shorts, and give you something to wash it down! 

 

Written By: Teen Torrie
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Merry, Go Fuck Yourself

               

    I so fucking seriously hate this time of the year. Hands out, bells fucking ringing, just annoyance every where I go.  I do have a life, and really can’t escape all the nonsense. I lost Whamageddon, as soon as I entered the Pharmacy. Like I fucking said, I hate this time of the year. 

                     I was paid well to do a lame photo shoot, so now on to the bar to get obliterated. I listened to a conversation where this man was complaining  about his wife. She just doesn’t seem to get the fact he likes it a little rough. He likes his balls to be beat up. Punk music to my ears. 

    I ever so politely asked if I could help with that. He laughed, said I was such a tiny, and girly little thing. He said I couldn’t hurt a tiny kitten. That story is for another time, because hell fucking yes, I could hurt a kitten. 

               More details blah blah blah, and he was now naked, scared, and at my home. The drug I gave him had worn off and he was soon wide awake. He struggled against the leather ropes and then let out a loud moan. Ah, his tied up balls are beginning to turn a lovely shade of blue.

    He tried to beg, plead, and apologize. So annoying, but that’s what ball gags are for.  Merry Christmas, loser! 

 

 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx
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