His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophies from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

 “Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

 She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth was wet. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

 “May I?” she whispered.

 “May you, what?” he laughed.

 “Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

 His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

 Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

 As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

 “Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

 Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be torn from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

 He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

 As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

 “Umf,” he muttered.

 Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing it to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

 “No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

 He reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

 “Bitch, do we choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

 “No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

 He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust caused him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

 Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flared as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

 “Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

 He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the over sensitive head of his cock.

 “Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. 

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In 2022 the Sex Toys business grossed around 62 billion dollars. That’s a lot of horny people needing something to enhance their sexual desires. I have a few favorites of mine that I want to share. Oh, and if you’re not shopping for yourself, women love these as gifts. I know I do.

An accessory that I’ve enjoyed and why.

Vibrating Panties

Funny story here. I was seeing this man a couple of months ago who loved panties. I think to be honest, he wore them more than I did. Sex toys aside, he loved the way the silicone felt on his penis, but when we found these, it was game on. Oh, and one size fits most, so they were perfect for either one of us. Fun fact: They’re waterproof.

Inside of a little pocket in the front of the frilly undergarments there is a remote control vibrator with a 10 meter range. Image this, because it happened to me. At dinner one night it was his turn to wear the panties. Right during the main course he got a little surprise. I first pushed the button when he took the first bite of his steak. Poor guy almost choked at the table. I still laugh thinking about that. His eyes begged me to stop, but that devious side of me forced him to cum just as the waitress refilled his wine. A smirk between the two of us and she knew what happened. If that didn’t, the huge wet spot on the front of his pants gave him away. No worries, he paid me back during a shopping trip. It was memorable to say the least.

Sex Toys are not just for women.

I’ve had a lot of people ask me what some of my favorite personal items are. I have a few that I can’t live without and would make the perfect gift for the woman in your life.

Bubble Bath

Perfume

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Sissy boy, femboy, panty boy, whatever you call yourself, doesn’t it feel wonderful to slip on a pair of silky pink panties? No more boxers or tidy whities, let yourself be free to be as feminine as you want.

Do you shop for panties, or do you steal them? I love when a sissy steals that panties and hides them from the true owner. What I love the most is after they cum in them, they put them in the clean panty drawer. Imagine the owner wear them and not knowing the cotton panel was marinated in a potent load of semen. God, does anything so better that the body heat melting those little swimmers? The dirtier the panties, the better they are.

Sissy boy, put on the panties.

What kind of panties do you like the most?

• Thong. back.
• Hipster.
• Bikini. …
• Boyshort. .
• G-String.
• Brief.
• Tanga Brief.
• High-Cut / French-Cut.

Imagine going to a dinner party at your bosses house, or even a neighbor. You use the bathroom and notice the dirty clothing hamper in the corner. You can almost smell them the moment you walk in. The sissy inside of you gets the shivers knowing they are so close. Do you steal a pair and jerk off while you’re there? Or do you take one home and take the chance of the owner wondering where they went?

In a perfect world you will re-enact that scene from Fast times at Ridgemont high and jerk off in the pool room while the owner swims. Be the dirty horny boy who wants to fuck your sisters best friend. Stroke that sissy cock into her clean panties knowing she will slip them back on. Can you do it, panty boy? Can you take the chance of getting caught? Let’s find out together.

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