My Secret Naughty Agenda

November 25, 2013 1:28 am 1:20 am 1:20 am

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1:19 am September 18, 2013 12:35 pm 12:35 pm 12:34 pm 2:08 am

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2:06 am 2:04 am 2:04 am 2:02 am
abjane:

Pizza AND a hot chick?! 

abjane:

Pizza AND a hot chick?! 

(Source: glofii)

2:02 am
dirtystorytime:

"What are you doing, Kitten" the ringtone, unmistakable. You knew it was me.
"I’m at Target, Sir." The immediate reply. Promptness was demanded when you received a text.
"What are you getting at Target?" 
"Knee socks, and I was going to look at new underwear."
"So you’re in the clothing section, right now?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Pick up a shirt. From the nearest rack. Take it to the change room, and text me when you’re there."
 
"I’m in the change room sir. Did you want to see the shirt I picked?"
"No. Put it on the bench. Take off your shirt, and pants."
"Ohhhh. Yes, Sir."
"Put your hand in your underwear, and taste yourself for me."
"Yes, Sir."
"Finger yourself. Run your finger from your clit to your cunt. Slide it up and down your lips. Do not sit. Do not put down the phone."
"Yes, Sir."
"You may use that monosyllabic word you enjoy so much from now on. The one you use to describe when you’re.. aroused."
"unf."
"I want to see you. Take a picture. Send it to me."
"Someone’s coming."
"Someone better not be cumming. Someone hasn’t asked."
"No, Sir. A Target person is coming. They knocked on my door."
"Are you being loud?"
"Yes. Yes."
"Do not stop. Masturbate for me. Say this: ‘Fuck off, I’m masturbating for Sir.’"
"Unf."
"Done?"
"I paraphrased."
"You’ll pay for that, later. Now, send it to me."
"Sent."
"Very good. Good Kitten. You can go back to shopping now."
"Yes, Sir."
"Oh, but first.. You may put down the phone. You may sit back. You may rub yourself. Fingering your cunt and rubbing your clit. Both hands, and you may cum for me."
"You will in fact… Cum for me. And I want another picture."
"Fuck. UNF."
Model: Savvy

dirtystorytime:

"What are you doing, Kitten" the ringtone, unmistakable. You knew it was me.

"I’m at Target, Sir." The immediate reply. Promptness was demanded when you received a text.

"What are you getting at Target?" 

"Knee socks, and I was going to look at new underwear."

"So you’re in the clothing section, right now?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Pick up a shirt. From the nearest rack. Take it to the change room, and text me when you’re there."

 

"I’m in the change room sir. Did you want to see the shirt I picked?"

"No. Put it on the bench. Take off your shirt, and pants."

"Ohhhh. Yes, Sir."

"Put your hand in your underwear, and taste yourself for me."

"Yes, Sir."

"Finger yourself. Run your finger from your clit to your cunt. Slide it up and down your lips. Do not sit. Do not put down the phone."

"Yes, Sir."

"You may use that monosyllabic word you enjoy so much from now on. The one you use to describe when you’re.. aroused."

"unf."

"I want to see you. Take a picture. Send it to me."

"Someone’s coming."

"Someone better not be cumming. Someone hasn’t asked."

"No, Sir. A Target person is coming. They knocked on my door."

"Are you being loud?"

"Yes. Yes."

"Do not stop. Masturbate for me. Say this: ‘Fuck off, I’m masturbating for Sir.’"

"Unf."

"Done?"

"I paraphrased."

"You’ll pay for that, later. Now, send it to me."

"Sent."

"Very good. Good Kitten. You can go back to shopping now."

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh, but first.. You may put down the phone. You may sit back. You may rub yourself. Fingering your cunt and rubbing your clit. Both hands, and you may cum for me."

"You will in fact… Cum for me. And I want another picture."

"Fuck. UNF."

Model: Savvy

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1:58 am

A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.

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August 15, 2013 8:48 pm