Hello again, Professor. Won't you please come in?
Shadowobsidian Erotic Audio Sex Stories 92
A reading of the short horror story The Devil In A Nunnery by Francis Oscar Mann while using a Hitachi wand.
What do you know of my love, my love?
Nothing.
We finally have a day just for us, sweetheart. It's barely begun, but it's already perfect, because I have you here, in my arms.
You came into my life so unexpectedly, and now nothing seems the same.
A reading of 'The Isle of Pines' by Ambrose Bierce while using my blue Tremble Kiss vibrator
Me attempting to use my new toy--the biggest I've ever attempted--with mixed results. Enjoy my struggles.
A reading the 'The Midnight Visitor' by John Kendrick Bangs. Read while utilizing a clit sucker toy.
A reading of the short horror story 'Many Waters Cannot Quench Love' by Louisa Baldwin. While attached to a Hitachi wand.
I had a plan. It was a good plan. Some edibles, some audios, a little clit sensitizing gel, my Hitachi and my dildo. But you know what they say about the survival of plans...
He decided I would suffer for him today. Of course, Sir.
After so long talking online, we finally got to meet in person. Oh, sweet boy; the things I want to do to you...
In a mood. Had time before work. Enjoy
TW: Mention of animal death
Dear human, did you think you could come into my temple and make demands of me? Pathetic little mortal man, I will remind you what it means to pray to a Goddess...
Listening to audios while high always gives me so many ideas. But I couldn't bother the neighbors, so I did my best to keep quiet. I don't think I succeeded...
Rare, and rugged, and pure
A techno DJ in the goth club is bad enough, but trying to defend him to me? Oh, baby bat; you need to figure out how to wear your boots properly before you can even think about speaking to me like that...
Your day started wonderfully in my arms, Daddy, but something had ruined it after you left. Now you needed my help to make sure the day ended on a good note. Of course, Daddy. Anything for you
Six months ago, you vanished out of my life without a word, warning, or trace. Now you're back on my doorstep in the pouring rain, knowing I can't turn you away. I should hate you. Why can't I hate you?
