Ball Collecting Contest

Holly & I are having a contest! Yeah we're great friends and everyone knows I'm a huge fan of stuffing her tight teenage snatch with any one of my pastel-colored dildos. But competition is a good thing.  I mean, I certainly didn't end up as captain of the cheerleading squad my sophomore year by sitting on my ass. (There may have been some seducing and blackmail involved but that's a story for another day! LOL)

So anyway, there's this contest. A contest (that I'm going to win!) to see which of us can lay claim to the most new sets of blue balls in the next week. This is a casting call for fucktoys, sissy bitches, chastity toys, unfuckable little dicks and chronic masturbators. Call me at (866) 992-3258 and let me show you how my sweet honey-soaked voice and devilish mind can capture you by your balls, turn them blue and always leave you begging for more!

I'm the bitchy blonde teenager you've been dreaming of. And there's no telling what I might do to you!

~  Dominique (866) 992-3258  ~

New Neighbors and The Seeds of Sexual Obsession

I love getting new neighbors.

The entire process is filled with highlights and milestones, but there is nothing like the beginning, the first meeting. A flash of panic on the wife's face and you can see the sense of foreboding settle around her like a cloud. Perhaps she turns to her husband with a scowl to stem his widening eyes and jopped draw. Or maybe she studiously avoids looking at him, trying to will his inevitable arousal away by ignoring it.

He, naturally, is mesmerized and there is always an initial period where he forgets to conceal that inconvenient truth. He may have a vague sense that things are changing, but even the strength of that first powerful hard on doesn't clue him in on exactly what is happening.  He doesn't know yet how many times he'll scurry out of the house to walk the dog in a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of me. Or how he'll encourage his wife to go out for a ladies night so he can plot an encounter of a more sustained sort.

It's like living next to a bakery and subsisting on a diet of tofu and rice cakes. I am the sugar rush he dreams of, his sexual obsession, the embodiment of his every erotic craving. 

 I know what I do to men. I revel in it. By the way, would you like some sugar?

~  Lillian (866) 992-3258  ~