Miranda’s Pink Purse Diaries Miranda’s Pink Purse Diaries Filthy demands from a bitch Goddess who drains wallets and denies cocks Pathetic little paypig—let’s call him Loser Larry—crawled into my DMs last night, wallet open, cock locked, begging for my attention.…
💋 Ophelia’s Art of Degradation 💋 Where Desire Kneels and Confidence Shatters The drag club hums with low lights and heavy anticipation, and Ophelia already knows why they’re here. The men who find their way into her orbit don’t want…
The dim glow of candles painted flickering shadows across my bedroom walls as I lay sprawled out on the bed, dark locks cascading down my porcelain skin. My black lace teddy clung to my curves, accentuating the swell of my…
Imani was always the life of the party with her infectious laugh and the way jeans hugged her curvy figure. But when the spotlight was on, she shone brightest. This ebony beauty had an aura about her that drew men…
The evening air was heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine as Alex waited for Mauris to arrive. In the dim light of the backyard, Alex reclined on a lounge chair, sipping a mojito and leafing through a worn paperback.…