4: What Can’t Be Unsung
He froze. Blood rushed in his ears.
She sat there, wrapped loosely in a towel, hair dripping, no mask. Just real.
He sank to his knees. Hands on her bare knees.
“I love you,” he said quietly. “I adore you. These days… have been the best of my life. I want you. All of you.”...
2025-05-31 09:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
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2025-05-28 09:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post 1: The Request
“I want to make a purchase,” the message read. A link to the desired piece was attached.
“What’s the price?” he asked.
She named it. He agreed without hesitation.
“Could I also meet you? Is there a chance you could deliver the piece in person? I'd like to talk about the process—...
2025-05-27 11:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostLisa quietly reentered the room, the soft click of her wheels barely making a sound. She paused for a moment, watching J and Estella, a gentle smile curling on her lips as she slowly began to undress, letting her dress slip away.
J turned slightly, helping Estella shift — easing her onto his lap, her beautiful upper body revealed, her lo...
2025-05-25 13:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostEstella smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “You’re right, J… we should take this a bit slower.”
She turned slightly toward Lisa. “Maybe… I could have a little moment with J?” she asked gently, her voice kind but light.
Lisa grinned. “I was just about to head downstairs to grab a bottle of wine anywa...
2025-05-18 12:00:02 +0000 UTC View PostPart 7
Lisa sat upright on the bed, her dress slipping off in one smooth movement, revealing deep red lingerie that hugged her curves. She straightened her posture, legs stretched in front of her, eyes playful and sparkling.
J set the small bag down, momentarily frozen by the sight — Lisa, confident and glowing, an...
2025-05-15 11:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post
two different heels, transfer, no calfstrap...
2025-05-13 11:11:43 +0000 UTC View PostEstella smiled softly, brushing a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “So, what do you two usually drink?” she asked, her voice silky and calm.
Lisa leaned forward with a playful grin. “Oh, I’m easy. But a Pornstar Martini? That’s my go-to.”
J sat quietly, watching the two women — both stunning, both on wheels — but in ...
2025-05-11 10:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe next two weeks stretched and blurred, thick with nerves and anticipation.
J couldn’t focus at work. Every time he glanced at his phone, his stomach flipped — a new message from Her, Estella, the dream girl he’d only ever known through screens. She was real. She was planning.
“Send me your hotel details,” Estella wrote o...
2025-05-06 11:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostWeeks turned into months, and J’s life had shifted in ways he never expected.
He still texted his Dream Girl every day — his European beauty, the girl on wheels who had haunted his mind and stirred his fantasies for years. But now, alongside that, he was also falling in love with Lisa.
Lisa was real. Lisa was her...
2025-05-04 10:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostDo not COPY AND STEAL my content. And once again my exclusive content is being stolen and put up online on porn sites. Please have some respect for content creators! We work to make ends meet. We create content for subscribers/fans only.
Let’s keep the connection between para’s and dev’s safe.
Please report these people taking...
2025-05-01 07:59:17 +0000 UTC View PostJ had never felt this good in years. He was healthier, sharper, and standing taller since the promotion. His days were busy, and his evenings were full—with laughter, real conversation, even quiet weekends at BBQs with friends and the occasional slow, sensual evening with Lisa.
Lisa had become more than a date. Her wheelchair didn’t de...
2025-04-27 17:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostJ was a man built from small-town routine and long, lonely nights. A state police officer in upstate New York—not the siren-rushing, adrenaline-soaked kind, but the kind that knew every street, every porchlight, every quiet disappointment in town. He was 43, broad-shouldered, Italian roots, with a slightly rounded belly from too much late-nigh...
2025-04-25 14:00:32 +0000 UTC View PostI knelt there, trembling—not from fear, but from something deeper, something I’d learned to crave. Mistress sat comfortably in her chair, one leg slung over the other, her expression unreadable but her eyes glittering with the wicked joy of anticipation.
“I bet those poor balls of yours are aching, aren't they, pet?” Her voice was ...
2025-04-19 10:00:14 +0000 UTC View PostShe continued sipping through the straw, eyes locked on mine, her lips curled into a wicked smile. That mischievous sparkle in her gaze made my stomach turn to liquid. Then, with a subtle tilt of her head, she directed my attention toward the man on the computer and the bartender—both clearly watching me, whispering, laughing.
My face bu...
2025-04-18 08:00:14 +0000 UTC View PostI was dozing in my hotel room when my phone buzzed. A message from Her:
"In ten minutes, in front of my room. We're going down for a drink."
She had brought me on this trip not as a companion, but as Her personal assistant—available for anything, at any time. We had separate rooms, and I wasn’t allowed to contact He...
2025-04-16 08:47:11 +0000 UTC View PostMiss opened her DMs. Another guy trying.
"Being at your feet is my dream. Are you open to having a submissive under your command? You are everything I dream of, and I did not know you would be open to this. I want to be here for you to use."
She exhaled, scrolling through the message. She had foot slaves before—most were greedy, di...
2025-04-07 11:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post
