Bettie’s Back. And she brought toys.

Oh, I have been away too long. Did you miss me? 
In truth, while Miss Bettie did recently get the best orgasm of her life (more on that soon, I promise), all in all, her box springs haven’t been seein’ too much action of late.
I’ve been sick. Mr. X has been sick. And while I’m always, [...]

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Bettie, Your Sweet Little Girl

Mmmmm, ever had a orgasm that’s kept you up for hours? 
I know tomorrow morning Mr. X will be sorry to hear our earth shattering phone fuck session kept me awake until the wee hours of the morning, but the truth is, when something is that intense, I can’t stop thinking about it. My pussy has just [...]

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Bettie’s Orgasm Report

Three nights ago, Mr. X was too tired to listen to me cum and mandated that I masturbate on my own and report back to him about the experience.
At first I was thrown, to the point of near-tears. In the 18 months that I have been his, I might have climaxed on my own [...]

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Bettie’s A Week Away From Fucking You

I know I promised, or should I say was ordered, to make biweekly posts. But all has not been well in Bettie land, and between car accidents and serious allergic reactions to medications, my kind Mr. X forgave my misstep of only producing a singular posting last week. 
But I don’t imagine I should come to [...]

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Bettie’s Sick of Quickies

Mr. X has been ignoring me. 
To be fair, he’s been busy. Family around. Not feeling well. I understand. I understand, I understand. At least that’s what I say. I’m trying to understand. 
I’m a needy little thing though. The past two nights have been the kind of rough quickies that satisfy that physical need but not [...]

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Bettie, Without Her Panties

I love rules. Rules are like being bound and tied…but in an even more exillerating way. Hard to believe there’s anything sexier than the thrill of hands crossed and pushed above the head, held together by handcuffs or ropes, or – shiver – red, plastic bondage tape, but it’s true, there is. Being forced, not by [...]

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Bettie, Covered in You

I have been so horny lately. 
I’ve been completely swollen clit, pussy drenched in my own wetness, hardly can keep my hands out of my panties horny. I’ve been obsessively shopping for red lace up corsets on-line horny. I’ve been spending every free moment thinking about being face fucked by you – me kneeling between your legs, [...]

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Bettie Hates It When You Don’t Let Her Come

Orgasm denial. The worst trick Mr. X ever learned. 
Mr. X was feeling extra lovey tonight and in spite of myself I was get into it. My sweet master, so vulnerable, so loving. He said I’ve never been interested in anyone the way I’m interested in you. Before it’s been I’d fuck a girl, but as [...]

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Bettie Loves You

I’d been in a generally weepy mood all day. Getting bad medical news can do that a girl. Sometimes, I feel less like a person and more like an experiment gone horribly wrong. Like a human medical textbook, not a person at all, and even less so, a feminine anything. 
But I am not a person. [...]

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