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 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, The Voice on the Other End of the Phone

I like to be objectified. 
Mr. X knows this, but sometimes I wonder if he gets it. I want to be the thing that gets him off, his silly little, living, breathing fucktoy. And I feel like it sometimes – when he rubs my legs and butt, when he cops a feel because he can, when [...]

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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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