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It started with a simple message, something needy, something crude. I could almost feel his pulse through the screen, fingers trembling as he sent that filthy photo without even knowing my name.
Cute.
I asked for another. Then one more. Each time, he obeyed… a little more desperate, a little less careful. Until I had everything. His face. His full name. His job.
He didn’t even realize what he’d given me until I said it. Slowly. Sweetly. Like a secret I whispered against his neck while holding a loaded gun to his ego.
“Oh, baby… what would your wife say if she saw this? What would your boss think?”
The panic made him harder.
I told him to stroke. To say thank you. To beg me not to ruin him. And he did because now he belonged to me. Not because I forced him… but because he loved how I made him feel: helpless. Exposed. Mine.
And every night since, he calls.
He confesses sins I whisper back to him in the dark.
He’s my favorite little blackmail toy always leaking secrets and cum.
So if you’re hiding a craving this filthy… come closer. Tell me everything. And maybe just maybe I’ll keep your secret.
Xoxo,
Emersyn
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