Age: 26

Height: 5' 9"

Weight: 130

Measurements: 34a.26.36

Hair: Chestnut

Eyes: Hazel

Likes: Crossdressers, food, bondage, whispered secrets, art supplies (paint, markers, etc), toys, testing my/your flexibility, trying to hold back my moaning, and good conversations.

Haven't I met you before? I'm Mia.

I've always come across as polite,
gentle, and average but most people don't get to see my wild side. I often
try to hold it in and it can be a fun challenge to get me to let it out.
Do you want me to dress you up? I'd love to see your bulge in my little
panties. Maybe you need a sparkly tiara to complete the ensemble. If you
want, you can dress me up, too. I look great in a tie and I'd love to
walk around the house with my dripping wet pussy in your boxers. There's
nothing I love more than playing dress-up except perhaps getting a bite to
eat. We can take turns being the plate. Watermelon, sushi, mashed
potatoes, ice cream, you name it! I love it all! You'll have to lick it
off of me before your dinner gets cold, but don't worry - I won't get
cold. I may be slender, but don't let that fool you - I have a voracious
appetite. I'll eat anything you want me to. Anything. I especially love
treats that have a cream filling.

If you're not hungry, that's ok. We can do some painting. I have lots of
paint. I'll rub some red on my tits, you can dip your cock in yellow, and
we'll see what color they make when we mix them together. I can get some
butcher paper that we can lay on the floor or pin to the wall. (Paper
isn't the only thing that can get laid on the floor or pinned to the
walls.) We can cover each other in paint and see how many interesting
patterns we can make on the paper. No paint brushes allowed, but I have
plenty of toys we can use!

I'm rather fond of all sorts of dildos, handcuffs, ropes, scarves, gags
and blindfolds. I'll tie you up, blindfold you, and we'll play a game.
I've numbered various parts of your body from 1 to 10, but you don't know
what number goes where. Say a number and you'll start to figure them out.
If you call out the right number, I might be inclined to lean in, grab
your naked, throbbing cock, and start licking it like it's a snow cone in
the middle of July. But before you explode in my mouth, I want your dick
to feel my warm, strong pussy. I'm going to try really hard to not make
any loud noises. I'm afraid the neighbors will hear. But, if you're good
at what you do and I start to get wet, maybe a whimper or a moan will work
its way out. If you're really good at it, I might not be able to hold it
in anymore. I get a little embarrassed when other people hear me. I try
not to be a screamer, but it can be really hard sometimes.

I'm very tall and flexible and I love to show off my long legs, perky
little tits, and flawless feet. How many positions can we do? What'' your
favorite one? Perhaps I can improve on it. Or maybe we can do yoga
together. I'll start by standing with my feet far apart and my legs
straight. Then, I'll bend over and touch the soft carpeting. You can stand
behind me, holding my hips so I don't slip and fall. This room has a bit
of a chill. Your body is so close and so warm. I can feel your manhood
against my wet lips. To stretch out my chest more, I lean back into you.
You accidentally slide into me! That was a pleasant surprise! You're
rhythmically pulling my hips while you thrust into me and it feels soooo
gooood.

When we're done fucking each other brains out, we can lay on the ground
to catch our breath. I have my head against your chest and my freshly
tangled hair is cascading down your sides. What do you want to talk about?
I love a good conversation. Please talk nerdy to me. I'm frisky, but I'm
smart. Do you like to fuck smart girls? I know I do! I'm very curious
about a number of subjects: science (biology is my favorite), art,
philosophy, you name it. Can you teach me? Can you teach me while wearing
my frilly little panties? Let me know and, for a small fee, I'll send you
a pair.

If you like what you see, you can find out when I'm available at
miasweekly@yourdesires.com or you can email me directly at
mia@yourdesires.com. If you just want to chat, I'm on AIM and Yahoo as
GiveItToMia. Well? What are you waiting for?

My Thoughts...

I just found out that Sammy was accepted into art school! This is exciting
news for us because we get to move to a new city together. We've been
dating semi-secretly for a few months now and have just decided to make it
public and move in together. I can't stand to think of what it would be
like to live without her luscious tongue between my thighs. I sure hope
our new neighbors don't mind listening to a couple of loud girls fuck all
night long. For both Sammy and me, our last day here at YD is Sunday,
April 1st. After that, we're off to see a new city. You've only got a few
more chances to talk to us before we go. If you want a sneak peek of what
our neighbors will hear, give us a call. We'd love to show you.
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Mmm. I'm excited for Wednesday, March 7th because I'll be working the
overnight shift from 9 P.M. to 8 A.M. The best part about this overnight
shift is that I get to work with Chloe. She looks so cute and innocent,
but I know better than that. I haven't had a chance to play with Chloe
yet, but I'm sure someone would love to listen to me spank, lick, and fuck
her. I just hope she returns the favor.
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Never have I ever: done a two-girl call with Rachel. She's one of the more
powerful and dominant girls here. I would love to find out which of us is
more dominant. She can be downright cruel sometimes, but I'm very crafty
and good at making power dynamics turn on a dime - even when it seems like
I've lost all control. I think she would really love to taste my sweet
pussy juices as they dripped down her cute little chin. I even have the
perfect slutty outfit I can make her wear. The outfit looked absolutely
whorish on Autumn the last time I fucked her. I have a feeling it will
look even skankier on Rachel. If I can make her obey me, I'll have her
begging me to let her cum. And, maybe if she's a good little girl, I'll
let her. I might even let her squirt, but only if she promises to lick up
the mess when we're through.
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Never have I ever: been a key holder. I've never had the pleasure to tease
a man by literally dangling his key to freedom in front of him. Just the
thought of making him squirm gets me wet. I would love to tie him to a
chair - arms tied together behind the back rest, each ankle tied to the
front chair legs so his knees are about 15 inches apart - and stand in
front of him and his caged cock with the key hanging from a string around
my neck. I would slowly pull the key out of my shirt, where it's been
living for the past six months. I would move towards his cage and watch
him writhe as the key gets closer and closer to the lock. The shine of the
light hitting the key would perfectly mirror the anticipatory sparkle in
his eyes at the thought of finally being set free. I would gently insert
the key into the lock, but not turn it yet. I would just hold the key
still. He would want, so badly, to reach out, turn the key, and take it
from me. But he can't. His arms are tied and, even if he did manage to
Houdini himself out of it, the key is attached to my body; the body he so
desperately wants to fuck when he's free.

I would hold the key in the lock for several seconds, but it would feel
like a lifetime to him. I would look up into his eyes, crack a deviant,
bad-girl grin. Then I would remove the key, and tuck it back into my
shirt. He hasn't been caged long enough yet. It's a fun little Catch 22.
He only wants out so he can fuck me. But as long as he wants to fuck me, I
won't let him free.
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Nothing puts a bigger smile on my face than taking control of a situation.
I love it when I can use my power to make someone do something they swore
they would never do. Don't want to wear my little panties? Don't want to
lick my tight little asshole? Don't want to suck a throbbing cock? Too
bad! Do it, bitch! I love watching guys squirm with uncertainty as they
begin to realize that the thing they said they'd never do is what they'd
wanted all along. Are you brave enough to play with me? There's only one
way to find out.
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I've been here for a few weeks now and, I must admit, I've been broadening
all sorts of horizons. It makes me feel like a dirty little whore (in all
of the best ways). I've had the pleasure of talking to some very sweet
guys, I've forced guys to do things to their cocks and balls they NEVER
would have thought of themselves, I've tied people up, held people down,
fucked guys in their pretty little assholes with my rock-hard strap on,
forced men to do dirty things they secretly wanted, and slid my biggest
dildo into Autumn's little pink cunt. Still on my list of things to do:
spanking someone 'til they bleed, fucking in a public place, making messes
and licking them up, dressing up for someone (Spandex? High heels? Whipped
cream?), playing with hot wax, and having my toes licked. Plus, I still
want more opportunities to dominate sissy boys. If any of this interests
you, give me a call. I'll be waiting.

My Fantasies...

As I look down at your cherry red ass, I wonder for a moment if I finally
took things a little too far. You turn around and look at me with tears
welling up in your eyes. With the ball gag firmly in your mouth, I see
that gleam in your eyes that says, "Yes, Mistress. More." My palm strikes
hard on your cheek with a loud SMACK! and my fingers leave their mark on
the side of your face. I lightly laugh because I realized that it's a
strange way for me to mark my territory. I yank the gag out of your mouth.
"And whose little bitch are you?"

"Y-y-yours, Mistress," you mutter.

"I can't hear you! Louder!"

"Yours, Mistress!"

"Very good, slave," Your obedience is your one redeemable quality. You may
be weak, stupid, and inexperienced, but at least you know your place.

"May I cum now, Mistress?"

"How many times have you asked me that?"

"Uh - I don't know."

"So many times that you lost count. And what is always my answer?"

"M-m-maybe."

"That's right, and my answer certainly hasn't changed, has it?"

"No, Mistress."

Oh, how I love taking complete control of your cock. Making you stroke it
all day long but never let you cum. Each day, you beg me to let you cum.
You tell me that you'd do ANYTHING if I would just let you cum. Unlike
you, I'm not stupid. I know how to take advantage of a situation like
this. I make you clean for me, wearing nothing but a skimpy little apron
and a forced smile. I tie you up and force you to watch me fuck another
man. I take your credit card with me on all of my shopping sprees. And
every day, I tell you that if you're good enough, if you obey, if you beg
to cum, I'll think about it. Will I let you cum today? Well . . . Maybe.
But you look like you're having so much fun. Why stop now?
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I see the way that you look at me when I wear those little pink lace
panties. I see the way you stare. The way you can't take your eyes off my
ass. I know your secret. I know that it's not my ass that you covet; it's
the panties. You want, more than anything, to try them on. To see how
smooth and soft they'd make your ass look. What would you look like in
those panties? Would your hard little cock stick out? Would you imagine
that you had a soft wet pussy instead? I'm sure you'd want Mommy to put on
her great big strap on and remind you that if you close your eyes and
pretend like a good little girl, you can have the pussy you always wanted.
Mommy would let you pet her big, thick strap on. She'd even let you kiss
it. Then, she'd gently bend you over and tell you to relax while she
pulled those little frilly panties down and slowly pushed it in. You'd
feel your little pussy stretch for the first time ever. Shhh. It'll only
hurt for a little bit. Don't worry. Mommy's here and you're about to make
her very happy.
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The restaurant was busy that night. You glanced at me, with that
suggestive look in your eyes, as you stood up. You told everyone at the
table you needed to use the restroom and you'd be right back. I watched
you as you walked to the back of the room, but you didn't turn left at the
hallway towards the mens room; you turned right. A moment later, I
excused myself from the table to powder my nose, and I followed you. I
turned right at the hallway until I came to a door - the only place you
could have gone. I pushed the door open, and saw you standing in the
alley, waiting for me. You were leaning against a solid brick wall,
casually, as if you were waiting for a bus. I walked up to you and kissed
you, hard. Your hands glided down my silky red dress and when they found
my thighs, they started to slide up. You pulled my panties down to my
beautiful ankles as I reached down and unbuttoned your pants. Our mouths
hadn't separated. Our tongues danced as I pulled your cock out,
discretely. You lifted the front of my dress to expose my wet, willing
pussy. I lift up my left knee and place it against the cold hard wall
behind you as I guide you into my cunt. Your dick was thrusting hard and
fast. The pleasure was so intense, I squirted all over your cock and it
dripped down onto my shiny patent leather pumps. You pulled out of me and
as you fastened your pants, you said, "Wait a few moments before you go
back inside. And don't tell anyone about what we just did."

I followed your advice. You walked back into the restaurant while I pulled
up my panties and fixed my hair in the alley. When I walked back to the
table, you were chatting with everyone as if nothing happened. As I sat
down, I could feel your cum in me, soaking my panties. No one noticed it
when you looked at me, but I could tell. I knew you were thinking about
all the wet pussy juices still lingering on your dick. What made it even
hotter was thinking about how no one else in the restaurant knows that I
have your load in my cunt right now.

Your load.

In my cunt.

Right now.

It's our little secret.
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I hold you close. You can feel my breath across your neck; it sends
shivers down your spine. The excitement of a new lover. Your hand gently
traces the curves of my waist. The anticipation of my flesh so close to
yours. Your hand wanders further down my side, over my hip, and back to
grasp my firm, bare ass. The feel of your grasp makes my back arch and my
nipples harden. You take my nipple into your mouth and suck. I never knew
such a gentle motion could cause such an intense sensation. My delicate
hands run through your rose scented hair and softly down your neck. You
stop. Your wide eyes look up at mine. "Now?" you ask me.

"Yes. Now," I reply. You kiss your way from my nipple to the center of my
chest. From the center of my chest down to my belly button. From my belly
button to my labia. Your nimble fingers part my smooth lips as you begin
to lick. You can feel my lips opening up for you as my sweet juices
collect on your lips. I begin to whimper, softly at first. You begin to
gently suck on my clit; feeling it get hard in your mouth as I moan with
pure pleasure. You suck harder and harder until I can't stand it anymore.
I feel a sudden rush. Every muscle in my body tenses up and I scream in
ecstasy before relaxing into a deep state of bliss. "Your turn," I say as
I sit up and grasp your hips firmly in my hands. I look deeply into your
eyes as I lean in and wrap my fist and my mouth around your dick. Oh, how
I love to hear you moan. I begin to suck, swirling my tongue across the
tip with each stroke. I'm picking up speed, sucking harder. Your moans
become louder and your breathing quickens, matching my rhythm perfectly.
You begin to tense up and I taste your hot juices in my throat. I swallow
as I pull you out of my mouth. We both curl up together, feeling the heat
from each others bodies. The only thought running through my mind is how
much I'm looking forward to doing so many dirty things to you.

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It's a dark and stormy night. You slam the door shut against the howling
wind as you step into the house and shake off your umbrella. You're
soaking wet. The room is lit only by a flickering fire in the fireplace.

"Welcome home, sweetie," I say as you jump; surprised that you're not
alone. "I have some warm blankets ready for you. Take off your clothes
first and lay them out to dry," I command. You crouch down and begin by
taking off your boots. You look over at me and notice that I'm watching
you undress. I'm wrapped up in warm, soft blankets up to my neck. "Take
your time. There's no need to rush," I add. "I even poured you a glass of
wine. It's on the table there. Help yourself." But you want to get out of
those soggy, constrictive clothes as fast as possible.

"Oh, you're soaked down to your underwear. You'll have to take those off,
too." Wordlessly, you do as I say.

You recognize me from somewhere, but you can't quite put a finger on it.
"Is she a friend-of-a-friend? Did I see her in a dream? Am I imagining
her? How did she get here?" you think to yourself. Those thoughts are soon
eclipsed by your desire to have me. You take a sip of wine and shyly
tip-toe over to me as I extend an arm to let you into the blankets. In the
orange glow of the fireplace, you see that I'm wearing nothing but a
smile.

"Come on. Don't be shy. I have them all warmed up for you." You get a
sudden rush of excitement; your cock is stiffening and there's no way to
hide it. "I don't think it's the wine that's making you blush," I giggle.
You crawl into the blankets next to me and finally warm up enough to stop
shivering. The firelight makes my hair a beautiful shade of auburn and my
skin just radiates beauty. I wrap the blanket around us tightly and run my
fingers through your rain-soaked hair. I lean in and kiss you, hard. You
begin to kiss down my neck and across my chest. Your cock is throbbing.
You reach down, grab your shaft, and start to rub circles around my pussy
with the head of your cock.

"Not yet," I say as I pull your dick away from my cunt. "You're not
allowed to fuck me until I say so." I feel your cock expand even further.
You notice that it's become so hard and excited, it seems bigger than it's
ever been before. You feel as if, at the slightest touch, it might just
burst. But you know that if it did, it would only disappoint me.

"Here - my clothes are dry. Put these on." I hand you a small, very short
denim skirt and a pair of four inch patent leather heels in bright red.

"But I don't want-"

"I didn't give you permission to speak," I interrupt. I reach over, grab a
riding crop from the table next to me, and give you a series of firm
spankings. "You are to remain silent unless told otherwise. Now, put the
clothes on like I told you to." You stand up and your nakedness is exposed
in the warm glow of the fire again. You slip the skirt on and slide into
the heels. Your boner protrudes from underneath the dainty skirt, as does
your cherry red ass. You've never felt so exposed before. I reach out,
pull you onto your knees, and lift up your skirt. "NOW you may fuck me," I
demand.

You slowly slide your cock into me and begin to find a rhythm. I moan with
satisfaction while I grasp your ass with both hands under your skirt. You
start to pound harder into me and I start to dig my nails into your ass
cheeks. You feel my pussy clench as I begin to cum and it puts you over
the edge. We both cum so hard that it takes a few seconds to uncurl our
toes.

I take a moment to catch my breath. "You are now my sissy bitch and you
will do as I say. Now, I'll let you say three words, sissy."

You quietly mutter, "Who are you?"

"I'll never tell."
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For a couple of weeks now, I haven't been able to stop thinking about
Christie. I keep staring at her soft, plump tits and her golden hair. I
don't think she knows how badly I want to do a call with her. She and I
would be on a two-girl call with a guy. He would ask me to pick out my
biggest dildo, put it in my harness, and strap it on. He would instruct me
to come up behind Christie, slowly, and rub my cock against her taint. I'm
sure I would become distracted by her soft skin and I would start stroking
her tits, caressing her thighs, and kissing her neck. I would begin to
kiss every inch of her body - from top to bottom - and forget that there
was still a guy on the phone with us. I would take the time to suck on her
toes while she ran her fingers through my hair to let me know that she
wants me, too. I would bend her over the edge of the bed and slowly put my
lubed-up cock in her tight pussy. Just thinking about it makes me wet. I
can almost hear her shout, "Oh! It's so big!" while I start to thrust
harder and faster. I would reach down and rub circles around her clit
until she can't take it anymore and she has to let it out. I would cum so
hard just from hearing her moan with excitement. Sadly, this is only a
fantasy . . . For now.
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I'm sitting in the cubicle across from yours. It's been a very long, slow
day at the office and everyone just wants to go home. I get up to go use
the copy machine and I see you eying me as I walk past. It's no surprise.
My blouse is a little low cut and my skirt is shorter than the dress code
allows, but you're the first to notice. I get into the copy room and start
shuffling through the papers I have to reproduce when I hear the door shut
behind me and feel your hands firmly squeezing my waist as you lean into
me from behind. You gently move my hair to one side and lean in to smell
my subtle perfume while you gingerly kiss my neck. I can feel your hand
sliding up my thigh and into my skirt. I feel your body jolt when you
discover that I'm not wearing any panties. You slide a wet finger into my
cunt. I can't help but softly moan. I can feel your hardness against my
ass cheek. It must be getting stuffy in those khakis. I turn around, look
you straight in the eye, and slowly get down on my knees. I unbutton and
unzip your pants with my teeth. I bet you didn't know your co-worker could
do that. I slowly pull them down until I can reach everything I want. Your
cock is hard and excited. I lean in with a hand around your shaft and I
begin to lick little circles around the tip. My tongue is soft and warm.
You gently place a hand on the back of my head and press me onto your
cock. I'm slowly sucking you off and fondling your balls. I notice you
reach over to the table and grab something - it's a thick blue
highlighter. You drop your pants all the way to the floor and slowly start
fucking your ass with the highlighter. I start mouth fucking you harder as
I think about what would happen if the highlighter exploded in your ass. I
think about the vibrant blue streak it would leave up your asshole and how
you would look with blue dripping down your taint. I'm going down on you
faster and faster. I want your dick to explode like a white creamy
highlighter all over my mouth. I want to see it trickle down my chin from
the corners of my mouth. You're getting so close now. I reach back to cop
a feel of your tightly clenched ass and that's when you can't take it
anymore. You start writhing in ecstasy. I try to swallow your load, but
there's just so much of it! You pull the highlighter out, take off the
cap, and in big bold letters, I feel you write the word, "SLUT" on my
forehead. You pull up your khakis, open the door and walk out like nothing
happened. I stare at the defiled highlighter sitting on the table, just
waiting for some unsuspecting co-worker to come use it. I wonder whether I
should try to wash the word off my forehead with shame or accept my title
with grace. Either way, I'll never look at that shade of blue the same way
again.

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