Author: Kayla

Yoga Bitch Beat Down

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My phone went off a few times during yoga, and she kept looking back at me with a stink eye. Rolling her eyes and huffing without actually saying anything. When we got into the locker room, she shoved past me and mumbled, “Rude.”

I  chuckled a little to my friends and cocked my head. “Um, excuse me, BITCH, did you have something to say to my face?”

She looked me up and down dismissively, obviously thinking she’s better than me. That’s when I started to twist my long hair up into a messy bun, knowing where this was going, and she snarks off that she can’t relax if rude people keep their phone volume on during class. I didn’t intend to beat your wife’s ass after Yoga class, but honestly, she asked for it.

Continue reading “Yoga Bitch Beat Down” →

Davey's Two Moms

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Having two moms can be really hard on such a young boy. Kids can be cruel and sometimes don’t understand when families look different from their own. Davey came home from school sniffling after some bullies told him his two moms were weird. Amber and I coddled our boy between us and kissed his hairline. “He’s just jealous that you get two moms to love you, Son,” I whispered in his ear as Amber patted his back. “And he only has one.”

“That’s right. He wishes he were as lucky as you, and that makes him act out.” We ushered our son to the bedroom and started to strip him. We knew just what he needed to relax and forget about those mean words from his school bully. He needed to feel surrounded by his mommy’s love.

Continue reading “Davey’s Two Moms” →

His First Time In Pantyhose

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“I want to try something new. Or different, I guess.” He whispered to me as we sat in the cute little coffee shop downtown. “I’m so bored and frustrated. She doesn’t want to try anything new or fun.” Rain patted at the large glass panes in front of us, coming down in lazy sideways splats that ran down the glass, giving me an idea. I scooted closer to him and squeezed his knee. My hand roamed high up on his married thigh, and I smirked at him. His wedding band stopped tapping against his coffee mug as he looked back at me.

“I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’ll like it.” My gaze scanned the man before me. He was the definition of masculine. Sleek, strong muscles bulged all over his tall frame. A sexy silver sprinkled beard, that I constantly wanted rubbing between my thighs, topped off his “Boys boy,” appeal. There was absolutely nothing feminine about him, but I wanted him in pantyhose.

Continue reading “His First Time In Pantyhose” →

Mikey's Misadventure into The Dumps

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Oh dear, I know. I can imagine what you’re thinking when you see such a shocking image! How could anyone toss a poor diaper boy into the dumpster, right? Well, let me start by telling you I’d never date a Bully. A Bull, yes, a Bully, No! So Trayvon has some explaining to do. I prefer to be the only meanie in a relationship, and no one gets away with treating my Mikey that way! Also, I think it’s important to remember that I only have Mikey’s version of this story, and everyone knows babies sometimes fib a little.

But I’ll tell you what Mikey told me, and maybe you can help me decide what to do next. Last weekend, I told Mikey to stay home and behave himself because I had a date with Trayvon. Tray is a six-foot-two, muscular black guy whom I met at the gym. He’s pure masculine energy, total Alpha vibe, like the opposite of my little nerd, Mikey. Mikey, understandably, was curious and confused as to why Mommy wanted to date when the two of them could stay home and snuggle.

Continue reading “Mikey’s Misadventure into The Dumps” →

A Hair Cut For Ky-Ky

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The upscale salon where I worked stayed busy. Our stylists are always in demand and booked out for months at a time. Securing an appointment with us was like winning the golden ticket. That’s why it seemed so odd when a “female” walked in, flipping her long blonde wig over her shoulder and leaned an elbow on the front desk. She popped a wad of bubble gum between her teeth and said, “I’d like to get like, just a trim.” I looked her over; the disguise was doing nothing for Ky-ky.

I guess he didn’t realize we’d gone to school together, and that I would recognize that body anywhere. Tall and lean, face sculpted like a Greek God. Adding a cheap wig and giant sunglasses wouldn’t fool me. My fingers flipped the schedule book open, and I shrugged. “We’re swamped.” Ky-ky’s face fell, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed his disappointment. “However, my noon appointment canceled at the last minute, and I can personally fit you in.” He bounced on his kitten heels and squeeled.

Continue reading “A Hair Cut For Ky-Ky” →

Mr. Stinky Pampers Earns A World Record

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’d written into the world record book about Mr. Stinky Pampers. I explained that there has never been a baby who has ever smelled as badly as he does. They contacted me back to say we’d been selected to meet with a judge, and she would decide if he earned the world record for Stinkiest Diaper. I was terribly excited, I mean, what’s the point in being so smelly if you aren’t recognized for it, right?

It was mid-morning when the Judge knocked on the door. She seemed very professional-looking in a hot, MILF-Y way. She had on a high-waisted pencil skirt and crisp, white button-up blouse. Her thick-rimmed glasses scrunched up her nose when I opened the door, and Mr. Stinky Pamper’s smell assaulted her senses. “Peeyouuu!” She waved her notebook in front of her nose. “It’s worse than I thought.”

Continue reading “Mr. Stinky Pampers Earns A World Record” →

Do You Want to make Me Happy?

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Sure, this is customer service, and I’m here for you. I can switch up roles at the drop of a hat and become anyone or anything you desire. A pouty Princess needing to be spoiled or a vengeful homewrecker set out to obliterate everything you’ve worked hard to achieve? No problem. Craving a MILFY Mommy to regress you or peg you, done… but do you want to make me happy?

If you genuinely wish to serve me as your Goddess, then you should ask me to ruin your orgasm. The key to this is that I need to be watching. If you really wanna make ME happy, I need to see you suffering on the brink of orgasm, teetering between pleasure and pain. I long to witness the frustration on your face and the straining of your body as we work you up to the disappointing, unsatisfying end.

Continue reading “Do You Want to make Me Happy?” →

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I had only worked at the hotel for a few days before I started completing room service turndowns by myself. My mentoring Maid had shown me the procedures and felt we would get the rooms cleaned quicker if we split the work up and did the rooms solo instead of together. A divide and conquer technique.

I had knocked as I did on every door before this one, but you didn’t respond. So I assumed the room was empty and slid my master key card into the lock. As I walked into the room, I picked up a discarded towel and slung it over my arm, then walked around the corner to see how much work the room would need. I was shocked to find you still lying in bed, sleeping on your back, with the blankets tangled around your hips. I should have turned around and slipped the “do not disturb” sign on your door. But your cock was rock hard and begging for attention.

Continue reading “Room Service Turndown” →

Unleashing The Serpent

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

He warned me his cock was “different,” that it could be dangerous if handled improperly or awakened by the wrong woman.  He said it wasn’t safe, but my curiosity only piqued. I needed to see it, feel it… Unleash it.

I walk into the bedroom wearing a fishnet bodysuit and heels. He was laying on the bed already stroking his cock as I sauntered towards him. It looked normal to me. Big, thick, and juicy. The veins that raced up his base pulsed a soft hue of green, and I blinked a few times as I got closer. Was that a trick of the light or a hint of what was to come? “It looks like you are ready to play,” I mewled as I crawled up beside his strong thighs.

Continue reading “Unleashing The Serpent” →

Yoga Temptations

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today, I was going to get what I wanted—one way or the other.

I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.

Continue reading “Yoga Temptations” →