Author: Kayla

Yoga Temptations

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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.

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Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The day had been long and stressful, so I decided to prowl the bar near the office before going home. Frustration and anger were buzzing inside of me, scratching underneath my skin like an itch I couldn’t reach. I wanted to control someone, maybe even hurt them a little.

The tiny bar was busy as I scanned the crowd for my next lucky victim. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games; the boy would have to be obviously submissive and willing to skip the small talk. My gaze moved over my options until I found him. A businessman hunched over the bar, nursing a drink. Quickly i squeezed through the patrons until my tits bumps against my targets back. He shifted a bit and barely looked over his shoulder. My hand skimmed up his side, over his shoulder to the back of his neck, where I gripped him firmly in my little hand. His whole body seemed to relax with that one hold. I pressed my lips to his ear and made my offer.

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Do I Or Don't I GAME NIGHT With Kayla Cumsalot

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Ok, ok, OKAY! So you think you know me. After so many years of spilling your fantasy and secrets, you think we’re close. Some of you even believe there is more than just a hot, filthy, naughty call between us now and again, but…have you ever considered I tell you what you wanna hear? That maybe I feed you the version of me that keeps you crawling back to me, instead of what’s REALLY going on in my deviously manipulative brain? Do you actually know me at all? Well, we’re about to find out!

I’ve compiled a list of “Do I or Don’t I’s,” and we’ll see which players know the real Kaykay best! Some are kinky and some are not. Depending on how well you’ve listened to me during our sessions or what you’ve seen on my Twitter, this could be super easy or SUPER hard!

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Stinky Mr. Pampers Wrecks Our Brunch

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

There are many ways to enjoy a weekend, but one of my favorites is inviting the girls over for brunch. Mercedes and Diana are such great company; boy, can they gossip! We huddle around the little patio table, sharing tea and cock stories while stuffing ourselves full of little biscuits and cookies. Normally, that’s how our bottomless mimosa brunches go, but today, I was stuck babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers.

If you’ve been around here for a bit, then you’ve probably figured out how this stinky winker got his nickname. HE is one of the smelliest babies around! Oh, sorry, I mean smelliest BIG BOYS, around. The girls and I were talking about the latest stud Mercedes had bent over her bed while Mr. Stinky Pampers was playing with his little toy trucks. Or so we thought he was playing… Until the smell hit us!

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I Don't Need Help, Daddy

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’m a big girl now. Like the biggest, really! I can do so many things all by myself, like go potty without anyone to wipe me, but I guess Daddy forgets that because he stormed into the bathroom the other day while I was going number one. It was right before I planned to get into the shower, so I was sitting on the potty all nakie and ya know, doing what I had to do.

Daddy doesn’t allow locked doors in his house, but when doors are shut, everyone always knocks first. Daddy didn’t knock. He burst right in and my little knees snapped closed while my hand flew over my little boobies. “GET OUT!” I squealed and rocked back on the potty in fear. Something in the way Daddy was looking at me wasn’t right, and it scared me.

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Wicked Stepmommy Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Kyle was very close to his Father. His Mother had never been a part of his life, and it’d always been just him and his Dad. They were pals in everything, so it was very hard for him when his Father remarried a woman almost the same age as Kyle. She was stunning with luscious curves and a sensual voice. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, making Kyle want to twist his fingers in it every time he saw her. His new stepmother was very nurturing and so maternal. It came naturally to her since she had two beautiful daughters of her own.

Kyle finally felt like he had the family he’d always dreamed of. A loving father and a beautiful Mother who coddled and looked after him, and siblings he could tease and protect, but his fairytale didn’t last long. His Father got very sick, and poor Kyle was forced to say his goodbyes. He tried to cling to the comfort of his new family, hoping they would support him in his time of grief, but instead, he found his loving, warm step-mommy cold and wicked in his Father’s absence.

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The Clinic Will Help

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My feet paused in the soft carpet of the upstairs hallway, and my ears perked up. I could hear… sounds. You know the kind. Moans and grunts. Sounds that I shouldn’t be hearing from my young son’s room. It felt like the world had tilted on its axis! No, this can’t be happening. Not this soon! I knew he was growing up and becoming more of a man than the sweet baby I had nursed years ago, but I wasn’t ready to let him go!

I recently read about an age regression clinic where they helped Mothers with this exact situation. The next loud moan sent my feet back into action. I pushed into his room and saw what I hoped I’d been imagining. There he was, my sweet baby boy, hunched over his laptop watching porn with his cock in his hand.

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Taking What He Wants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’d only been an intern at his office for two weeks, but it didn’t take long to realize it wasn’t safe. They say if you want to be successful, you must surround yourself with successful people. Well, Mr. Z is the most successful person I know. I ached to be close to him, to learn from him, but my skin prickles with awareness when he’s around, like the sixth sense of prey around a predator. My body knows he’s powerful and dangerous.

I can feel his gaze on me anytime he enters a room. With one glance, he strips me bare, as if I’m not even wearing the conservative, knee-length dresses and pantyhose. His attention makes me feel like a wanton slut even when fully dressed, so I’ve tried to avoid him. Good girls wouldn’t feel those things, especially not at the office, and I’m a good girl. I’m only here to learn from him and to become successful.

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Pay For My Pot Of Gold

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I love it when payday falls around St. Patrick’s Day. It’s just so fitting. Legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures who like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.

It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.

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Jacuzzi Jet Lag

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

After a fun day of walking the strip, my muscles screamed for relief. It’d been a while since I visited Vegas, and I forgot how long the strip really is. My poor feet were so sore. The hotel’s jacuzzi seemed like a good way to melt away some of the tension, so after dropping off all my souvenirs in the room, I tied my little pink bikini and grabbed a towel. Then, I made my way to the indoor pool, where the jacuzzi was steaming and bubbly.

I was surprised to have the place all to myself, but I didn’t think much of it as I dipped my toes in to test the temperature and slide under the water’s surface. My body relaxed back against the edge of the tub, with the jets pulsing over my lower back. Then, I let my head rest against the cool tile and closed my eyes.

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