Kayla Cumsalot
On my couch, he sat beside me. His lips traced up and down my neck as his fingers found their way into my panties. I spread my thighs wider to grant him access and closed my eyes. Being fingered is one of my favorite sexual activities, and he knew it. “No one’s ever made me squirt,” I confessed in a breathy whisper. I felt his chuckle against my skin before he whispered back.
“Princess, I have magic fingers.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Yes, little dicked losers are abundant, but what about those perfect men who just happen to be less endowed. I’m sure all of you just assume I’m a size queen because my appetite for sex is extraordinary, but that simply isn’t true. I find the value of a man rests inside his chest, not his pants.
That’s why recently, I’ve been spooning with the most delicious man. I suppose some could say that a smaller-sized penis is useless, but the fact of the matter is a smaller man is simply more creative when it comes to pleasing his woman. Take my recent lover, for example. This morning I laid in bed waiting for him to get off the night shift. I wasn’t expecting much action after his twelve-hour shift because I knew he’d be exhausted when he joined me between the sheets. However, he’s selfless, and when he spooned up behind me, his hands knew exactly what my body craved.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It’s in one’s best interest to avoid pain. In fact, it’s our most basic instinct to protect our bodies. Self-preservation and all that. However, it seems Sweet lovin’ Kayla lacks that very key component. As most Sadists do, he made himself known quickly. Lucas was frustrated, and he wanted to hurt something, better yet, someone. He’s a sadist, not a monster; he did warn Kayla before allowing her to submit to him.
He told the stupid girl he was in a foul mood. A mood meant to inflict so much pain that the cops would be called if anyone were to hear the wails from her pretty lips. This should have made her run or at least think twice, but not Kayla. Her pussy pulsed at the idea of hurting for him. She didn’t even ask for a safe word when she submitted to the sadist.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Fuck! The things you do for me are fucking incredible. Under normal circumstances, you would be too embarrassed to be caught wearing fishnet thigh highs. You wouldn’t let anyone else paint your nails and toes in bubblegum pink polish. However, you can’t say no to me. If anyone else asked to tie you up, you’d say, “Hell no!” But you’d do anything for me.
I wasn’t surprised when you let me do your nails or when you allowed me to roll up the thigh highs. Nor was I shocked when I asked you to let me lock your cock up in a chastity cage, and you let me. The pink cage compliments your cute toes! This should be humiliating, but because I’m the one making you do it, it has you leaking precum from that little cage and non-stop dripping, even!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Oh, you silly, silly thing. You thought you could keep him all to yourself. I only wanted to say thank you after our introduction, but you said you’d “handle it.” Did you think keeping him at arm’s length was going to work? You were selfish with a remarkable man, selfish in more ways than I can count. Only being selfish never pays off like you think it will. You ran off the best man, probably the only one who truly understood your black heart. Your arrogant self made many mistakes, but the ultimate misstep was telling him, “Kayla will take care of you.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
The newspaper had announced the latest lottery winner, and he lived right here in town! So I waited until it was dark and stormy, and I dressed in my slinkiest white party dress with not a stitch of clothing underneath. Then, I drove out towards his big house and parked a ways down the road. Walking slowly to ensure my dress was soaked through by the time I knocked on his door. My stiff nipples felt like pinpoints about to rip open my dress and my whole body shivered.
Steve opened the door, and concern and confusion pinched his features. “I’m so sorry to bother you so late.” I pouted up at him from under the glow of his porch light. “It’s just my car broke down a bit down the road, and my cell has no service. I was kind of wondering if you wouldn’t mind letting me use your phone to call for help and possibly a towel or two to dry off?” The sweet, rich man ushered me in and showed me right to the bathroom.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Days turn to weeks, and weeks blur into months, and we get caught up in a routine. Wake up, go to work, come home. Force ourselves to work out, have dinner, then pour ourselves into bed. Rinse and repeat. But when I’m with him, time stands still. It waits for us. As if nothing could be more important than the space we share. It’s like we could fall back through time.
I walk into his bedroom to find him already in bed. His body is beautifully sculpted but tense. The monotonous routine has taken its toll, and he’s in need of release. The soft cotton night dress I’m wearing brushes against the tops of my knees as I near the side of his bed. His gaze has tracked me since I entered, but he hasn’t moved. Always so patient. He savors the details. My hands rest over his pecs as my left leg swoops over his hips in slow motion to straddle him.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I’m a curious girl, and I’d heard about this new glory hole not too far from my house. So many of my clients go to them that I wanted to see what it was like to fuck a stranger for myself. I wore baggy sweats and a hoodie there, paid to get in, and slipped right into a booth to wait. Would I get a big, thick cock or something small and pathetic? I didn’t really care; I was just excited to make someone cum. I got naked while waiting, and then it happened.
I heard someone enter the other side of the booth, and I stuck my hand through the hole so they could see I was a female. My palm was up, long, acrylic nails beckoning the stranger’s cock into my hand. He didn’t disappoint. He laid a beautiful cock in my hand, and I pulled it through the hole. My lips kissed the tip before parting to suck him in deep. He was girthy and felt heavy on my tongue. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” His voice made me tingle, and the praise made me suck harder.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Little brothers can be such an asspain. They show up when you’re the center of everyone’s world and just steal your spotlight. Really fucking annoying, you know? But they end up growing on you. The way they look up at you adoringly and make you the center of their world is charming. As the big sister, you can’t stop yourself from wanting to protect them, and that means you keep a dutiful eye on them. It allows you to know things about them that they don’t or won’t tell anyone.
Just like how I knew my little brother was gay the moment we walked into the awakening aisle. Even if maybe he hadn’t really understood it himself.