Author: Writer

Melanie 1-844-332-2639 x463

The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark outside. I went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate and took it upstairs to my room so I could cuddle and watch TV before bed.

I must have fallen asleep because a few hours later I heard my bedroom door creak open. When I opened my eyes, I saw daddy climb in bed with me. It wasn’t the first time, but it was his first teaching moment.

I was wearing a purple silky nighty and daddy started lifting it up from the bottom, exposing my lace floral panties. He put two fingers on the outside of my panties and slowly started rubbing until he made a nice little wet spot.

That’s when daddy moved the panties to the side and started rubbing my clit and slit. He wanted to feel my wet pussy juices for himself. The more he rubbed my clit, the wetter I was getting. I couldn’t stop from letting the moans slip out. He put a hand over my mouth; we didn’t want to wake up mommy.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was lying on an examination table in the middle of an extraterrestrial saucer. A gaggle of gorgeous, fully-nude aliens surrounded me, both male and female, each more stunning than the last. Sparkling antennae twitched, iridescent skin shimmered.

Before I could even utter a bewildered squeak, I felt a probe sliding into my mouth. It gently manipulating my tongue and lips. My body responded instinctively, parting its pearly gates to accept the proffered pleasure. As my slick folds yielded to the alien’s touch, I realized each probe corresponded to a throbbing cock, expertly coaxed to readiness.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Amber, Kayla and I talked one day about what sort of cryptids and other creatures might be hidden at Area 51.  Kayla said she was sure there were skinwalkers there.  I shuddered at the thought.  If there’s one cryptid I never want to run into, it’s skinwalkers.  Amber piped up that she’d heard there were mermaids tucked away somewhere in the compound.  I know there are real aliens hidden away in there, hopefully some with tentacles.  Suddenly, I jumped up and exclaimed that the three of us needed to devise a plan and strom Area 51 together!  We could probably sneak right in and search the compound and find out all they’re hiding in there.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The casino is all glitter and noise on the surface–flashing lights, endless laughter, the clink of glasses and chips. But tonight, I wasn’t interested in the surface. I wanted what waits in the shadows. I wanted to see what was behind the casino walls.

There’s a door most people never notice, tucked into a corner where the music softens. I slipped through it, heart racing, heals clicking softly against the marble floor. The door was so tight, my dress caught on the plaster wall and tore. I ripped at it and small hole formed. I rubbed at the fabric between my fingers to see if it would continue to tear as the night went on. A little piece of thread floated out of the hole, so I tore at that but it made the tear larger. I hurried down the corridor to the last door and pushed my way through. Continue reading “Behind the Casino Walls” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Holy fuck, the way you moan into the phone when I talk dirty just makes me wanna cum so hard. I’m 20, a junior at some fancy middle upper class college, and I’m basically a slut for any cock that pleases me. But when it’s you, texting filthy messages and gooning harder than anyone else, I’m putty in your hands.

We’re in the middle of a bangin’ phone sex session, our voices husky with desire as we describe every filthy detail. You’re getting me so wet, I can barely type back fast enough. My panties are drenched, and I’m such a needy little thing, craving your touches.

“You love when I tell you how I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, lil’ slut? Coz I know you’re fingering yourself right now like a good girl,” you write, making me squeal with pleasure. Oh hell yeah, I am! Two fingers buried deep, making circles around that sensitive clit.

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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Hey there faggot, I know what you’re craving.  You’re craving some of that chocolate dick, aren’t you?  It’s the contrast of your pale skin against his dark.  The thought of seeing that makes your little sissy button twitch.  There’s also something about the size difference between you and a big black stud.  Because not only is he much taller than you, but his dick puts that sissy button to complete shame.  But that’s why you’re here isn’t it?  You know his dick is far superior to yours.  So, you need to feel it sliding down your throat as you suck it the way it deserves.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The waitress was cute so you gave her a hefty tip. There’s a moment when the air shifts—when the waitress bends just a little too close, when her hand brushes yours on the table, when her smile looks more like a dare than politeness. When she clearly wants more!

That’s when you know this isn’t just dinner.

She’s serving you drinks, yes, but she’s also serving you possibilities. She sees the way you watch her. She notices how your eyes follow her hips when she walks away. And she likes it. She wants you to know that dessert isn’t on the menu—but she’s more than willing to offer it anyway.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stretch out on the wet grass, my skirt hiked up around my hips. The scent of my moistened panties wafts up, a heady aroma that excites me. I toss my head back, relishing the cool air against my heated skin as I part my thighs.

These are my favorite moments, when I’m alone and can indulge in my secret desires. I’m not ashamed of the perverse cravings that drive me, the urge to expose my most intimate secrets to those who crave them as much as I do.

My fingers dance along the elastic waistband, slipping beneath to tease the damp fabric. I breathe in deeply, the musky scent of my arousal mingling with the earthy tang of the grass.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

“Mommy Anna!  Mommy Anna!” I cried running into her bedroom.  “Big brother took my birthday money and he won’t give it back!” I sobbed frantically.  Mommy picked me up and put me on her knee hugging me and patting my back soothingly.  When I calmed down, she told me to tell her exactly what happened.  I told her that I’d been counting my birthday money when my big brother came into my room.  He took my money right from my hand and told me he was claiming his big brother tax.  I told him there was no such thing.  But he told me to shut up and he deserved my money for having to put up with such a bratty little sister.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Holy fuck I missed this job. Being a phone sex operator is no joke, and it takes skill, seduction, and a whole lot of dirty talk. But hey, that’s exactly why I’m here, isn’t it? Aren’t you glad I’m back?

After a couple of months abroad, I’m back and raring to go, ready to unleash my inner seductress once more. As I slip into my comfiest, most provocative loungewear, I can already feel the familiar heat of anticipation building within me. It’s like my body is saying, “Alright, Aynsley, let’s get this sexy party started!”

I settle into my cozy little lair, the one adorned with plush throw pillows, soft candlelight, and the faint scent of lavender, all designed to set the mood for the torrid tales I’m about to weave. I fire up the old reliable headset and let my fingers dance across the keyboard, typing out greetings and teasing opening lines for the eager clients who’ll soon be on the other end.

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