Author: Writer

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’d been out dancing with my friends. Wearing a barely there skintight dress, I’d let the music take over and really put on a show out on the dance floor. I noticed a group of men ogling me from their table next to the dancefloor.

When I went to the bathroom, I was shocked to find the group of men waiting for me. Before I could react, they had me surrounded.

“Hey baby, you put on quite a show out there,” one of them leered, grabbing at my ass. “Why don’t you put that hot little body to good use?”

I tried to push past them. “Get your hands off me! I’m not interested!”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My femboi Paige and I found ourselves captured together.  We’d been tossed into the back of a van locked in separate crates.  I asked him if he knew what was going on.  But he informed me that he was as clueless as I was.  We felt the van drive for a while.  Then it stopped and the side doors were jerked open.  Our captors pulled us from the crates in which we’d been transported.  They secured our hands behind our backs and placed collars around our necks.  Then they showed us what the collars were for as they surged our bodies with electrical shocks when we didn’t obey immediately.  Then they inserted a dildo gag into Paige’s mouth and led us inside.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

“Well, you’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?”

 You looked up at me, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and excitement. “Yes, Mistress,”

I ran my fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly as I pull your head back, exposing your neck. “You know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?”

You nodded, breath hitching as you feel my hot breath against your skin. “They get punished, Mistress,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Are you ready for a naughty secret? There’s a little-known way to unlock your deepest, darkest fantasies and explore the depths of your sexual imagination. All you have to do is pick up the phone and give me a call.

I’m here to be your guide, your confidante, your partner in unleashing uninhibited pleasure. In the privacy of our one-on-one connection, you can whisper your most shameful desires and let them come alive. I’ll listen with rapt attention, stroking your ego as much as your…other body parts. My voice will caress you, tantalizing your senses and making you throb with need.

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The Car Wash

Posted 2 years ago by Writer

Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

It was so early in the morning, 2:00 am to be exact. I could not sleep, so I decided to go ahead and get up. I made a cup of coffee and sat in the breakfast nook to listen to the news. Oh, how the coffee tasted so good. What is it about coffee that just makes everything disappear?

I have so many things to get done today. Soon the sun will be up and I think I will start off by taking my car to the car wash. The weather will be nice today. As the sun began to rise I started getting ready to leave for the day. Hair up in a sexy bun, khaki capri pants, purple halter top, and white tennis shoes.

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Poker Night

Posted 2 years ago by Writer

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a Friday night and I was visiting my parent’s house back home. My dad was hosting his weekly poker  night with his buddies at their house.

I decided to give them a little show. My tight little crop top was struggling to contain my perky tits and my short denim shorts hugged my bubble butt perfectly. I bent over in front of the open doorway, pretending to get something off the floor. That’s when I first caught the eye of Tommy, one of my dad’s poker pals. Our eyes met and I gave him a little wink and pouty lip smile. He looked me up and down hungrily.

Tommy must have told the other guys, because soon I could hear the poker game being abandoned, nearly a dozen men crowding in the doorway. I stood up straight and gave them an innocent look, like who me? “Oops, I didn’t see you boys there! Sorry, I was just…cleaning up.” I could feel their eyes devouring my body. Knowing I had them all worked up, I decided to have a little fun.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I suppose there is a time and place for soft and gentle, but I prefer it rough. I want to feel it in my body days after we’ve fucked. Pound the fuck out of me. That’s how I want it.

When I’m on my hands and knees, doggy style, you can smack my ass as hard as you want. Leave handprints all over my perfect round peach.

Grip my hips and pull me roughly into your body. Use my pussy for your cock’s pleasure, hard and fast. Jackhammer my hole to make your prick feel good.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

We walk into the shop, and I’m immediately hit with the scent of leather and rubber. The walls are lined with shelves filled with dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys. In the center of the room, there’s a display of lingerie and costumes.

“Wow, this place is huge,” you say, your eyes widening as you take in the selection. “Where do we even start?” Continue reading “Shopping With My Sissy” →

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I plan to get my sweet boy addicted to Mommy’s feet.  A Mommy never wants her little one to leave, even a sweet young Mommy like me.  I fear my little boy growing up and leaving me. But I’ve come up with the best plan ever.  The best way to keep your son at home is to make him addicted to you.  My little boy just LOVES Mommy’s feet.  So, I’m going to masturbate my little boy every day with my pretty toes.  I know he will crave the feel of them more and more with each passing day.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

Y’all know there is a big difference between the South and the dirty South, right? Your kidding me you didn’t know there was a big diff? You’re missing out then; let me fill you in real quick. The South is just a place. Lots of places can be considered the south. Heck you even have the “south” of many states where you find most of your country boys and girls. This is your picture-perfect place you think about in your mind. Apple pies and Sadie Hawkins dances. Go a little deeper. The dirty south is hidden in plan site.

Down in the deep hollars and back roads of these Ann of Green Gables places are some of the dirtiest, downright filthy types of people you will ever find. And that is where you will find me. And right now with the leaves starting to change and the air getting colder, it’s bonfire weather and that’s when we naughty country teens come out to play. I’m getting ready for the first bonfire of the season. No this ain’t no smores and a few beers kind of thing.

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