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Fill my stockings Sugar Daddy – Since I am all about the money, with the right portfolio, you might just stand a chance. Even someone like you can have the elite girlfriend experience for once in your life. Just the thought of that has your little dick hard doesn’t it? Imagining me kissing you and pleasing you. I mean, even a loser can dream. I am all about the money and you are all about me. The one thing you need to know is that I am always more than worth it. Just think of all of the time, energy and money you’ve squandered in the past on average pussy. That is not a good return on your investment. Invest in the best.

Of course you want me but you also know that you can never have someone like me based on normal qualities. I am the best of the best. I am also the kind of girl who always gets what she wants.

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Filling out Christmas cards to my friends and family is a labor of love. Every year, I pick out beautiful cards covered in glitter with uplifting season’s greetings on them and dutifully write out personal well-wishes to whomever the card is for. The only downside to this is how long the process can be! Jason tends to get very impatient during this time because he always craves Mommy’s attention.

When I’m getting ready to prepare the cards, I spread them out on my bed with all of the matching envelopes and stamps. Then, with my favorite pen in hand, I get to work. It’s easy to lose track of time when I get into the zone. Almost every year, Jason stands by the bed as I’m writing them out, and the only way to keep both him entertained and get my work done is to give him an ignore handjob.

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Punishing The Boss

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Recently, I got moved into a new office working directly for Chad. Unfortunately, he has a reputation for being a pervert—the kind of Boss who preys on younger, naive women to get his jollies off. I’d been warned, but it seemed like everyone before me had just let Chad get away with this behavior. No one had told HR or punished him appropriately.

On my first day in the office, he made himself known. Every time I sat at my desk, he would come up behind me and press his cock into the back of my shoulder. The first few times he did it, I leaned away, thinking that would stop him, but he only became more persistent. So finally, it was time to teach Chad a lesson. When he pressed against me again, I smiled up at him and said, “You’re awful close, aren’t you? Why don’t you take a seat.”

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One of my horny, little sissy babies has a big ol’ crush on his sister-in-law. I guess he didn’t think I’d notice how quickly he came in his diaper the last time she accidentally showed up while I was dressing him. But, really, by now, he should know his Mommy Felicity better than not to expect what I would do with this knowledge. It isn’t a stretch to realize I would use her as an added tool to his ultimate humiliation.

I told his wife I needed to keep him for the afternoon, and she was more than happy to get him out of the house. Then I invited her sister over for tea time. I explained to her that since she saw how we care for and keep our sissy, she really should learn to be a good auntie, and through a mass of giggles, she agreed.

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Francie attends his holiday party

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When he invited me to his holiday party, I felt a spark of excitement. I assumed it was his office party. Assuming only makes an ass out of you and me, and I should have known better. Anyhow, I was glowing from the inside out, thinking he’d asked me over his wife.

He bought me a beautiful dress that I would wear to this party, and under it, he’d given me a barely there bra and a crotchless pair of panties to match. Very thin garters held up the thigh-high stocking. Then, of course, he inspected me as I dressed. My body shivered as he kissed my shoulders and brushed his fingers along my exposed skin. Liam would wear a tux to the party, and watching him knot the tie would have made my panties wet if they had a crotch. Instead, I could feel my dampness gathering between my lower lips. It felt deliciously naughty.

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WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230

Pay up to stay up, yes, you read that correctly. Since I am all about the money, with the right portfolio, you might just stand a chance. Even someone like you can have the elite girlfriend experience for once in your life. Just the thought of that has your little dick hard doesn’t it? Imagining me kissing you and pleasing you. I mean, even a loser can dream. I am all about the money and you are all about me. The one thing you need to know is that I am always more than worth it. Just think of all of the time, energy and money you’ve squandered in the past on average pussy. That is not a good return on your investment. Invest in the best.

Of course you want me but you also know that you can never have someone like me based on normal qualities. I am the best of the best. I am also the kind of girl who always gets what she wants.

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Let It Snow

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It was supposed to be just one episode of our reality trash tv show, and then Joel was going to go home. Only we couldn’t indulge in the drama of other people’s lives without a drink. So one glass turned to two, and two turned to three. The next thing I knew, Joel was in no condition to drive home when our show ended. “I’ll just call an uber.” He slurred at me, and I giggled as I shook my head.

“No way, Jose! It’s snowing so badly out there. You can’t ask anyone to drive in that. So stay here with me tonight and let it snow!”

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Naked Alexus stands under the Mistletoe

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Every year doorways are decorated with mistletoe, and people kiss as they pass under it. Some people even use this tradition as a way to break the ice and earn their very first kiss with a special someone, but why? Have you, like me, wondered why we kiss under some spring of leaves? It’s strange, to say the least. I had to look into it!

There are many fambles, as with all ancient traditions, that vary with each culture. The most beautiful one is that a Norse Goddess lost her son to an arrow made of mistletoe. After his passing, she vowed that mistletoe would kiss anyone who passed beneath it so long as it was never used to hurt anyone ever again.

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Cougar At Work

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Cougar at work is what my friends say when we go out partying.  There’s something about the age where now I feel so confident in going after what I want.  In my younger years, I tried to do all the things possible to attract boys and never understood I had everything they wanted.  It was in my Jr Varsity cheerleader uniform that I discovered it.  Wearing an extra firm sports bra didn’t help much either.  Without telling the coach; I altered the top so my tits would almost fly out when being tossed around in the cheers.  Watching the boys all get hard-ons really made my panties wet.  Don’t let the girls tell you they don’t know what they are doing because they do.  Soon I was having to make my mind up about which  I was going to be: a little angel or a tramp.   Continue reading “Cougar At Work”

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Now that Thanksgiving is over, I can comfortably begin decorating for Christmas. I really hate rushing the holidays since they are so special, but Christmas is really my favorite. This year, I hired a handyman to hang the lights along the eves. My vision would be better executed by a professional. Our neighborhood was having a decorating contest, and I wanted to win.

My friend Candy was over when the handyman showed up. We were pleased to see he was about our age and very good-looking. Not some potbellied older man who’d fall off the ladder halfway through tacking my display up.

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