Category: brunette

Messy Nylon Boy

Posted 2 weeks ago by Rita

Messy Nylon Boy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Davey is terribly leaky. Who could blame him, though? Seeing my sexy legs encased in the silkiest nylon, so shiny and smooth, who wouldn’t start to feel a little drippy? Every time he sees me in nylons, his hands move to my thighs as if we are magnets. The sweet boy loses all control over himself.

Davey’s lips press to the fabric at the back of my thighs and his hands knead and rub up and down the length of my legs. Just because he gets so needy doesn’t always mean I have the time to indulge him. Sometimes, like if I’m on the phone, I have to keep up the conversation. Swaying and shifting my weight as he nuzzles into me. When I look down, I find my leaky boy has taken himself out of his pants to dribble all over my calves.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The roar of forty thousand fans reverberated through the metal bleachers. A deafening wall of sound that shielded us better than any curtain ever could. We were tucked into the upper deck, enveloped by the buzzing energy of the ninth inning. My entire universe had narrowed down to the heavy warmth of his leg pressed firmly against mine.

He kept his eyes fixed on the field, a cool picture of casual focus. But under the shield of his oversized team jacket spread across our laps, his hand was making a merciless descent.

When his fingertips brushed the inner curve of my thigh, a sharp gasp escaped my throat, instantly swallowed by the crowd’s collective groan at a missed pitch. His thumb stroked agonizingly slow circles through the thin fabric of my shorts, steadily working its way upward. The contrast was maddening, tens of thousands of oblivious eyes around us; and his hidden intent burning right beside me.

I gripped the edge of my seat, my knuckles turning white as his fingers slipped higher. Finally finding the sensitive apex where heat pooled. He didn’t rush. With a master’s patience, he applied a precise, rhythmic pressure through the cloth. Tracing tight, exquisite… Continue reading “His Masterful Fingers” →

Biker boy

Posted 2 weeks ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

I’ve always had a bit of a daddy kink. I’ve always gone for the older men who could literally be my father. Something about it just turned me on so much. I had just recently turned 18 and my uncles best friend would come over all the time to Smoke cigars, grill, and hang out by the pool. He really never paid much attention to me but I always kept my eye on him. I’m not sure what it was about him, but every time i caught a glimpse my panties would get soaked. He was the

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The rain hammers steadily against the steamed-up windows of the car, shutting out the rest of the world. Parked in the dark corner of the lot, the soft glow of the dashboard lights casts a cool tint over us.

I reach under my skirt and pull my sheer panties down. I linger for a second, holding them between my fingers before bringing them close to your face.

“Take a deep breath,” I whisper, my voice low in the quiet cabin. “Tell me what you smell.”

Your eyes darken as you lean in, inhaling deeply. The intimate, musky scent fills your senses, and a low groan catches in your throat. I hold the soft fabric pressed gently over your nose and mouth, feeling the hot exhale of your breath right against my palm.

“Good boy,” I murmur, reclining my seat just enough to give us room.

While you keep your face buried in the silky fabric, breathing me in, I reach down between your thighs. Wrapping my hand around you through your unzipped pants. My touch is slow and deliberate at first, matching the heavy, deliberate rhythm of your breathing. The scent is driving you wild. I can tell by the… Continue reading “Pleasuring Each Other” →

Truth or dare

Posted 3 weeks ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

The lake was perfectly still as the last streaks of sunset faded from the sky. Emma and I stood on the old wooden dock that we have stood on and laughed for many years but something about this summer was different. As we sat there Emma asked if we could play truth or dare. I without hesitation agreed and this is where it got interesting. Emma asked Continue reading “Truth or dare” →

A Tasty Treat

Posted 3 weeks ago by Valerie

A Tasty Treat

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

It was a slow day at the bakery, so I had time to test out a few new recipes. I slipped into the back, humming a little song as I laid out the flour and other delicious things I’d be playing with. When I pulled open the giant walk-in refrigerator doors, I saw my newest ingredient dangling from a hook.

Tricia was naked, her flesh chilled to the perfect temperature and puckered all over with goosebumps. Her arms were stretched above her head, and a tiny pink ribbon was tied tightly into a bow at the base of her cock. I smiled and reached out to pet the purple member. “It’s almost ready to fall off.” She whimpered and swayed her hips forward. “Let’s prepare my tasty treat, then, shall we?”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The tattoo studio smelled of antiseptic and the faint, sweet musk of high quality ink. When I walked in the front door, Aaron was sitting at the front desk but he didn’t look up from his sketchpad. “Amber,” he murmured, as if we had met before (but we hadn’t). “This nautical piece is going to be stunning. Like the crushing depths of the Atlantic itself!”

He flipped the sketchbook around to show me his vision. It was everything I wanted, but the price tag he’d quoted me in an email had been staggering. I really should have cancelled my consultation appointment, but I couldn’t imagine not having an “Aaron Black” tattoo. He was THE best tattoo artist in the country, after all!

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The drapes were drawn, shutting out the afternoon sun and leaving the bedroom wrapped in a twilight glow. I lounged against the headboard, propped up on pillows, watching him kneel at the foot of the bed. His chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths, his skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. With a grunt, he came into the dish I’d placed on the floor before him.

“Again,” I commanded softy, my voice barely above a whisper, yet holding absolute authority in the quiet room.

His eyes locked onto mine, dilated, and brimming with a mix of desperate pleading and total surrender. He didn’t hesitate. His hand moved back to his body, his fingers tightening as he resumed a steady, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.

There was a captivating power in holding his focus so completely. I gave him tailored instructions, keeping him hovering right on the exquisite precipice. Every time he teetered over the edge, his muscles tensing and his hips hitching forward, I’d murmur a sharp “Again.” Forcing him to reset, and start the slow climb all over again.

His breath hitched, a soft whimper rising from his chest as the relentless sensation began to overwhelm him. “Please,” he gasped… Continue reading “An Afternoon Of Forced Draining” →

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The heat of Hanoi at midnight was a living thing, thick with the scent of roasted coffee, exhaust, and blooming jasmine. I had returned to my boutique hotel room in the Old Quarter, eager to peel off my damp clothes and wash away the grime of the day.

I stripped down to a pair of black lacy underwear, tossing them onto the unmade bed, before slipping into the bathroom for a cold shower.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, towel wrapped tight around my chest, the air felt different. Thicker. Charged with a sudden, wild electricity.

Standing by the balcony doors, was my private guide from the afternoon. The polite, buttoned-up man who had navigated the bustling streets had vanished. He stood in the shadows, his shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing a broad, golden chest that gleamed in the ambient streetlights. Across his skin, faint, dark tiger stripes beneath the surface, pulsing with a life of their own.

But it was what he held in his hand that made my breath catch.

He was holding my discarded lacy underwear.

His eyes, now a brilliant, glowing amber with slit pupils, locked onto mine. He didn’t look ashamed; his gaze was fierce, predatory… Continue reading “Panty Sniffing Weretiger” →

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

He was so pathetic. Panting and whining, begging for my attention. The way he was right now, he’d do anything I told him. I wasn’t in the mood to indulge his pleading. I nodded to the chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” My voice practically whips him into obeying. He scrambled to sit in the chair, and looked at me with glistening eyes.

“Take off your pants and spread your legs.” My voice still held the commanding tone. He nodded and wriggled out of his clothing. He spread his legs, but hid himself with his hands. I made a loud click with my high heel on the wood floor. “Did I say you could hide? Move your hands and show me.”

His face bloomed crimson and his eyes dropped to the ground. Pulling his hands slowly back, he revealed his cock. Already standing at attention and begging for attention. Just like his mouth had been earlier. “Look at that little thing. You really expect me to like such a pathetic nub?” A strangled noise came from his throat as his little cock twitched.

“Touch yourself.” I said, moving to sit in the chair across from him. His hand… Continue reading “A Good Little Boy” →