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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

I think smiles are incredibly dangerous. Not the polite kind you give a stranger in passing. I’m talking about the kind that catches you completely off guard and leaves you thinking about it hours later.

There is something irresistible about a person who knows how to smile. A playful grin from across the room. A mischievous look that says they’re up to no good. That split second when their eyes light up and suddenly you find yourself smiling right back without even meaning to.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It started out like any other typical Temptation Tuesday. But then I suddenly remembered! I forgot to order a cake for my nephew’s celebration. He’s graduating from middle school. This is a very important milestone. I’m very proud of him. And I was not about to let him down. So as soon I got off work, I ran my little ass over to Costco as quickly as I could. I made my way over to the bakery and there was a line of people waiting. They were waiting to pick up the cakes they HAD remembered to order. I got in line to wait for my turn to ask if there was any way they could write on one of their premade cakes. As I approached the front of the line, my heart began to race. I was so nervous. They had to say yes. My nephew specifically requested a Costco cake. It’s his favorite.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was girl scout cookie season. And I was a very determined little girl scout. I was determined to sell the most cookies in my troop. So I put on my little girl scout uniform, hunter green cable knee socks, mary janes, and my lucky pink panties with little cookies on them. Then I packed my wagon full of cookies. And I was on my way. I went door to door all the way down my street. But I was approaching the end, and I still had a lot of cookies left. I was beginning to grow discouraged. I guess it showed on my face. Because the next gentleman that opened the door asked me why I looked so down. I wasn’t quite sure what to say. So I just went on with my little spiel. Afterwards he asked me if I wanted him to buy every last box. I couldn’t contain my excitement. My smile must have answered his question. He just chuckled and told me to come in so that we could take care of the details. I started taking all the boxes of cookies out of the wagon and putting them on the counter.

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Kara  1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Sometimes I find myself lying in bed thinking of the first time I had sex. It was not the typical story of an innocent boy and girl exploring. This was more of a scene from a hot, explicit movie. We were both attending the same school, and he was a few years older than I. I knew he had experience, and he was so hot I pretended I’d also done it before to seem more attractive. I’d played the scenes of raunchy movies over in my head to prepare as I lay in bed watching him undress. Even though it was a distant memory, I remember every hot and steamy detail down to the smell.

 

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Wedding Season

Posted 2 months ago by Roxy

Roxxxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Wedding season is upon us. So the bachelor parties have been picking up. So far, I’ve been hired to do a few over the next couple of months. Most of them hire two or three dancers. But last weekend I had a solo gig. It turned out to be the craziest bachelor party that I’ve ever done. And it made me wonder if I should ever do one alone again. When I arrived, the butler showed me to the elevator. He told me that the party awaits me in the basement. The elevator took me to the cold, dark underground floor. I stepped out into a dark hallway and heard a faint mumble. I followed the sound to a huge, heavy, wooden door at the end of the hall. When I pulled the door open, it was so loud inside. Music and belligerent men yelling and being rowdy pierced the air. I quickly realized that it was a sound proof basement. The guys were young, early twenties, pumped with adrenaline and testosterone. You know, spoiled rotten, entitled types. They’ve grown up with way too much money and think they can do whatever they want.

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Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

There’s something special about a connection that feels warm, personal, and just a little bit thrilling. I love those moments where conversation flows easily, where laughter and flirting blend together until it feels like we’ve known each other much longer than we actually have in reality.

I’ve always had a naturally affectionate side for people. I enjoy listening, teasing gently, and making someone feel comfortable enough to relax and be themselves around me. The girlfriend-style connection is my favorite kind of energy—soft conversation, playful smiles, and the feeling that we’re sharing a moment that belongs just to us. Continue reading “Sweet Control: When Care Meets Command” →

Mary the MILF Milker

Mary 1844-332-2639 ext 350 

 Volunteering at the library on campus has become my favorite obsession. Milking the fact that I had become all the student’s favorite volunteer. They loved having someone with experience available to them, ready and willing to teach them anything they needed to learn. I was even popular among the girls as well. In fact, I have 2 regulars that cum visit me frequently. They were a little curious about being lesbians because they came from such strict families and needed some private guidance on how to please one another. I booked a private study room on the 5th floor of the library tucked away in the corner. The fifth floor was rarely accessed by students, as it primarily consisted of older books and archived materials. We mostly used the fifth floor for storage as well. We walked in, and I locked the door. The lighting was already dim, so I told the girls to undress, and they obliged. I instructed them on how to touch one another, sensually, intimately. They had been practicing with me for weeks and wanted to show me what they had learned.

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sea men

Posted 4 months ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My obsession with sailors and “sea men” began, as all great historical follies do, with a documentary about the Age of Exploration. I found myself utterly mesmerized not by the intrepid captains or the promise of new worlds, but by the burly, salt-crusted men swabbing decks in the background.

There was something about the coiled energy in their forearms and the way their necks met the rough wool of their pea coats. As I’ve always believed, a man who can tie a bowline knot under pressure is a man who could, you know, do a lot of “other” things with equal, competent grace.

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fucking

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The boardroom smelled like espresso and tension. Ethan Carr, the man across the table from me, leaned back in his chair and smiled like he’d already won the merger we were arguing over. I had to remind myself he was the enemy. His company wanted to swallow mine whole. Yet every time he spoke, my pulse did a little somersault.

After hours of circling each other’s bottom lines, we called it a draw. He bought me a drink afterward. His hand brushed mine as he set the glass down. “You’re tougher than you look,” he said. “And you’re full of it,” I shot back, but my smile was weak. We ended up at my place. His laugh was a low rumble as he kissed me. I pulled him closer, as all thoughts of spreadsheets and stock options melted into thin air. He tasted like ambition and something darker…I couldn’t quite name it.

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Isabelle (1-844-33-CANDY) #464

The Mile High Club was something I’ve only read about since I’ve wanted to experience it. As the older man with silver temples guided me toward the cramped airplane lavatory, I knew this was happening. He’d been watching me since boarding. His gaze was bold and appreciative. When he’d passed my seat, he leaned down to whisper, ” Join me in five minutes if you’re adventurous”.

Now locked in the tiny space. His mouth was on my neck, smelled like whiskey and mint as his lips pressed against mine. I could feel his hard dick through his expensive trousers, thick and insistent against my belly. “I’ve wanted to bend you over since I saw you boarding”. He growled, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. I moaned as he put his hand over my mouth, as the other one was in my panties, his experienced fingers finding my clit immediately.”Turn around,” he commanded.”Hands on the sink”.

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