Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna took a job as a stewardess. She figured she could make some extra money and travel for free. She would flirt with any hot passenger she could find, until one day she was paired up with a really hot pilot. He was young, handsome, and new at his job. She made sure to wink at him and brush up against him any chance she got.
Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
I have a delightful fantasy that’s been on my mind for days that I would like your help with. Hopefully you are up for the task. I’ve heard you follow directions well, so I think you might be the perfect fit. Only time will tell. To start, I want you to meet me on the rooftop of where I live. There will be a nice setup waiting for us. Think blankets and pillows laid out, snacks and drinks at fingertips reach. You will be wearing a suit, and I will be wearing the cutest little skirt and top.
Now let me tell you a little bit about what it is I want from you…
Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
There is something inherently sexy about spring. The sun revives us, the earth itself working to become fertile; plants and birds alike come to life. There are numerous texts throughout history that speak of fertility rituals across every culture. I would like to focus on a particular work that is fueling my current fantasies. The Histories by Herodotus speaks of Sacred Sex Temples in Mesopotamia. At the start of spring, it is said that women would go to these sacred temples and wait until a man offered her money in exchange for access to her body. He would then fuck her in the sacred temples as an offering to the goddess Inanna.
I can’t even begin to tell you how wet it makes my panties, how much I want to touch myself at the thought of offering myself to a stranger in a Sacred Sex Temple.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
“Please!” I wailed. My sweaty forehead dropped against my stretched-out bicep. A quick glance up proved the handcuffs looped around the grab handle of his F-350 weren’t coming undone any time soon. “Please, let me suck your cock!” I begged again as I tugged against the metal, hugging my wrists. I’d been pulling against them so much that red lines were appearing where the cuffs rubbed against my delicate wrist bones.
“No.” His voice was cool, calm, and collected when it washed over my exposed throat. He nibbled my overheated skin slowly as if he had all the time in the world to explore my body with his fingers and mouth. The toes of my sneakers barely scratched the surface of the dirt road he’d stopped in the middle of. Someone could drive by at any minute while he had me half naked, and handcuffed, dangling and on display from the passenger side grab handle.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Let’s go to the rodeo, Julie!” A friend was visiting from out of state and had always wanted to go to the rodeo. She couldn’t believe that I had never been. It just wasn’t my thing. I didn’t even own a real pair of cowboy boots. But she wasn’t having it. She took me to a cowboy boot store that was a giant warehouse. There were rows and rows of cowboy boots as far as my eyes could see. It was so overwhelming. But before I knew it, I was high on the leather perfumed air. And all of the different styles, colors, and patterns were getting me so excited. But then I saw the ones. I knew the moment I laid eyes on them that I had to have them. And I got so turned on when I put them on. All of a sudden, the thought of going to the rodeo was quite arousing.
Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
My mother recently got married to a very handsome, very wealthy man. Ever since he joined our house, I have taken pride in being The Good Stepdaughter. Every chance I can get to be closer to him, and learn more about him, I jump on. Hopefully all of these steps I am taking will make it so I can jump on him. I’ve even started taking on chores I normally wouldn’t, all so I can get a chance to catch him in a private moment.
This wish was granted to me just this morning, dear diary, and it happened just being The Good Stepdaughter I am. I heard my new daddy start the shower, and I knew no one else was home, so I ran to my bedroom to put on a tight shirt and short-shorts, perfect for cleaning bathrooms without looking terribly suspicious. Quickly gathering the cleaning supplies I needed, I went to the bathroom located in the master bedroom. My heart was pounding in my chest as I got closer. I couldn’t believe I was about to go through with this.
Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The night I first saw my new little sissy girl, Chrissy, she was perched on a cracked stool with her legs crossed so tightly that she seemed to be holding herself together with nothing but sheer will. Her hair was a clumsy knot of pink and violet extensions and her makeup was more of an attempt than it was a success. She had thick eyeliner that drooped, lipstick that was smeared, and her blush was in all of the wrong places. Her too‑small dress clung to her body like a second skin. She was, indeed, a bit of a hot mess.
We got to talking and she nervously asked me the magic question that all of my sissy girls eventually ask. “Do you think you could help me become beautiful?” There was something raw in the way she asked, though. She was very clearly yearning to be seen by a different kind of audience. She wanted not just beauty, but the kind of beauty that opened doors. The kind that turned the heads of men whose pockets were fatter than their morals.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I was walking home from the downtown farmer’s market, when the first drops of spring rain began to tap rhythmically on the cobblestones. I could feel the coolness seep into my shoes, making each step feel a little more risky in my high heels. As I pulled my oversized cardigan tighter, I caught a glimpse of someone else hurrying to seek shelter under the busted awning of a little café. His grin was half‑hidden by the brim of a drenched baseball cap. As I approached to take shelter myself, I thought, “Well, this could get interesting.”
He was taller than I expected, with a mop of dark curls that stuck to his forehead and mischievous eyes that seemed to laugh even before he said a word. I followed him inside and our shoulders brushed as we squeezed through the doorway. We ordered two steaming mugs of chai. “You know,” he murmured, “rain has a way of making people do reckless things.” I chuckled and replied, “Then let’s be reckless together.”
Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
Welcome back to another moment in time, where I walk you down a delicious historical path. Today I stepped out onto my balcony that faces a beautiful forest. The trees are starting to liven up; the Bluebells are sprouting in the field. The fragrance in the air and the warmth on my skin took me to a more…seductive place. Goosebumps covered my skin, and my nipples became hard. Beginning in the 1800’s they called it Spring Fever, a euphemism for getting turned on once the sun came out.
This was a time when everything became fertile. When the world warms up, people begin to look at each other differently. Less clothing also means our eyes get to wander and take in the exposed flesh before us. Which is something I particularly enjoy. I have to admit, I am a sucker for nice legs, toned backs, and hard dicks. Winter was especially brutal this year and I have a bad case of Spring Fever.