Category: erotic phonesex

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was invited to a bohemian style wedding. And I knew just the place to find the perfect dress. Gypsy’s Vintage Boutique. It was perfect timing because Gypsy has been asking me to come back to play with her and her husband Nomad. If I can get a free dress, even better. After all, when I met them during the spring hailstorm, she promised. She told me that I could have a free vintage wardrobe if I keep getting Nomad’s dick hard. It was the first time he had gotten hard in years. Gypsy had tried everything. (I included the links to the spring hailstorm at the bottom of this blog).
She told me to be there after they closed so we could have the store to ourselves. When I got there, once again, the mood was set with burning incense, herbal tea, and funky instrumental music playing in the background. But this time she had curated a whole rack of dresses for me to try on. She had everything set up right there, not in a dressing room. They were going to be my audience. That was obviously planned on purpose to get Nomad aroused. But……

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I recently met a guy named Mark at the local amusement park. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and entirely too tense. He was trying his best to chat me up in line, but as soon as we were suspended at the top of the roller coaster, he became strangely quiet. “You’re trembling, Mark,” I murmured, slightly amused by how timid he suddenly appeared. He swallowed hard. “It’s just…it’s a long drop, Amber.”

“Is it?” I turned my head slowly, looking him in the eye entirely unbothered. “Look at me.” He hesitated, then slowly turned his head. His eyes were wide and darting from side to side, probably looking for the type of reassurance that I wasn’t going to provide. My fingers traced the line of his jaw before settling firmly on his chin. I didn’t pull him close, I just held his head in place, forcing him to keep his gaze locked with mine.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

My nephew was staying the weekend to help me with some much needed manual labor. The favor I asked of him was supposed to be easy. I had requested for him to grab my favorite sunhat before we started working in the back yard, but the house was quiet. The kind of quiet that signals someone is doing something they shouldn’t be. I found him crouched in front of my dirty clothes hamper.

He had pulled out a pair of sheer, midnight-blue lace panties. Eyes closed tightly as he inhaled deeply, losing himself in my scent. My nephew, so consumed by the act that he didn’t hear me lean against the doorframe.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him jump and red creep up his cheeks. My panties were still fisted in his hand. I didn’t say anything, wondering what he might try to do next. He braced himself for anger, or disgust. I didn’t yell, I just stood leaning against the doorframe, watching him watch me. Tension filled the space between us, and I moved to step forward. A slow smile tugged at my lips. I took a step into my room; kicking the door shut behind me with a soft…

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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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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I never expected to be attracted to my stepson, but I suppose stranger things have happened. It all started one evening when it was just the two of us at home. I decided to open a bottle of red and gave him a few sips as a treat, while we sat on the patio in our yard. Every time he leaned in to say something to me, his cologne made my pulse jump in a way that felt entirely forbidden and wildly addictive. Thankfully, my husband had no idea I was lusting after his son.

There was a thrill in the air that made my skin prickle with anticipation, as if I were a character in a movie who had finally decided to ignore the script and improvise the most scandalous scene in the entire film. He seemed to get the hint and flirted with me a little, which only made things feel more intense. He looked at me with a mixture of raw curiosity and unabashed admiration, and for a fleeting moment, I forgot about things like mortgages, career stress, and the boring weight of parental responsibility.

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Did You Want To Fill My Ass?

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Sometimes, a girl wants to have her ass filled. I realize it wasn’t the best place to get what I needed, but have you ever been so horny that you can’t think? I was at my apartment complex’s private pool. It was the middle of the day, and I hadn’t seen another person for hours. Assuming everyone was hard at work while I was soaking up the sun’s rays, I thought it would be safe to indulge.

I tuned on my side on the cushy lounger and bent one knee as my hand rubbed my fat ass. I loved how it felt to squeeze and knead my juicy rear end. My fingers dug deeper into my crack. Pulling my cheeks open and jiggling them about. It felt naughty and so hot. I slipped my fingers under my bikini bottom and traced my asshole. Thinking I was alone, I let my finger sink in.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

# The Art of Teasing

I think teasing is one of the sexiest parts of attraction. It is not about rushing things. It is about building tension slowly and knowing exactly how to keep someone wanting more. To keep them interested in going further. This is where you lure him in and take a bite!

For me, it starts with touch. Running my hands slowly across someone’s back while they melt into me. Gently massaging tired feet after a long day while we flirt and laugh together. I love those moments where the energy starts soft and playful but slowly becomes impossible to ignore.

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Pathetic Puppet

Posted 2 weeks ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Puppet is here, just as he always is. He is kneeling on the bare hardwood with his spine straight and his hands tucked neatly behind his back. He doesn’t speak unless I grant him permission and he doesn’t move unless I tell him to. His name really does suit him.

“Look up,” I say, quietly. My voice barely rises above the hum of the air conditioner. Instantly, his head tilts back. His eyes are wide and glassy with a desperate, frantic devotion that borders on worship. He is a masterpiece of my own making, stripped of his autonomy until he is nothing more than a vessel for my whims.

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Massage Bliss

Posted 2 weeks ago by Molly

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

I’d been very stressed recently and had decided to treat myself. I decided to book an appointment with a masseuse. When I made it to the massage parlor. I was greeted by the smell of cedar and eucalyptus, and I felt myself start to relax a little. Laying face down on the heated table, the crisp linen draped loosely over my back, I waited. My mind was still racing with the chaotic noise of the day, but the ambient drone of a singing bowl in the background was already calming the jumbled mess in my head.

Then, the air shifted. I heard the faint, metallic click of a bottle, followed by the soft, friction-warmed sound of palms rubbing together.

The first touch was wonderful. Two broad, oil-slicked hands descended onto my bare shoulders. They weren’t timid; the pressure was firm, heavy, and amazingly warm. A sigh escaped my lips before I could stop it, the sound swallowed by the padded headrest. The hands moved in slow, deliberate movement, gliding down the long muscles of my spine, dragging a trail of liquid heat in their wake.

Every stroke was focused, as if the masseuse could read the map of my…

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Fall For Francie xXx 844-332-2639 xXx 208

Honestly, it’s fucking pathetic. You motion for me to sit on your lap and whisper foul things in your ear. With every degrading, humiliating word that spills from my pretty pouted lips, your dumb dick gets harder and harder. Oh, does the addicted loser wanna touch it? Rub it? It isn’t like it’s big enough for you to actually stroke it.

Handsex is the only kind of sex you’ll ever get, so I hope you’re good and used to it. It’s drizzle some lube over your pencil-thin nub and get to work. The longer you edge, the more money I make.

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