Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna woke up to a house that was displeasing to her taste: It was dusty, there were dishes piling up in the sink, and she could see footprints on her hardwood floor which she absolutely despised. She summoned her Panty Slut, and he came running diligently. She ordered him to put on a pair of panties and get to work.
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Dr. Julie, I’m having intrusive thoughts. I just can’t control them. It happens everywhere I go. No matter what I do. I’m so embarrassed that I don’t even know if I can tell you what my thoughts are. I can’t even believe that I’m here right now. This is so difficult for me. But I didn’t know what else to do”, he shamefully whispered. I could tell this was not easy for him at all. He was trembling. So I grabbed his hand and told him that he could relax. I told him that he had no reason to be nervous. There is zero judgement here. Then I went to make him a cup of hot herbal tea to help him relax and ease his nerves. While he was drinking it, I proceeded to ask him some simple questions just to help him loosen up and open up. I wanted to help him feel comfortable. Finally I could tell that it was working. He was no longer trembling. And his voice was a bit more confident. It was time to ask him. “So tell me, what are the thoughts that I can help you with?” I gently persuaded.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
I was feeling so pent up after a long week at my college internship. All I could think about was my Daddy coming over later to take care of his needy little girl for a naughty night of fun!
As the doorbell rang, my heart raced with anticipation. I opened the door in nothing but a skimpy tank top and tiny cotton panties. “Daddy, you’re here!” I squealed with delight, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He scooped me up effortlessly, his strong hands groping my pert behind. “There’s my baby girl,” he growled, carrying me to the bed. He tossed me on the bed and I giggled as I bounced. Daddy liked me playful.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It’s a scorching summer day and I’m feeling so hot and bothered, I can hardly bear it. The temperature has been climbing all week, topping 90 degrees for days on end. There’s no relief from the oppressive heat. I’m sweating everywhere, my clothes clinging to my damp skin as I walk outside.
I long for a cool breeze to caress my flushed cheeks and quench my parched throat. But it’s just me against the thick, muggy air. I arrive home from my errands, wilted and weary. The moment I walk in, I strip off my sundress, eager to feel some relief.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today, I was going to get what I wanted—one way or the other.
I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Daddy was downstairs doing the laundry. He sighed when he got to the pile which was Anna’s. How on earth did she get away with this? He couldn’t remember if she talked him into doing her laundry, or it just sat there so long he decided to just do it since he was doing everything at once anyway. It was then he noticed that this was no ordinary pile.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“My wife has become such a bitter bitch Julie. I don’t know what happened. She used to be so sweet, kind, and caring. Now she has a rude comeback for everything I say. She criticizes everything I do. How did she become so cold? We used to talk for hours. She actually cared about what I had to say. Now she ignores me, rolls her eyes dismissively, or disagrees with every single thing I talk about. I have tried so hard. But nothing I do can satisfy her. And it’s the same thing in the bedroom. She used to enjoy sex. We would have so much fun. It’s so hard to believe that we had such wild, passionate sex. And now nothing. No matter how hard I try to reignite the spark, nothing works. I don’t even know how I can still love her. But I do. I would never want to hurt her. Or go outside our marriage. We’ve been together for so many years. But I’m not happy. I haven’t been for many years. I’ve suggested therapy, but she’s disinterested. I honestly feel like she doesn’t think our marriage is worth the effort” he finally acknowledged and admitted.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
Penthouse playdate wasn’t the term I expected to write in my journal the next morning—but when you get invited up by two of the most dangerously attractive people you’ve ever flirted with over champagne, you don’t ask questions… you take the elevator.
It had started as harmless banter at a charity gala—Liam leaning in close, whispering jokes that skimmed the edge of suggestive, and Aurora watching from across the room like she already knew what was about to unfold. The moment they asked if I wanted to join them for a “nightcap upstairs,” my body answered before my lips could.
Liam met me shirtless in jeans, toned and barefoot, confidence radiating off him in waves. Aurora wore a silk robe that slid off her shoulder like it had somewhere better to be. “We were hoping you’d come,” she purred—and I wasn’t sure if she meant come up… or come multiple times. They didn’t waste time. Fingers brushed skin, lips found lips, and suddenly I was wrapped in a heat I hadn’t felt in years. The city lights stretched out endlessly behind us as we melted into a slow, exploratory tangle of hands and mouths. Aurora kissed me while Liam pressed Continue reading “Penthouse Playdate: My First Threesome with a View”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Daniel wasn’t my usual type. I usually went for the brooding artist, all messy hair and existential angst. Daniel was corporate. Crisp suit, perfectly coiffed hair, the kind of guy who probably knew the exact Dow Jones closing number. But he’d been clear in his profile – and even clearer in our messages. He wanted to be pegged. And honestly? After a string of disastrous dates with said brooding artists, the clarity was refreshing.
“So,” I said, as I opened the door to my apartment. He stood on my welcome mat, looking slightly awkward, holding a bottle. “You brought drinks. How traditional.” He blushed, a surprisingly endearing look on his meticulously groomed face. “Is that okay? I wasn’t sure…” “Perfectly fine,” I reassured him, taking the bottle. “Come on in. Drinks first, or straight to business?” I winked, trying to gauge his reaction. His blush deepened. “Maybe drinks first? Ease into things?”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I’ve had my fair share of unusual requests, but none quite like Axel’s. He had a sweet tooth, a vivid imagination, and a love of ruin. Our conversations were never dull, but this one took an interesting turn. “Amber…Let’s put honey in the back of your pants and lay down,” he said, his voice low and sultry. I raised my eyebrows, surprised by his request. “And then what?” I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice.
“Then, I want you to grab some caramel sauce and drizzle it down the front of your pants,” he replied. I bit my lip, considering his words. I followed his instructions, giggling the entire time. The honey was sticky and sweet against my skin, and the caramel sauce was warm and inviting. I could feel my heart racing as I laid down on my bed, waiting for Axel’s next command. “Now, Amber, I want you to rub your clit for me,” he said, his voice husky. I did as he asked, letting out a moan that I hoped would satisfy him. I could hear the pleasure in his voice as he told me not to cum…Not yet, anyway.