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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.

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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.

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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”

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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?”

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Sweet Tooth

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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.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

From day one, I could tell this summer internship was going to be a special experience. Not only was the work fascinating and challenging in all the right ways. I was given real responsibilities and was expected to contribute meaningfully to the team. But it was my boss, Mr. Jameson, who really made me feel at home from the start.

Mr. Jameson was a total silver fox with salt and pepper hair, a strong jaw, an authoritative air. But he had kind eyes that twinkled when he smiled. And man, did he ever smile at me, his gaze lingering just a bit too long to be strictly professional.

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Pegging Event

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was casually scrolling through Facebook when I did a total doubletake. “Pegging Event!” No way, I said to myself. There’s no way this could be about one of my favorite activities, pegging!

To me, there’s something so primal and erotic about taking control, flipping the script, and making a man surrender to pleasure in this way. I get to be the top, the one in charge, while he gets to be vulnerable and open, taking my dick up his ass. It’s always an incredible rush.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Recently, Amber and I discussed how our FYP pages on TikTok seemed filled with hot women like us eating different foods noisily and sexily. So, I suggested we give it a try and turn it into edging guys with our mouths but not in the usual way.  Intrigued, Amber enthusiastically joined me in trying some food ASMR edging.

First, we found a willing victim who craved to hear us smack our lips and chew and slurp and suck different foods as we edged him to food eating sounds.  He even let us watch him stroke and edge for us while we drove him insane with the need to cum as we enjoyed taking turns feeding enough delicious treats.  Together we’d come up with a pile of tasty treats that we’d both enjoy eating and feeding to one another as we drove our client crazy as a united team.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Okay, Zoey, are you sure about this?” I asked, fiddling with my headset. Zoey, perched on the edge of my desk amidst a chaotic pile of chips bags and candy wrappers, grinned. “Absolutely, Amber,” she winked. You see, we’d recently stumbled upon the ASMR fetish community somewhat accidentally, after both of our TikTok FYP’s were filled with videos of whispering voices and the strangely compelling sounds of people eating. Zoey, ever the entrepreneur, had the brilliant idea that we should use this to our advantage – you know, being PSO’s and all. “Food-focused ASMR calls,” she’d declared, eyes gleaming. “We’ll be the queens of the crunch!”

And so, here we were. The first video call came through Teams, after a quick DM with “CrunchKing69.” “Hello?” I said, my voice a little too excited. Zoey was already unwrapping a bag of spicy ramen noodles. “H-hello,” a nervous voice replied. “Is…is this the, uh, ASMR call?” “Youuuuu betcha,” Zoey purred, before chomping hard on the crunchy noods. The sound filled the room, and we could see CrunchKing69 drooling on the other end while stroking his dick. Next, it was my turn. I grabbed a

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

It was supposed to be a routine trip home during my summer internship. A quick visit with the family, some home-cooked meals, and then back to campus. But I had an ulterior motive – seeing Nate, my high school boyfriend. We’d kept in touch over the years and he knew I’d be in town.

When I pulled up in his driveway, my heart raced. He came out and greeted me with a passionate kiss. “I missed you so much,” he murmured into my hair. I smiled, knowing we’d pick up right where we left off.

“Let’s go to the movies,” he suggested. But as we sat in his car, a different idea took hold. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies as we kissed. I straddled him in the driver’s seat, grinding on his growing erection. He reached up my skirt, fingers gliding through my slick folds.

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