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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The summer heat hung thick and heavy outside, but inside the kitchen, the air was crisp. The scent of crushed mint and the sharp, bright spray of citrus. The island felt cool beneath my palms as I leaned against it. On the counter lay a mound of frosty grapes, crisp cucumbers, and chilled watermelon. All waiting to be turned into something light and refreshing.

He was already at the far end of the counter, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, cracking a tray of ice into a crystal bowl. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet space, augmenting the cool breeze coming off the AC. When he looked up, his gaze caught mine. Lingering, before he picked up his glass of iced tea and walked slowly over to where I stood.

Instead of staying on his side of the island, he rounded the corner, stepping directly into my space. The heat radiating off his body was a startling, delicious contrast to the cool island at my back.

“You’re warm,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy.

“The kitchen’s supposed to be cool,” I whispered back, my breathing shallow as he set his glass down behind me, trapping me gently between… Continue reading “Ice Cubes In The Kitchen” →

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He was shifting on the examination table, trying to find comfort in a position that was designed to offer none. My latex dress caught the low light in the dungeon, so that each movement I made sent ripples across its shiny black surface. I loved how it felt. How it controlled me, as I prepared to control him.

The vibrating plug I’d locked inside his pussy sat silent for now, but I could see the tension in his thighs, as his hips kept trying to find friction that wasn’t there. He was already desperate and I hadn’t even touched him yet! “You’re wondering what I’m going to do,” I stated, like an observation. “You’re hoping I’ll let you cum. Aren’t you?”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Marc closed the heavy wooden door behind us. “Nervous?” he asked. His voice was calmer than usual. “A little,” I replied, twisting my fingers together. He reached out, took my hands, and held them. “That’s good, Amber,” he said. “It means you’re present…you’re aware.”

My attention snagged on the leather restraint system that was mounted to the ceiling beams. He’d described it. I’d also seen photos. But seeing it in person made my stomach drop in a way that was like a solid mix of fear and hunger. “We’ll start slow tonight,” he said, as his thumb traced circles on my palm. “I’ll bind you, first. The rest comes later…if you want it.” I nodded in agreement because, well, words felt too heavy.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

Who doesn’t love a nice, strong pair of hands? I can’t even count the number of guys I’ve been with that have finger fucked me over the years. The worst experience was with a guy who was a jack of all trades and constantly worked with his hands. He knew how to use his fingers, don’t get me wrong, but they were rough and callused, and that doesn’t feel great with the sensitive, smooth skin on my pussy.

Fast forward to my date from last night. It was a blind date that a friend set up, but I was feeling adventurous. After dinner, we took it back to my place and watched some movies on the couch, but it wasn’t the movies we were interested in. He told me he won best finger fuck and fastest cum back in high school, and I was excited to see if he was right.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who notices her son’s best friend. But there Cameron was, standing in my kitchen, after having rode his bike to my house in the rain. My son, Tyler, was away at college, so this was all a bit of a surprise. Cameron’s eyes were red from crying and he was soaked from head to toe. “Sorry, Mrs. Dae,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t know where else to go.” I should have called his parents, but I didn’t. Instead, I took matters into my own hands.

“Take off that wet shirt,” I commanded, gently. He looked at me…then he REALLY looked at me. I was wearing only a thin silk robe I’d thrown on when the doorbell rang. My hair was messy and I’d already removed my makeup for the evening. “Mrs. Dae…”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was a nice evening, and I’ve been busting my ass with work, so I thought I deserved a little TLC. The kinky singles massage club was calling my name. I was waiting in line to get in, and I saw the most gorgeous, sexy guy sporting a pink crop top.

I started talking to him and we both got in at the same time which meant we got our massages together. There were tables set up and massage oils laying around. I wanted some sensual lavender vanilla; it got me so horny and worked up.

Next, he picked out a coffee scent which opened up the pores, and it was such a manly scent. I couldn’t help myself. Walking closer to him, I ran my hands up and down his body. I said, “I love it when you wear crop tops, makes it so much easier to put my hands up your shirt.”

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Do you ever have those moments where you lose something you JUST had in your hand? If yes, then you've been the victim of a fairy game.

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The Fea live all around us but often go unnoticed. Do you ever have those moments where you lose something you JUST had in your hand? If yes, then you’ve been the victim of a fairy game. They are magical, powerful little beings that flit from place to place, often playing pranks or convincing humans to wander into unfortunate events.

Fairy Alexus was enjoying a flight in the woods on this particular day. She noticed a human male camping in the area alone and was curious about him. While staying out of sight, the winds picked up something fierce, blowing her from her perch in the trees. It was far too strong a gust for her to fly anywhere, and she ended up plastered to the fabric wall of his tent.

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Dinnertime

Posted 2 months ago by Writer

Cece 1 (844) 332-2639 ext 215

Sat across from Master at our little table tucked into the small restaurant, the dim lights flickering overhead. My short dress barely covered my thighs, and I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. When the waiter left, Master leaned in and told me to take off my panties right there. My hands shook as I slid them down my legs and handed them over.
He stood up and pulled me to the center of the room.
“On your knees, baby girl.” My heart pounded as I dropped down, the cold floor against my skin. Four men from the bar area moved closer, their cocks already out and hard. Master unzipped his pants and fed his thick cock into my mouth first.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

He caught my eye from across the room, and I winked at him and walked out the door, hoping he would follow me. I waited in the alley way and thirty seconds later he appeared around the corner. He pushed me against the wall and ran his hands through my hair as he made out with me. He started biting my earlobe and whispered in my ear, “get my fingers wet for me.”

I felt his hands slowly move down my body, groping and grabbing at my succulent tits, and working down further, up my short leather skirt. I was wearing a thong and fishnet stockings that were already feeling rather moist. He felt my slit through my panties, and he could feel me getting soaked. He pushed my thong aside with his fingers and easily slid two fingers inside. His fingers were deep in my pussy, all the way to his knuckles and my knees buckled.

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MLB BBC

Posted 2 months ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Leo and I had been married for five years, but the relentless travel, the late-night texts, and that agonizing paparazzi photograph of him kissing a blonde at an away game had been my breaking point. He moved out of our family home and bought a condo closer to the stadium where he played with his MLB team.

A few years later, when a hand-written invitation on embossed league stationery arrived via courier, my heart betrayed me. It was for the MLB All-Star Game. “I know where we stand,” Leo had written beneath the ticket confirmation. “But I also know this might be my last opportunity to receive this honor. I want you there, Amber. No pressure. Just…please come.”

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