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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

My sister is getting married this year, and I get to be her maid of honor! With us being in different states, it’s been hard for me to decide on a dress that will match her other bridesmaids’ gowns. She asked me to go to a bridal shop here in Vegas and send her some pictures of the dresses I tried on.

Off I went to this fancy smancy bridal shop downtown with my friend Terri in tow. Terri is five feet nine inches tall, TRANSGENDER female with a cock that most men would envy. She’s very masculine in appearance but identifies and dresses as female.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I had just woken up beside my sweet ABDL Valentine, David. He was already awake. “Mama, Mama, I had a dream!” David exclaimed, as his eyes sparkled with excitement. He was wearing his favorite blue onesie and a snug pampers.

“What was your dream about, baby?” I asked, pulling him closer for a cuddle. “I dreamed that you played with me and made me make cummies in my diaper!” he said. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment almost as soon as he said the words out loud. Still, I could see a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My obsession with sailors and “sea men” began, as all great historical follies do, with a documentary about the Age of Exploration. I found myself utterly mesmerized not by the intrepid captains or the promise of new worlds, but by the burly, salt-crusted men swabbing decks in the background.

There was something about the coiled energy in their forearms and the way their necks met the rough wool of their pea coats. As I’ve always believed, a man who can tie a bowline knot under pressure is a man who could, you know, do a lot of “other” things with equal, competent grace.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, tell me about your day.” Is what I hear every evening as he hands me a drink. He grazes my cheek with his hand and leans in for a kiss as it rests under my chin. I begin to tell him as his hand finds it’s way to my shoulder. He hooks a finger in my spaghetti strap and pulls it down, releasing my tit. Leaning down to tease my nipple with his tongue as he slides a hand up my inner thigh to find my wet and waiting pussy. Mmmmm… I moan as I tell him about watching a huge cock cum for me on cam. I tell him how much it turned me on to watch him fuck himself with his finger and squirt so hard, so much. Then I tell him how he licked it all up for me. By this time he’s sucking on my clit and can’t get his tongue in my pussy or ass far enough. His cock is rock hard as he listens to how I got other men off all day.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

It’s time, darling.  You’ve worked hard up to this moment.  Now it’s time to put all that hard work to good use.  You’ve earned yourself a trip to the local glory hole.  I know you’ve been anticipating this moment for weeks now.  You put in a lot of hard work and effort to improve your dick sucking skills with my strapon and toys.  However, you have finally graduated from toy dick to a real one.  So, let’s get you all dolled up for a night out on your knees.  I’ll dress you like whore you’ve imagined yourself becoming.  Dress, panties, stocking, and heels so you feel as slutty as you’re about to become.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Recently, I was visiting friends in Philadelphia.  I love to visit the big cities for a short time.  There are so many fun things to do and so much different culture to experience.  My friend had gotten us tickets to see a Kabuki show and I was so excited to go.  We arrived to the theater and an usher showed us to our seats.  A few minutes later this very tall, very sexy older gentleman in a pinstripe suit was shown to the seat next to mine.  I appreciate tall.  Also, I appreciate older.  I more than appreciate a pinstripe suit.

I waited for an equally gorgeous woman to join him but a couple was seated next to him filling in the rest of the row.  He was alone!  I surreptitiously looked at his left hand resting on the arm rest next to me and didn’t see a wedding ring or any signs that he wore one.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404  ☏☏☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna and Sexy little Sister Amber were downstairs talking in the kitchen. Amber went upstairs to grab her new lingerie set and show Mommy Anna, but when she entered her room she gasped: There she found their bad little frilly socks boy! He stole Amber’s pantyhose and her frilly socks and was trying them on in front of the mirror.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The boardroom smelled like espresso and tension. Ethan Carr, the man across the table from me, leaned back in his chair and smiled like he’d already won the merger we were arguing over. I had to remind myself he was the enemy. His company wanted to swallow mine whole. Yet every time he spoke, my pulse did a little somersault.

After hours of circling each other’s bottom lines, we called it a draw. He bought me a drink afterward. His hand brushed mine as he set the glass down. “You’re tougher than you look,” he said. “And you’re full of it,” I shot back, but my smile was weak. We ended up at my place. His laugh was a low rumble as he kissed me. I pulled him closer, as all thoughts of spreadsheets and stock options melted into thin air. He tasted like ambition and something darker…I couldn’t quite name it.

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Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

They say rock & roll is forever. I’m beginning to believe it. They always called me a groupie, but that word felt too small for what I do. I”m more of a reape. Harvesting not souls, but the electric residue of rock & roll. One night. One body. One debt. Tonight’s offering was a shoegaze frontman named Lysander. His cute face was pretty much always obscured by a curtain of bleached hair and disdain.

I’d been waiting for him, all leather and come-hither, by his tour bus. When he emerged from the stage exit, he looked at me but didn’t speak. He just pulled me into the shadows, as his hands clawed at my tight dress like he was exorcising a ghost. We fucked in the alley behind the dumpster because the rest of the band was already in the bus. He bent me over, dress pulled up. His teeth left a half-moon mark on my shoulder. I didn’t flinch. Instead, I let him do it then watched as he smiled and stumbled back to his bus.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’m standing in the produce aisle, when a familiar voice calls my name. I turn and there he is. Jake, the boy who used to sit two seats away from me in English class. I used to let him dry hump me in his car. He’s older now, but the same mischievous glint flickers behind his eyes.

“Amber?” he asks, as a grin spreads across his face. I can’t help the sudden rush of nostalgia and before I know it, we’re wrapped in a brief, tight hug that feels like the world has tilted back to those late‑night study sessions. “Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

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