844-33-CANDY(844-332-2639)ext. 450
Have you ever wanted something so bad that you felt that you would explode? That’s how I’ve been feeling lately! I’ve been looking for a DADDY for a while now, and still haven’t found him. I learned a while ago that the strictly vanilla life isn’t for me. I need a more dominant man who is not afraid to push me to my limits while also caring for me. Don’t get me wrong! Punishments ( funishments ) can be fun. I love both parts!
You know, I miss having exhibition calls. I don’t get them enough! Public fucking? Amazing! It’s the height of adventure. Lots of guys message me asking what I wanna do. And the answer is anything they want, really. I love being spontaneous. But part of that is… spontaneous anywhere. If you wanna make my day, come talk to me about fucking in public. Even if it’s just at a fetish or sex club. That’s good enough for me baby! Imagine walking in on a couple of freaky kinksters getting it on! I would simply have to get in on the excitement. And I would love to have someone join my adventure.
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Yesterday, a strange package arrived at your doorstep. There was no return address, and you couldn’t recall ordering anything. The name on the package was yours, however, so you took it into the house, and curiosity got the better of you. You opened the box to find a pack of adult diapers, a large pacifier, and a tablet that was already powered on.
“Greetings,” My voice begins to play through the tablet as images of you cheating on your wife grace the screen. “I’ve discovered what you really are. An entitled adult baby. If you wish for your wife to never find out about your transgressions, you must follow ALL of my instructions.”
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
Waking up the next morning, Daniel was nowhere to be seen. Unsurprisingly, he loved to be a man of mystery. Noticing the red envelope on the bedside table to my left, I decided to crack it open. The note inside read as follows, “Good morning Jemma. Take my Amex Black Card and book yourself any spa service you want. Also feel free to shop and order anything you want from room service”.
Amex Black Cards really are the way to my heart.
Browsing the room service menu, I called the front desk.
“Hello, my name is Jemma, I’m so sorry, I’m not sure my room number, or honestly where I am, but do you mind sending me Avocado on Sourdough Toast as well as a Morning Manic smoothie? By the way, would you also mind telling me where I am?”, I asked the front desk person.
“Good Morning Miss Tomsin, first of all, you’re at The Four Seasons Whistler and you’re staying in our Townhouse Suite. Second, yes I will have that to you right away, we have Daniel’s black card on file”. a man replies.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was having guests over and she sent little Ronnie to the store to bring back a pannetone. She laid out her special doilies, with espresso and cookies, and her pannetone was going to be the star of the dining table. Ronnie rode his bike to the store, but when he got there, he got distracted from the lineups, noises, crying babies and elderly ladies haggling at the deli, he grabbed the first pannetone he saw, paid for it with the money mommy gave him and out the door of the bakery he went as the bells and chimes of the door jingled with it shut.
New year, same sexy lady! Still on the prowl for new and used cock! I would put an advertisement for what I am looking for, but my acceptable cocks list is too broad! Small, stupid-looking things. Monstrous, eye-watering throbbing ones. And the people those cocks would be attached to? Even more broad. Little sissies who want to suck BBC, or guys who have the BBC. Too many guys, too little time. So, anyone with a cock or sissy cunt is someone that I would be interested in. Putting up an advertisement asking for a coffee table is much simpler than one for goons.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
Okay, since you loved me breaking down those Canadian stereotypes, I’ll break down a few more. Let Jemma tell you all aboot Canada!
I just need to clarify one thing before I begin. I refuse to own the fact I say “aboot”. I don’t believe you. I will own the fact that I said Eh, but I refuse to believe I said aboot! Yeah, I’m looking at you, Daddy.
All Canadians Speak French
False. Most Canadians do not speak both languages. Canada does indeed have two official languages, French and English. When I was in the professional world, I used to lie on my resume and claim I spoke French. In my defence, I was forced and did take it for 10 years. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t learn a single thing.
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One of my favorite activities? When we are Taking Our Time Together explore each other and our bodies. Long…slow…sensual…blow jobs. I love the honor of worshipping your cock. Taking my time. Describing every single tiny detail of what I’m doing to your cock.
I love the way my mouth feels full of your cock. The way my tongues flicks and caresses over you. What my hands are doing while my tongue is driving you higher and higher into greater levels of ecstasy.
Have you ever had the pleasure of watching a woman masturbate? If not, you have to get on it! I don’t care if you grab a hooker off the street, we ladies love having someone watch. And I bet you would love watching it. Every guy loves watching, it seems. It reminds me of those old movies where the peeping toms peak in through windows. Normally the lady will just be brushing her hair but in Candy-Girl Land? We have our panties on the floor with a dildo up our ass and fingers shoved up our cunts. Who wouldn’t love to watch a show like that?
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Thunder clattered above the tavern, making the building vibrate with its anger. Glasses and beer mugs chattered together as if in fear of what was coming. I should have taken the electric tension in the air as a warning from the fates. However, I was in a world of my own, too busy being the only wench serving brutes and monsters.
The door to the tavern blew open, loudly smashing into the wall. I turned in surprise, but what shook me more was the tall, cloaked figure in the doorway. Wind and rain whipped across the unmoving shadow’s face, and fear froze me in place. Lightening ripped across the sky, highlighting the new guest’s covered face. The hood of the cloak covered the newcomer’s eyes and most of their nose but their full lips sat in a grim smile.