Category: erotic phonesex

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was a Wednesday evening when I got my mail, and what do you think I received? “My ex is getting married; I just got the invitation.” My friend Charlie was at my house during that time and was consoling me as I cried. He said, “Want me to fuck you in front of them at their wedding, remind them that letting you go was a mistake?”

That gave me the best idea! I could fuck Charlie, pretending it was my ex and we were getting back together and ready to have some makeup sex. I know that it sounded so dirty to use Charlie like that, but to be fair, he offered. He had no idea what he was getting into either!

It was a few weeks later and the wedding was approaching fast. I called Charlie up and reminded him of what he promised me and asked him to come over so we could go to the wedding together. The wedding was starting and there had to be over three hundred people there. I was going to be the most hated girl, but it sounded like fun.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

I had the kind of body that demands attention when I walk into a room. When a man looks at me, he immediately admits to himself, “She could get whatever she wants from me.”  The way my perky tits sat high and proud upon my chest and the curve of my tight ass would make any man lose control. I also exuded that confidence in the way I spoke to men and even in my stride. The long, slow, deliberate steps of my long-toned legs and the way my hips rocked softly with each step would even cause some ladies to stop and stare. Today was no different.
As far as I can remember, I’ve always loved being the center of attention. Feeling eyes dancing upon me, followed by adoring and sensual smiles, would never grow old. I especially get turned on when I catch the eye of a married man in the presence of his wife. When I say I get whatever I want, married men are not excluded and, in fact, make the sex that much more riveting.

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Shamrock Shake

Posted 2 months ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

When my boss announced that the downtown bar was hosting a St. Patrick’s Day fundraiser, I knew I had to give the crowd a little “Shamrock Shake” they’d never forget. The bar was drenched in emerald streamers, neon shamrocks flickering on the walls, and a DJ who seemed to think traditional Irish drinking songs were instructional dance tracks.

I slipped into the backstage area, where a gaudy green curtain separated me from the stage. I’d packed a modest wardrobe. A glittery emerald leotard, a pair of fishnet stockings that had seen more karaoke nights than a nightclub, and a tiny top hat that said “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” on the front. I also had a bottle of mint‑scented body spray that smelled like a julep and a fresh lawn.

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College Boys

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

It was spring break recently and I had some college boys in my house. My stepson came home for the week and brought one of his friends, Jake, with him.

Now you all know how much I love college boys so having Jake here was very tempting. I tried my best to be a good “mom” to the boys, but it was hard to keep my feelings to myself. So let me tell you about one of the encounters I had with my college boys last week.

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Oh JOI!

Posted 2 months ago by Writer

Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

Come on in, have a seat. I wont bite; at least not this time. Let’s have a drink, get to know each other a tad bit before we get to what you came here for. How do you like to be talked to? Would you like me to be stern with you, or soft? Right now is your moment to ask for your needs to be met before I take over; before I am in control. Before my voice is guiding your masturbation. Oh, JOI! There is an unmistakable grin on my face as I get ready to direct and guide your movements and take control of your cock with just the sound of my voice. Oh JOI indeed.

I’m going to take my time undressing you, looking you in the eyes as I remove each article of clothing. There is a power in watching you lust for me from your chair across the room. All that’s left when I’m done are my silk thigh-high stockings and black Stiletto’s. Sitting back down in my own chair with my legs spread open for you, I gently, but firmly, instruct you to undress for me.

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secretary

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna hired a new secretary. He was overqualified, and very capable, but most of all he wanted to work for Mistress Anna more than anything in the world. She said she expected him to act, work, and dress a certain way. Without even asking, he agreed to all the terms.

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His Eight Second Ride

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Air hissed from my lungs when he cinched the rope tight around my ribcage. The binding rope wound around me high enough that it shoved my tits toward my chin, making a deep valley between my breasts. His dark eyes danced with the promise of what was to come. I couldn’t control the wiggle of my hips when he stood over me, shoving his large, calloused hand into the riding glove.

He’d kissed, caressed, and nibbled every nerve ending in my body for hours, but refused to let me release. A slick sheen of sweat coated my flushed body. I needed him inside of me and begged for him to do so, but his calm control held firm. I felt his naked legs against the outside of my thighs when he straddled me. My legs were pressed together between his, then he squatted down. Allowing his thick length to part my pussy lips as he rubbed himself back and forth without entering me. “Such a tight little saddle.”

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* Kristy * 1844-332-2639 ext 465

Kristy is an unforgettable presence with irresistible charm. From the moment you begin a conversation with her, her playful spirit and teasing humor shine through in a way that feels natural and inviting. Her warm voice carries a friendly energy that immediately puts people at ease, making it easy to relax and enjoy the moment. Kristy has a unique ability to connect with others, creating conversations that feel effortless, engaging, and genuinely enjoyable.

What makes Kristy truly special is the way she blends fun, laughter, and real connection. Talking with her feels less like a typical conversation and more like catching up with a friend who knows exactly how to lift your mood. She listens, responds with wit and warmth, and always keeps the interaction flowing naturally. Her playful teasing adds just the right amount of excitement, while her kind personality ensures every caller feels welcomed and appreciated. Kristy believes the best conversations happen when people feel comfortable enough to be themselves. That’s why she creates a relaxed, friendly atmosphere where you can unwind, laugh, and enjoy the moment without any pressure.


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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I have a thing for older men. It’s been this way for quite some time now, and while I keep this secret from the world, I can’t escape my own intrusive thoughts. Recently, they have been about My Boyfriend’s Dad. I’m sure you can imagine, this is a conundrum. I don’t know when it happened, but the more time I spent at my boyfriend’s house, the more keenly aware of his father I had become. It started with the way he laughed, then I started to notice his alpha-take-charge demeanor. The way his work slacks hugged his ass didn’t hurt, either.

My Boyfriend’s Dad also has a noticeably large cock. Sometimes I think he dresses the way he does just so that I will notice. In the age of the internet, every person that has reached sexual maturity knows there are certain things men and women wear to catch the gaze of the other sex. Like when I came over last weekend to watch the game with them, and this man opened the door without a shirt on, wearing the most deliciously fitted pair of grey sweatpants I have ever seen. There’s no way he didn’t notice me staring.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first time a client walked through the door of my studio, it was a late night in March and he was trembling. He introduced himself as Michael, a name he’d chosen for the night, and handed me a thick, handwritten contract. I read each clause, the limits, the safe words, the aftercare provisions, and signing it felt more like a promise than a signature.

When the lights dimmed, the room became a sanctuary of shadows. My hand brushed his cheek and I whispered, “You’re here because you want to be seen, to be felt, to surrender.” He nodded. We began with a simple rope. Four meters of hemp, stripped smooth by years of practice. I looped it around his wrists, tight enough to speak, loose enough to trust. As the knots settled into their places, I watched his muscles tense and then relax. The rope sang against his skin. Continue reading “The first time a client walked through the door” →