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sailors

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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, 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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Dumb Bitch Of A Boyfriend

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Aaron was supposed to be home hours ago. He had promised to take me to a special Valentine’s Day dinner, and instead I am sitting on the couch, all dressed up and alone. I keep checking my watch and my phone. No text, no call, just radio silence from my dumb bitch of a boyfriend.

As I’m stewing, a thunderously obnoxious noise rattles my windows as a lifted truck comes barreling up the road. I can only imagine how small that dudes penis is. It’s so loud I have to press my hands to my ears till the engine shuts off. Only, It sounded like it shut off in front of my house. I stand up to look out the window, and sure enough. Fucking Aaron is jumping out of the shiny, new, expensive-looking truck.

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Mom's Curly Bush

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Being a boy mom is so special. The way they love their Mom is like nothing else. Especially when they start to feel that love for Mommy in their special places. I’ve always been comfortable wearing little to nothing in my house. Prancing around in panties and a tee shirt or some slinky nightie when it was hot. It didn’t occur to me what my curly bush was doing to my teenage son until it was too late.

One warm spring night, we decided to have a movie night, just the boy and me. It felt like summer was already crawling upon us, so I stripped out of my work clothes and joined him on the couch, wearing a short nightie and no panties. It was sweltering, so I had to let my girl breathe. After sitting, I realized I forgot my drink, so I popped back up and scurried to the kitchen, where I stretched over the counter to grab it. I could feel the hem ride over my ass cheeks, but I assumed my boy was watching the TV. When I turned around, I realized just HOW much he loved his Mom.

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Dirty Daddy

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Valentine’s Day always reminds me of my dirty daddy. He makes sure to spoil me every year, and this Valentine’s Day was no different. My dirty daddy surprised me with something hot!!

He sent me a handwritten invitation that simply said, “Happy Valentine’s Day my princess. See you at 7:00.” The invitation was delivered by courier, along with two boxes. One had a dress in it, the other had new shoes. There was a note attached that said, “Put these both on for your dirty daddy”.

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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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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first thing I noticed was the scent of rosemary and cold steel that has seeped into the hallway. Ethan had already begun his morning, the way I taught him to. The brass tray on the footboard of my bed was laid out with meticulous precision. A single red rose, a glass of chilled water, a notebook bound in black leather, and a slender silver key I gave him last winter. He knows the key does not open any lock. It is the symbol of my permission to bear his devotion.

I slipped out of the silk sheets and stepped onto the cold wooden floor. My boots clicked, echoing off the painted walls like a metronome. He was waiting, kneeling at the base of the doorframe with his eyes lowered and his hands clasped behind his back. “Good morning, Mistress,” he murmured.

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Valentine's Day

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, so I’ve been hearing from all of my lovers. The married ones, especially, have been sending me gifts and money. They think they’re buying silence, but the truth is…they’re not. They’re buying the story they tell themselves in the mirror about how they’re still good men, even though they’re fucking filthy cheaters. And me? I’m the price of that delusion.

A serpentine bracelet, diamonds for scales, emerald eyes. It’s from Michael, the cardiologist. His wife posted a photo this morning of the heart-shaped pancakes she made for him. “My rock, my everything,” the caption read. Michael’s hands, the ones that hold human hearts for a living, were trembling when he clasped this expensive bracelet around my wrist. He wasn’t paying for my affection. He was paying to prove to himself that he could still be reckless, even while being overwhelmed by minivans and mortgage payments.

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pantyhose

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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