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Hot and Wet

Posted 4 weeks ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It’s a scorching summer day and I’m feeling so hot and bothered, I can hardly bear it. The temperature has been climbing all week, topping 90 degrees for days on end. There’s no relief from the oppressive heat. I’m sweating everywhere, my clothes clinging to my damp skin as I walk outside.

I long for a cool breeze to caress my flushed cheeks and quench my parched throat. But it’s just me against the thick, muggy air. I arrive home from my errands, wilted and weary. The moment I walk in, I strip off my sundress, eager to feel some relief.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My little brother knows he’s supposed to knock on the bathroom door when it’s closed before he just bursts inside.  Today, he didn’t even know and just came right into the bathroom when I was getting dressed after my shower.  I screamed at him to get out immediately.  He panicked and covered his eyes and spun in a circle just yelling how sorry he was for bursting into the bathroom.  But I could see the little twerp was peeking through his fingers and looking at my boobs!  I yelled at him to stop looking at me and to get out of the bathroom right that second.  Then I told him I was telling Mommy Anna on him for being a naughty perv!

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Yoga Temptations

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today, I was going to get what I wanted—one way or the other.

I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.

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Dominating Your Girl

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

You love your girl, but you are both submissive, and you know she craves a firm hand. Neither of you were really comfortable with a threesome. However, you did agree to hire a Dominatrix for her. One who’d let you watch. How does it feel, little subby, paying another woman to fuck your girl properly?

When the two of you arrive, I compliment her outfit while pointing to the chair in the corner. “Go sit.” Neither she nor I watch to see if you’ll obey. My hand cradles the back of her neck, and I pull her mouth to mine. It’s cute how nervous she is, but she doesn’t have to be nervous because I’m in control. She giggles after my tongue flicks into her mouth.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I reclined on my velvet chaise lounge, my ruby-red dress hugging my curves just right. My lips, painted the same shade of red as my dress, curled into a wicked grin as I watched Tobias. He stood before me, his eyes filled with desire and longing, his chiseled body tensed with anticipation. He thought I liked him, but oh, how wrong he was. I liked that he paid me. Tobias was a man of wealth, and I was a woman of power. He was my plaything, my puppet, my pet. Our one rule was that he could pump, he could stroke, but never ever would he be allowed to cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was his goddess, his queen, his mistress. He was my submissive, my slave, my whore.

“Take off your clothes, Tobias,” I commanded, my voice as smooth as silk. He obeyed without question, shedding his designer suit piece by piece until he stood before me in all his naked glory. His cock was already hard, twitching with need. I

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Filthy Little Desk Chair

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Pulling all-nighters is never easy, but with Jeremy as my study buddy, I tend to get more done. See, Jeremy loves to be my filthy little desk chair when we get paired up. He gets totally naked and sits under my desk. Then he pulls my panties down my thighs and leans his head back at the edge of my regular desk chair. His chin pointed up, and his greedy mouth stays wide open, all ready for me to sit on his face.

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Mommy Needs A Check In

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Hello, my little. Mommy Felicity just wanted to check in on you. You haven’t called me in a while. Is my little one doing ok? Are things rough out there in life? Come here and let me hold one of my favorite little guys. I know sometimes you just need mommy to take care of you. Sometimes you just need mommy to take all the responsibility off your shoulders and give you a safe place. Whatever that means for you, we can do it. Do you need a safe place to explore emotions? Maybe you need a safe place to wear your diapers? Do you need a safe place to nuzzle into my breasts? All of the above?

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Just a Whisper

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I love how easy some men are to tease. It’s like their brain short-circuits with just a whisper. Last night, I was hanging out with some friends. It wasn’t really a planned get-together, just a few of us happened to be over at Stacy’s. Stacy and Molly were scrolling on their phones, comparing reels as they huddled side by side on the couch. I was making snacks in the kitchen when I heard male voices come through the front door. My head tilted to see if I recognized who the voices belonged to.

The husky baritone of Levi’s voice causes a shiver to race down my spine. He’s painfully shy, and tormenting him with coy smiles and gentle touches always makes for an exciting evening.

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Smothered By Smoke

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Smoke fills my lungs as I inhale deeply, and my chin tips up toward the ceiling. Ahh, I love the burn trickling down my throat where it stretches out in my chest. The loser under my ass slaps at my mammoth thighs in an attempt to tap out. That’s not how this works. There is no tapping out. There is only taking what I give him. I stay balanced over him for a moment longer, his sweaty palm getting desperate the longer I wait. When I lift my ass, he chokes and tries to sit up. Gasping for a gulp of air, I’d been denying him, but instead of allowing him to suck in that deliciously needed fresh air, I gripped his chin and pressed our mouths together. Blowing the used cigar smoke into his desperate lungs.

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pegging

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Daniel wasn’t my usual type. I usually went for the brooding artist, all messy hair and existential angst. Daniel was corporate. Crisp suit, perfectly coiffed hair, the kind of guy who probably knew the exact Dow Jones closing number. But he’d been clear in his profile – and even clearer in our messages. He wanted to be pegged. And honestly? After a string of disastrous dates with said brooding artists, the clarity was refreshing.

“So,” I said, as I opened the door to my apartment. He stood on my welcome mat, looking slightly awkward, holding a bottle. “You brought drinks. How traditional.” He blushed, a surprisingly endearing look on his meticulously groomed face. “Is that okay? I wasn’t sure…” “Perfectly fine,” I reassured him, taking the bottle. “Come on in. Drinks first, or straight to business?” I winked, trying to gauge his reaction. His blush deepened. “Maybe drinks first? Ease into things?”

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