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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

 Gazing out my kitchen window, I can’t help but watch the neighbors as he’s telling her goodbye. He has a mug of coffee that she must have made him in one hand while he grasps her ass cheek through her silk nightie with the other hand. He gives her a very erotic kiss, biting her lip before rushing off to work. She watches him as he leaves with a devious grin full of memories from their sex filled night and fantasies about the night to come. Oh how I wish my marriage had that kind of passion. I wish we looked at each other that way and longed for each other the way they do. But instead I’m left here lonely, horny, and neglected.

Soon I find myself lying on the sofa fantasizing about my neighbor…biting my lip like that, looking at me like that. My fingers find their way into my wet panties. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!! I jump up off the sofa so fast, startled, and heart racing. I see it’s the pool boy so I open the door to see what he needs. He seems nervous and stutters as he apologizes for bothering me. He can’t take his

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Do you have those days, too? When you leave the house looking fly as fuck, and the world seems sunny and divine. Everyone just seems enamored with you, and everything easily comes your way. Those days are the best. But then there are the opposite days!

These are the days when your hair just looks greasy, and your clothes refuse to fit like they did when you tried them on in the store. The type of days where you drop everything you pick up, and everyone seems to hate you. Those are the worst, and on those days, I just want to let my hair down and say fuck you universe.

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Daddy Joins The Book Club

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Rain splattered against the window pane from the sideways wind blowing outside, creating the perfect reading backdrop. Grey clouds filtered bits of light through the heavy rain that held on to winter’s last bits of chill. My eyes hungrily scanned the pages of our book club’s latest smutty novel. I lay snuggled in the couch with my knees rubbing against each other. April showers might be dousing the world outside in chilly wetness, but this book had a fire burning in my panties. They were soaked, just not from the rain.

I heard the door open, and my gaze flicked from the page long enough to see Daddy shrugging out of his coat and hanging it in the hall closet. We locked eyes for a split second before I looked back to the steamy pages. “Is that the next book in the series?” He asked while coming closer. I hummed an acknowledgment as I nodded but refused to look away again. It was getting so hot! “Read it to me? I haven’t been able to dig into my copy.”

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Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304

Daddy loves to degrade and humiliate his slutty princess. I had a sleep-over, and today he found out that I had lied to him about my grades and changed them on my report card. My reason for doing that is simple: I wanted to have a sleepover with my friends. Well, he wasn’t happy about that. In front of everyone, I was told to strip completely naked. I got down on my knees and to my surprise he didn’t give me a spanking. He wanted me to give him a wet and sloppy ball draining in front of everyone. He told his slutty princess that he wanted to hear me suck on his big dick, so I made the sloppiest, loudest slurping sounds I could. I was so humiliated, showing everyone how I belonged to him was so embarrassing, and as I was bent over licking and sucking on his big dick they could see my soaking wet pussy.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

I just have to share my little movie theatre fling! It was so exciting. I walked to the movie theatre by where I live. They were showing a matinee that afternoon I thought would be fun to go see. Who doesn’t love a little movie run once in a while? I paid for my ticket and got a drink. Walking into the hall where the theatre entrances lined the walls. I was in theatre six, and the poster for the film was lit up in old incandescent bulbs. I was so excited to have an afternoon that wasn’t so boring! So, I walked into the doorway and made my way down the long and winding path. The stairs finally led me to my seat, right in the back row so I didn’t have to deal with some asshole kicking the back of my seat.

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Heather—- 1844-332-2369 ext. 450

I love attention!  So after my last class, I was beyond turned on! I’m talking about my pussy was dripping wet! I wanted so bad to rub on it. Unfortunately, I had to get to my next class. With very little time, I ran into the restroom, grabbed some toilet paper and wipe the wetness away the best that I could. Then ran to my next class.

I love attention!  So I made sure that I got a seat on the front row again. This time the professor is a female. I must admit that she is pretty hot! I’m talking about a body that won’t quit!

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

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?

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

“Lucky me!” Molly groans. I drew the short stick and now I must wait around the office for the jingling of cleaning crew’s keys to show up so I can give them their Holiday bonus.  Molly plops in her office chair and throws her legs up on the desk.  “I hope they don’t take forever getting here. I am tired and horny and ready to go home.”  Well, more horny than tired Molly thinks to herself. The quiet of the office settles in around Molly.  Only the low hum of the computers competes with the ticking clock as noise.  Molly glances at the clock again, only five minutes have passed since she last looked at it.  Frustrated about having to wait, Molly closes her eyes and tries to meditate. As Molly frustration over having to wait lessens, another feeling starts building in her.  “I am so horny! I haven’t been fucked in weeks and my pussy is demanding that I fix that.” Molly tries to slide her pencil skirt up towards her waist but realizes that her plump ass is not allowing that to happen. Popping out of the chair and lowering the zipper to her skirt.

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Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Want to Play a Kinky Game with me? Let’s do it. We’ll get all comfortable, curled up on opposite sides of the couch, and stare into each other’s eyes as we share a drink or two. We’ll play “I Never,” perhaps. Have you ever played?

It’s easy. I’ll mention a sexual position or maybe an exciting excursion to explore sensual fantasies, and you’ll tell me if you have ever done it. You must tell me if you’ve thought of it if you say I Never. Then you can do it back to me. See, Easy peasy. And as we share libations and relax more and more, the deeper secrets we’ll spill. Continue reading “Want to Play a Kinky Game?” →

In The Stairwell

Posted 1 year ago by Belle

In The Stairwell

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

During my third class, I was bored and horny. The teacher is some old hag who can’t even stand up straight and always has food stains on her white button blouse. I raised my hand and asked to use the bathroom, but that wasn’t where I was going. I needed to escape for just a while.

The back stairwell in the school is like never used. So I shoved the heavy door open, looking behind me to make sure no one in the empty hallways would catch a glimpse of where I was going. I was in the clear. I skipped down a flight of steps to sit on the first landing.

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