Category: GFE Phonesex

Kayla 844-33-CANDY EXT 357

My snow pants were wet from where I’d been sitting in the snowbank, watching Jake try to figure out how to balance on his snowboard. I curled my gloved fingers in front of my mouth. Trying to blow hot air on them to try to warm them up. We’d been out here for hours trying to enjoy the fresh powder, and we hadn’t even gotten off the baby slopes.

Looking over towards the bigger trails, I longed to be over there. I wanted to glide down the mountain while leaning my weight back and forth. Such a freeing feeling but no. Here I sat in the mother fucking snow, watching Jake fall to his knees over and over. “Wanna give it a rest?” I ask hopefully. We came up here for a romantic weekend in the mountains at a luxurious ski resort but should have just stayed in bed. He shook his head and muffled something about almost having it. Sure, he did. A tall, lean snowboarder with colored goggles sped down the piste and skirted the snowflakes to stop right in front of me.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

There’s nothing more natural than sex.  It’s a fun biological need that we should all enjoy in our own ways.  However, I know way to many people are raised to feel guilt and shame around their sexuality.  That’s where I can help!  Consider me your personal sex therapist.  My goal is to reprogram such unfortunate souls to embrace the joys of sex.  I crave to help them unfurl their true and deepest desires.  You’ll learn to let go of all that negative programming.  Sex isn’t wrong or immoral.  I mean, it might get dirty but it isn’t dirty in the way those nay sayers mean.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Dear pervert,

My body and soul yearn for you. I am your love socket, your warm, wet pussy to sink into. I crave being your personal cumdumpster, a receptacle for you to fill with your seed again and again.

All I can think about is presenting my supple body to you for your pleasure. I want to spread my legs and show you my glistening pink slit, just begging for your cock. My hole throbs and aches to be stretched wide by your thick, hard shaft.

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Santa Isn't The Only One With A Package For You

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My girls and I got together for a Christmas wrapping party. No one likes to wrap a package alone; it makes it so much more fun to do it in a group. There was wine, gossip, and rolls and rolls of wrapping paper. After several rolls and bottles were emptied, my proper yet curious girlfriends started to loosen their tongues and ask questions they had been too afraid to ask me sober.

Impossible to answer questions flew from their lips. “What does it feel like to get a boner?” “Do you like a man’s ass better than a woman’s?” “Who sucks your dick better? Boys or girls?” Really, how does a girl with a fat dick answer any of those questions? I had to think of a way to curb their curiosity while maybe getting off.

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Threesome Gone Wrong

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My friend Mark has made it super clear he wants to fuck me, but I’ve been holding out. He’s a really good friend, and while yeah, fuckbuddies are great, if the sex is bad, then things get weird. Or worse, if the friend catches feelings, it can ruin everything.

After Friendsgiving, when everyone left except for my fuckbuddy Ryan, he asked me why I wouldn’t give poor Mark any pussy and was teasing me about being a cocktease. I tried to defend myself, but after so many drinks, I wasn’t even convincing myself. So I called Mark. “You still wanna fuck me?” I blurted when he picked up. He laughed, but I continued. “Look, Ry and I are here at my place, and I think we should have a threesome, so get over here before I change my mind.” As soon as I hung up, I threw my phone and bursted into a fit of giggles. “Do you think he’ll cum? I asked Ry, who smirked and replied, “So many times.”

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

My oh my, the power of a pretty pair of panties and a lacy bra or a sexy lingerie set is simply magical. When I slip into something silky and skimpy, I instantly transport to a world of unbridled sensuality and passion. Gone are the days of plain cotton and boring basics – give me a sexy set of finery any day!

The moment I run my hands over the smooth, cool fabric, I can feel my body temperature rising. The light, sensual caress sends shivers down my spine as I imagine the way the delicate lace will kiss my skin. As I fasten the garter belt around my slender waist, I can’t help but admire the way it nips in at all the right places, accentuating my curves in the most tantalizing way.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My darling, there is nothing quite like the passionate worship you lavish upon my sacred pussy. Your skilled mouth and eager tongue render me powerless, melting me into a puddle of ecstasy with each devoted kiss and lick. You truly are a maestro of pleasure, a skilled practitioner of the ancient art of cunt worship.

I adore how you approach me with such reverence, gazing upon my glistening petals with eyes full of adoration and lust. You know that pleasing me is your sole purpose, your reason for being. And oh, how you excel at your divine duty! With the focused devotion of a zealot, you lap at my aching slit, your lips and tongue painting intricate patterns that set my nerves on fire.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’ve always been a bit of a brat. Flirty, feisty and oh-so irresistible. And you know what? I love every minute of it. Especially when it comes to my college profs. They’re always so buttoned up and proper, just begging to be taken down a peg (or out of their pants, if you know what I mean).

Dr. Stevens was no exception. From day one of Sophomore Psychology, I had my sights set on the silver fox. Tall, dark and handsome, with those smoldering eyes that seemed to see right through me (in more ways than one, if I had my way).

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“I’m glad you could make it,” I say, giving you a kiss on the cheek as you walk into the house. I’m wearing a sweater that barely covers my chest, a short skirt, and thigh high socks. I watch as your eyes travel up and down my body, taking in every inch of me. I smile, knowing that you’re already getting hard in your pants.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you say, your voice low and husky. I can tell that you’re trying to keep your cool, but it’s already slipping away.

“I have to help my mom in the kitchen for a bit,” I say, taking your hand and leading you towards the bedroom. “But I have a little something to hold you over until dinner.”

I push open the door to my bedroom and pull you inside, closing it behind us. I can feel your eyes on me as I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of handcuffs. Continue reading “Blue Balls for Dinner” →

I had really done it this time. I had gotten pretty good at getting away with stuff, but I knew Daddy would be really upset for breaking the rules this time. I missed curfew for the third time this month, he said last time, that he was really going to punish me, if I ever walked in that door late again. He was already waiting for me at the kitchen table with a very serious look on his face. He did not have to say anything, I knew exactly what was to happen. I already knew what I was supposed to do when it was time for Daddy’s punishment. 

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