Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna took a job as a stewardess. She figured she could make some extra money and travel for free. She would flirt with any hot passenger she could find, until one day she was paired up with a really hot pilot. He was young, handsome, and new at his job. She made sure to wink at him and brush up against him any chance she got.
Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna was waitressing at the casino again, when she noticed a weak, fragile soul. He was sitting by the bar looking fragile. She crept up to him and tippy toed her fingers alongside his back, startling him.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Do you remember when you started writing your first love notes? How you’d spill your secrets with ink, confident no one but the intended eyes would read them. Did you scribble “S.W.A.K” on the back, or was that something just girls did? Do you remember what it stood for?
Sealed with a kiss. Your confession of love and lust may have been sealed with a press of your lips to the envelope, but I hate to tell you the girl you sent it with shared your words. Even then, you were nothing but a laughing stock to women.
Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
James waited in the doorway with his shoulders hunched and his eyes flickering between curiosity and dread. I could feel the hum of his anticipation vibrating through the hallway, like a low drone that matched the distant ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. James was not only my sub, he was my pawn and my modest bank account…and he was about to be summoned into a scene he could not decline.
I slipped my corset on with the same reverence I reserve for a ritual. The ivory boning pressed against my ribs, pulling my breath into a tight, disciplined rhythm. My skirt was a cascade of black taffeta that fell to the floor in a perfect, measured pleat.
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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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
The garden was a kaleidoscope of pastel eggs, yet an unmistakable stench was wafting over the tulips like a mischievous cloud of teen rebellion. “Cory, do you smell that?” Felicity whispered, the same way a detective would whisper about a clue in a noir film. I inhaled deeply, feeling the pungent aroma coil around my nostrils. We both knew that somewhere among the plastic toy eggs hid the source of this olfactory offense.
I never thought an Easter egg hunt could turn into a forensic diaper investigation but there we were. Both Felicity and I were swaddled in our favorite sexy “Mama” dresses and armed with nothing but our noses and an absurdly over‑ambitious sense of duty. We started at the base of the old oak tree and followed the scent trail like a pair of highly trained sleuths. Each step brought us closer to a whiff of something that could only be described as “rotten booty.”
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Anna was at a hotel scoping out men, when her eye suddenly caught a couple. She became fixated on the husband. She couldn’t figure out why, but he looked vaguely familiar.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
One of Mistress Anna’s girlfriends began seeing a new guy. They had invited Mistress Anna out with them to meet this new guy, to which Mistress Anna hesitantly agreed to, as she had many much better things to do. The three of them met for dinner.