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S.W.A.K

Posted 1 week ago by Francie

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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.

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Our spring break at the coast was wild from the start but it kept getting crazier as it went. My friends were out of control from the beginning. They were hooking up left and right. I was just looking for a Daddy. But all I could see was a bunch of teenagers. And that’s when one of them caught my eye. He was standing on the beach with a group of friends. His long dark brown bangs were swept to one side. And his confidence and charisma gave me older man vibes. I could tell that he was different from most boys his age. There was a maturity about him that stood out. There was something about him that had my heart pounding and my pussy dripping. When he said “hi”, I almost melted. We ended up sitting on the beach and talking for hours. He was so intelligent. I just liked hearing him talk. And he was so funny. He made me laugh so hard. But I knew we only had one night together. He was leaving the next day. Not only was he going to school in another state, but he was an exchange student from The Netherlands.

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His Eight Second Ride

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Air hissed from my lungs when he cinched the rope tight around my ribcage. The binding rope wound around me high enough that it shoved my tits toward my chin, making a deep valley between my breasts. His dark eyes danced with the promise of what was to come. I couldn’t control the wiggle of my hips when he stood over me, shoving his large, calloused hand into the riding glove.

He’d kissed, caressed, and nibbled every nerve ending in my body for hours, but refused to let me release. A slick sheen of sweat coated my flushed body. I needed him inside of me and begged for him to do so, but his calm control held firm. I felt his naked legs against the outside of my thighs when he straddled me. My legs were pressed together between his, then he squatted down. Allowing his thick length to part my pussy lips as he rubbed himself back and forth without entering me. “Such a tight little saddle.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I love planting spring seeds. Nurturing them until those beautiful little bright green sprouts start to emerge from the ground. So I was happily going about my day. It was a crisp and cool spring day. Perfect weather for gardening. I was in my own little world, minding my own business. Of course I was talking to my little seeds to fill them with love and motivation to grow. But I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered it anyway. “Hello, it’s Julie” I greeted the caller.

“Julie, you’re driving me crazy. I’ve been watching you bend over in those little, short shorts for hours. That ass has my cock so hard.” He whispered in a low, super sexy voice.

I looked around at the neighboring houses and wondered which window he was watching from. Normally I might have been a little creeped out. But the sound of his voice was making my body tingle, and my pussy wet. So I decided to tease him a little bit. I started bending over on purpose. And spreading my legs so he could get an even better view.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

My sister is getting married this year, and I get to be her maid of honor! With us being in different states, it’s been hard for me to decide on a dress that will match her other bridesmaids’ gowns. She asked me to go to a bridal shop here in Vegas and send her some pictures of the dresses I tried on.

Off I went to this fancy smancy bridal shop downtown with my friend Terri in tow. Terri is five feet nine inches tall, TRANSGENDER female with a cock that most men would envy. She’s very masculine in appearance but identifies and dresses as female.

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There’s just somethin’ ‘bout a cowboy. So when my friends invited me to the rodeo, I was so excited. Of course there was a cowboy that caught my eye. He looked me up and down, winked, and smiled. My heart melted. I could tell the feeling was mutual. But I could also tell that boy was a heartbreaker. All the girls were going gaga over him. It was obvious that he knew he was cute. Why are we girls always attracted to these kinds of bad boys? My mind told me to keep walking but the rest of me couldn’t resist him. He had me mesmerized. I turned around and walked right back over to him. He didn’t seem surprised but rather like he had achieved some sort of accomplishment. He removed his cowboy hat, swept his sun kissed curls from his forehead and took a swig of his beer. We exchanged phone numbers. Then my friends and I were on our way. But I just couldn’t get him out of my head all day. That evening my phone rang. It was him. He asked if I’d like to go have a drink and bite to eat. I agreed.

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NYE In NYC

Posted 3 months ago by Julie

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As New Year’s Eve approaches it takes me back to that cool, crisp, clear night under the stars in NYC. I was invited to a NYE yacht party in the New York Harbor. The weather was perfect. The dress code was cocktail attire. The men were wearing three piece suits. And the women were wearing designer cocktail dresses. Everyone looked exquisite. But one sexy man stood out. He was the host and yacht owner. We had mutual friends and knew of each other but had never met. To be honest, I knew this was his way of finding an opportunity to meet me. He was across the room talking to a group of people. But when he looked up and saw me our eyes locked. It was like one of those scenes in a movie when time stands still and everything else around you becomes a blur. It was obvious that he did not hear a word they were saying to him. He actually just walked away from them mid sentence. It’s as if he was in a trance. He walked over to me, introduced himself, grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it as I introduced myself.

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Monster Hunting With Francie And Zoey

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“Got the hundredth time,” Zoey whined as she stepped over a large tree root, careful not to trip. “Vampires aren’t real, Frannie. We aren’t going to find a monster! Can we please go back home?” I waved my hand behind me to hush her. We’d been on the trail for a little over an hour, and we’d have already made it to Dracula’s lair if my damn cell service hadn’t gone out.

We were searching blind now that the sun had set, but we were close. I could feel it. Just ahead, framed by large weeping willows, was the maw of a cave. The one I’d been researching. The one where Dracula had set up his home for the last bit of the current century. “There!” I hissed and felt Zoey crash into my back as I stopped abruptly. She let out a squeak when we collided, and the sound caused a cloud of bats to erupt from the mouth of the cave! Their wings caused a rush of warm air so strong it knocked us to the ground. While Zoey flung her arms up to protect her hair, I looked up. Amazed by Dracula’s creatures’ wings and little fangs as they darted off into the night, leaving their Master unprotected.

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The waitress was cute so you gave her a hefty tip. There’s a moment when the air shifts—when the waitress bends just a little too close, when her hand brushes yours on the table, when her smile looks more like a dare than politeness. When she clearly wants more!

That’s when you know this isn’t just dinner.

She’s serving you drinks, yes, but she’s also serving you possibilities. She sees the way you watch her. She notices how your eyes follow her hips when she walks away. And she likes it. She wants you to know that dessert isn’t on the menu—but she’s more than willing to offer it anyway.

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