What Lurks At Night

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Like a whisper of the wind, you can almost convince yourself it’s nothing. The way it prickles along your skin is like a warning sign of danger to come. Try as you might, you can’t shake off what lurks at night.

A sensual demon slipped through your subconscious as you slept. Feeding you lustful thoughts you are ashamed of. Images of the young. The supple. The forbidden. You hate how hard it makes your cock, but you tell yourself, “It’s just a dream.” Remember what they say? What’s done in the dark always comes to light.

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His Sole Purpose

His Sole Purpose

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The sole purpose of a pet is to bring me comfort and joy. So it didn’t matter to me if Peter was busy or relaxing. I was horny, and that meant he had a job to do. Sauntering through the house, completely naked, I looked for my little pet. I didn’t call out to him; he’d be easy enough to find. The dotting little mutt never wandered far from me.

The kitchen tile felt cool on my bare feet as I padded through toward the living room. Just as I suspected, Peter was stretched out on the floor with a throw pillow from the couch propping up his head. He loved to lie on the floor. He said it reminded him of his place. My cute little pet was doomscrolling on his phone with his earbuds in. He didn’t look up to taggle his tail or make any acknowledgment of my presence, so he must not have heard me enter.

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My Husband’s Dick

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Have I ever told you about how much I hate my husband’s dick? Well, lately he’s been really irritating me more than usual so I had to take back control of the situation. A few weeks ago, I caught him in a very compromising position. Jerking off, yet again.

He’s always had a problem with jerking off too much. And when I say too much, I mean it! Even with a hot wife like me who puts out more than just occasionally, he still jerks off ALL the time. It’s like he’s a teenager who just discovered his dick for the first time.
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dishes

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna woke up to a house that was displeasing to her taste: It was dusty, there were dishes piling up in the sink, and she could see footprints on her hardwood floor which she absolutely despised. She summoned her Panty Slut, and he came running diligently. She ordered him to put on a pair of panties and get to work.

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Morning Walkies

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Morning sunlight broke through the trees. “Hurry up and sit, good boy, or all the neighbors will be awake and catch you doing your morning walkies.” Jason kneeled at my feet, his hips wriggling about with his excitement. “It was a long night in your crate, huh? Ready to stretch your legs?” His chin lifted up towards me, and he let out a little “woof” in agreement.

I buckled the collar around his neck, and he scrambled to the door. “Ut, ut. ut.” I tsked him and pointed to the floor. “Sit!” He dropped his butt to the floor between his feet and I cliped his leash into his collar. “Okay! Here we go!”

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Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The day had been long and stressful, so I decided to prowl the bar near the office before going home. Frustration and anger were buzzing inside of me, scratching underneath my skin like an itch I couldn’t reach. I wanted to control someone, maybe even hurt them a little.

The tiny bar was busy as I scanned the crowd for my next lucky victim. I wasn’t in the mood for playing games; the boy would have to be obviously submissive and willing to skip the small talk. My gaze moved over my options until I found him. A businessman hunched over the bar, nursing a drink. Quickly i squeezed through the patrons until my tits bumps against my targets back. He shifted a bit and barely looked over his shoulder. My hand skimmed up his side, over his shoulder to the back of his neck, where I gripped him firmly in my little hand. His whole body seemed to relax with that one hold. I pressed my lips to his ear and made my offer.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I fucked him for revenge and I don’t regret it. He cheated. Lied. Thought I wouldn’t find out. So I called the one man he always hated. His rival. His opposite. Tall, quiet, intense—the kind of man who didn’t have to raise his voice to make you submit. The kind of man who never needed to lie. He just took. I invited him over. Told him the truth. “I need to forget him. Make me.”

He didn’t ask questions. He just shut the door and backed me into the wall, his mouth crashing into mine like punishment and relief at once. It wasn’t gentle. Not even sweet. It was war—and my body was the battlefield. He ripped my clothes off like they offended him. Bent me over the counter and fucked me like I wasn’t just someone’s ex—I was his now.

“Is this how he touched you?” he growled, slamming into me. “Did he make you scream like this?” I answered with moans. With nails digging into his back. With every arch of my hips that begged him to go harder. He gripped my throat—not to choke, just to own me. His free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back Continue reading “I Fucked Him For Revenge”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Room 619 – The night I let go. I wasn’t supposed to be there. Not in that hotel. Not in that hallway. And definitely not in that bed with him. But the second the elevator doors opened and I saw his silhouette leaning against the wall near Room 619, I felt my pulse throb between my thighs. He didn’t say a word when I walked up—just opened the door, let me in, and locked it behind us.

We were both supposed to behave. He’s off-limits—older, taken, dangerous. But I’ve never been a good girl. I’ve always had a taste for what I shouldn’t touch. And tonight, I needed to be ruined. The second the door clicked shut, he was on me. Hands greedy. Mouth desperate. I moaned into his kiss like I’d been holding it in for weeks—because I had. My dress hit the floor before I could even gasp. His hands were rough, his grip unforgiving, and it made me ache.

He threw me on the bed like I was his favorite secret. His mouth traveled down my body, kissing, biting, worshipping. When he slid his fingers inside me, I arched so hard I nearly broke. “So wet for Continue reading “Room 619 – The Night I Let Go”

participant

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Liam is a willing participant in our little game of power and control. His bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of nervous sweat. Liam was strapped to a plush velvet chair, his eyes wide and pleading. Miss Anna, a vision in a tight black dress and sky-high heels, circled him as if she had found her prey. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Now, Liam,” Anna purred, her voice dripping with mock concern. “We had a deal, didn’t we? Hands behind your head. Or else…” Liam whimpered, his gaze darting between Anna and me. “But… but it’s been so long,” he stammered, his voice laced with desperation. “Please, just a little…” “A little what, Liam?” I interjected, pushing myself off the doorframe and strolling closer. “A little touch? Perhaps a little relief? You know the rules. Obedience is rewarded, disobedience is punished.”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The stranger at the bar was my boyfriend. It was his idea. “Let’s play pretend tonight,” he said. “You be you—but act like you’ve never met me.” He told me where to meet him: a dark lounge tucked in the corner of the city, moody lighting, velvet booths. I walked in like I didn’t belong to anyone. Red lips, black heels, no bra under my silk blouse.

He was sitting at the bar, one hand around a whiskey glass, the other draped casually across his lap. He didn’t even glance at me at first. When he did, his eyes lit up with pure hunger. “You here alone?” he asked, voice low, dangerous. “For now,” I answered, sliding onto the stool beside him.

He bought me a drink. Let his hand graze my thigh as we talked about everything and nothing. My heart was racing—and I knew we were both fighting the urge to drop the act. But it made everything hotter.

Thirty minutes later, we stumbled into a hotel room like we’d just met. He pushed me against the door, yanked my blouse open, and kissed me like he didn’t know my name. He fucked me rough, like Continue reading “The Stranger at the Bar Was My Boyfriend”