I hear the Skype ring and it is him. The screen appears and before me I see him stroking his cock. He likes to stroke for me, and I like to watch. I rate him. He always gets really high marks. I also compare him, compare him to the other cocks I have seen. We discuss the length and width and then we get more detailed. Yes, very detailed. I like that and it excites me.
I tell him how the head of his cock is very unique. The ledge and the angle. Just perfect. A very distinct ledge too. The kind that makes us girls feel so so good. He starts to get a little harder and those veins start to pop. We discuss those too. I like it. Then, well then we start to talk about other things. Other things that might please me. Things he has never tried before. Think rubber bands, clothespins, and your mouth.
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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Babies are notorious for exploring their little bodies as they grow. I remember the first time my baby boy found his toes. He was just the cutest, laying there with his legs in the air as I changed his diaper, and he grabbed ahold of his foot with such curiosity on his face. “What IS this thing?” I remember teasing him as he put it in his mouth to taste his own toes. “What did you find?” I would coo at him and shake his tiny ankle.
Again, later on, the same thing happened with his hands and then, of course, his penis. Little boys find that thing, and nothing matters for the rest of their lives. Constantly fondling it, tugging on it, and trying to find ways to indulge it. But that isn’t where their exploration stops.
Miquala (844-332-2639 ext 447
There are too many rules in this world. So here’s what you need to say. I want to Be Bad with Miqala. Yeah! That’s right! I want to break some rules with you, have a naughty adventure, and see how dark and depraved we can be.
So come! Be my accomplice! Let’s get our naughty on! What is your deepest, most depraved fantasy?
Tessa (1-844-332-2639) ext. 445
When I was younger, I always knew, I don’t even know how I knew, but I knew that I was daddy’s girl. He only took me to certain places, and did certain fun activities with me; no one else. He would come home from a hard day’s work, and bring me a cupcake, and he always knew what flavor was my favorite; strawberry cupcake with chocolate frosting. Yum.
Sometimes he would sit me on his lap, and put his arms around me with such warmth, bouncing me up and down on his knee… like I said I was his favorite. He didn’t do this with anyone else.
Fast forward to now, and guess what? I’m still daddy’s favorite. The other day he came over to say hi. We had lunch. I thought it would be fun to take a trip down memory lane, both of us, so I wore a super cute short skirt outfit, some stockings, and Mary Jane shoes. The look in his eyes when I answered the door was priceless. It was like I was young Tessa all over again. I looked up at him, and could just tell how happy and excited he was.
Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
My friends heard about this haunted high school experience put on by a bunch of people who bought an abandoned high school. Every October, they sell tickets and make you sign NDAs before you go in. You aren’t allowed to talk about the experience, which has only made rumors about the place fly! The only thing I heard that I believed to be true was 1) the actors could touch you and 2) it was unlike any experience ever.
For the price of the tickets, I joked it had better be fucking worth it. Three of my girlfriends and I packed up for the road trip we’d need to take to get there, and we arrived in the haunted parking lot at sunset. The parking lot lights blinked as if they struggled to stay on in the presence of the school. I felt unsettled as I jumped out of my friend’s jeep. It was silent, with no other cars or people—just the four of us and the rotting building that used to be teaming with life.
Extreme Phone Sex
Hello horny readers. Guess who is back on therapist Laylene’s couch today? Hannah!
Read here, for a recap, but when we last left off it was a little unclear if we’d ever make a breakthrough with our little girl. Sure, it was obvious to you and me and everyone else with an internet connection (remember the internet is forever, which makes little Hannah an immortal) and eyes that Hannah had been molested by her cousin. Hard, fast, without remorse or a care in the world for her. A single-digit Fleshlight in the actual flesh, the best kind according to her cousin. But Hannah, silly Hannah, clung to her silly hopes and dreams and, well, self-told lies about ice cream cones and love and whatever other nonsense.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
I was waitressing at the underground poker club, down by the barracks, tucked way behind the metal scrap yard, next to the auto body shop. It was a regular night and the house was full. You sat at the table for hours, sunglasses on, expressionless. I couldn’t tell if you were staring at me. Every time I’d serve you, you thanked me kindly and touched my hand to hand me a chip.
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Do you have plans tonight? Break them. This horny slut wants to play. And by play, I don’t mean any of that sweet-loving stuff. I want to end the night a sweaty, cum filled, exhausted whore. So let me tell you how this is going to go. I will invite you over for dinner and drinks and maybe a movie. I will fix dinner – something simple but nice and I will dress sweetly, just for the shock value. We will eat and drink and flirt a little and then we get ready for a movie. I take the remote and press play. It starts with a hottie wearing thigh-highs and little else. And like literally nothing else. You pause and look at me puzzled.
Mistress Phone Sex
You called to set up an appointment, your first you said. Interested in a Mistress to train you? I like my newbies; they are fun and come to me not knowing what will happen to them. You walked in wearing a pair of khakis, a button-down, and loafers. A businessman I could already tell. Sometimes having all that power makes you yearn for complete domination in your deep dark private life. I knew this was going to be fun.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Do you like playing dress up? Or just dressing up, even if you have no fancy place to go? Maybe you want to feel pretty, and be taken care of? Or maybe… you want to be dressed up and made up only to be undressed and played with… Perhaps you’d like to be my dirty little doll for a day…