Category: no taboo

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Client M and I were staying at the Park Lane Hotel in Manhattan in the Belvedere Panoramic Suite. After all, this is my fantasy dream. 

By this point, I had changed into a pink vintage velour Juicy Couture tracksuit. Just a lace bra and thong underneath.

This room was amazing, with a king-size bed, a full living room, and a luxury marble washroom. The washroom included an oversized marble basin and a marble shower with a glass door. Not to mention the entire room included the most amazing panoramic view.

Client M told me I had been being bratty and needed to be spanked. I’ll admit I had been a little bratty. Although, I can’t believe he thought I was going to carry my own Louis Vuitton luggage. Please, I thought he knew me by now. 

Therefore, I got into position over Client M’s lap. He’s sitting on the bed as I am bent over his knee. He pulls my pink velour pants down and spanks me. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten”, he counts as he smacks my ass harder and harder.

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Ronnie Learns To Peg

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

Fucking is something everyone does, but since working here and learning about the depths of people’s kinkiness, I’ve been so curious about pegging. To peg a man with a silicone cock must make a woman feel so powerful. I thought about how it all would feel long before I had the opportunity.

How straight my back would be when I moved behind my target, confident and fueled by power. It’d course through me on a wave of adrenaline. I imagine how my small hands would feel smoothing over a man’s backside. His ass! Something I never really thought a man would let me touch. Not the men on the farm, at least.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Playing watersports with golden nectar is so much more common than people think. First of all, it was 2019, and I was using a fake ID at the bar. I went back to this guy I can’t remember the name of’s place and he asked me to play watersports all over him. Agreeing, because, like fuck it, I did, it was fun. Telling friends about this after the fact, one of my guy friends laughed and said “You’re the perfect slut to play watersports with, I get it”.

Now, skip ahead to 2020, I match with this guy on Tinder and we meet at a hotel a few hours outside of town. This hotel was fun, with unique Victorian-style rooms. The room had an amazing dark purple velvet-tiered canopy bed and curtains with gold accents. The coolest “crown style” king-size bed I have ever seen. Not to mention, the giant marble claw foot tub in the center of the room. Also, the glass shower, and an amazing red velvet chair with a matching love seat. We fucked 7 times that night, it was so hot. I had on the sexiest black lingerie.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

I have an itch, and it won’t go away until I feed it what it’s craving. It’s one of those days where I can’t stop thinking about it, until I get it. You know what I want. Feed my need. Happiness for this Mistress means something so completely different. A sense of dark, abstract, twisted and taboo. When Mistress Tessa owns you, it’s life transforming.

You are my sub. Inevitably, you are my fix, my high that satisfies this craving of mine. When I think about this feeling, it’s almost as if your obedience sends me into a dominating frenzy. My orders are relatively simple. You listen, you obey, and you eventually become mine. I will own you. And whether it happened upon the first look, or the first attempt to look at me with those fearful yet curious eyes, it happened. You became mine. Reflect back for a moment though, because you want this. There is a craving deep within you for me. You need me badly, and you need me to thrive within you.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Let me start by saying this is one of the most embarrassing things that ever happened to me. Also, I CAN deepthroat like a champ. First of all, I was feeling sick on this night. However, I had plans to fuck, I was horny. I decided on a short, pink, glittery cocktail dress, black fishnets, and black Doc Martin’s. Then, I called a cab and headed to this guy named Chris’ place. Chris eyed me up and down when he answered the door, I could tell his cock liked what he saw. We had met on Tinder, and I live up to my photos.

We’re sitting there watching something I can’t remember on Netflix. We’re smoking a sesh, and he even brews me a tea made out of weed stems. As if my stomach didn’t feel weird enough already. Finally, we head to his bedroom. He has a king-size bed sitting in a mattress frame with no headboard or footboard. Whatever, as long as it’s a king, I think to myself.

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Buba's

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Ever since always, I’ve been Buba’s favorite girl. As my older brother, he’s always said he’d protect me and keep me safe. But, now that fall has rumbled through the south, a big old storm parked over our house last night. Usually, the rain soothes me to sleep, but the thunder was relentless, and the lightning kept my room lit up like the lights were on.

I couldn’t sleep and knew Momma and Daddy wouldn’t like it if I crept into their room, so I snuck into Buba’s room instead.

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Horny Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

Do you ever have those days when you just need a Good Hard Fucking? I do. I wake up in a mood. (d’uh, I am female lol) My body feels hot. My skin feels itchy, needy, wanton. Even the shower I take feels tingle against my skin, more hints of what my body really wants.

Now, there are many ways it can go from here. I have a few fuck buddies I can call. I have a friend with the most delicious big black cock. But some days I want someone new. Someone who can bring me an adventure in bed, not just a fuck. So, I go out hunting. Continue reading “Miqala Needs a Good Hard Fucking” →

Heather—- 1844-332-2369 ext. 450

I love attention!  So after my last class, I was beyond turned on! I’m talking about my pussy was dripping wet! I wanted so bad to rub on it. Unfortunately, I had to get to my next class. With very little time, I ran into the restroom, grabbed some toilet paper and wipe the wetness away the best that I could. Then ran to my next class.

I love attention!  So I made sure that I got a seat on the front row again. This time the professor is a female. I must admit that she is pretty hot! I’m talking about a body that won’t quit!

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I have a friend named Ethan. Honestly, I’ve had a schoolgirl crush on him for as long as I can remember. As long as I have known him, he’s always been hot and popular. That’s part of the reason why we hang out in the same circles, I guess. He makes me wet though. One day, I asked him to come over because I was hoping he would help me put a TV stand together. Of course, he said yes, he’s always been a nice guy. I’m wearing a short black skirt, and green crop top when I open the door. “Hey”, I say as I let him in.

“Hey back”, he replies, as he walks in, smiling at me.

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Long Leg Fetish

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

When I was growing up, my aunt used to tell me how lucky I was to be a ‘leggy blonde.’ It didn’t make sense to me until I was much older and realized all the benefits of being precisely what she said. “Leggy.” These long, smooth stems lure boys like the flame calls to the moth.

They flutter forward, hoping for warmth and protection, and then find themselves aflame. While the lust for my legs burns just as hot as the moth’s flickering flame, it’s only half as dangerous. My victims often escape with their lives and a reoccurring lust for my long leg.

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