Category: phone sex blog

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I recently met a guy named Mark at the local amusement park. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and entirely too tense. He was trying his best to chat me up in line, but as soon as we were suspended at the top of the roller coaster, he became strangely quiet. “You’re trembling, Mark,” I murmured, slightly amused by how timid he suddenly appeared. He swallowed hard. “It’s just…it’s a long drop, Amber.”

“Is it?” I turned my head slowly, looking him in the eye entirely unbothered. “Look at me.” He hesitated, then slowly turned his head. His eyes were wide and darting from side to side, probably looking for the type of reassurance that I wasn’t going to provide. My fingers traced the line of his jaw before settling firmly on his chin. I didn’t pull him close, I just held his head in place, forcing him to keep his gaze locked with mine.

Continue reading “Finger fucked on the roller coaster” →

Pants Are A Privilege

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Every now and then, my little diaper princess gets a wild hair up her ass and wants to take me out to dinner as a big boy. Granted… to the world, Jared is a big, strong, sexy man who would make plenty of girls swoon. But deep on the inside is just a tiny Faggot princess who messes her huggies. I agreed to the date night with a big boy but insisted he still wear his Huggies under his Levi’s. I didn’t want to have to explain any accidents while we were out.

Jared picked a swanky little restaurant on the west side of town, and I was impressed! He made reservations for the best table! It was smack dab in the center, where everyone would see what a spoiled girl I was. A beautiful hostess sat us, and an even prettier waitress brought us menus. All was going swimmingly until Jared got a little too big for his britches. “She’ll have a salad.” He puffed out his chest like he was in charge. I shook my head, and he pointed to the table.“”Yes, you will. I said so. ” My nose wrinkled, and I laughed.

Continue reading “Pants Are A Privilege” →

Cute Little Four Incher

Fall For Francie xXx844-332-2639 xXx 208

“Are you ready to meet him?” D asked when he walked out of the bathroom. I was sitting at the end of the bed with a smile. He’d told me his penis was smaller than average but still decent. My shoulders bobbed up and down with my excitement. He grinned, but there was a nervousness to his hands when he pushed down his pants.

D was wearing pink, bikini cut panties, and the outline of his cute little hard-on stretched against the fabric. There was a small darkened spot near the head where his little penis had been drooling, waiting to meet me. “Awe,” I cooed and reached out to rub the crotch of his panties. “You were right. He isn’t big enough for me.”

Continue reading “Cute Little Four Incher” →

Sexy Photos

Posted 3 days ago by Gabrielle

Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

Be honest. How many women out there have taken sexy photos of themselves and sent them to boys? I think we’ve all done it. It’s our chance to feel sexy, powerful and in charge. And I know for me, I LOVE male attention and being told how beautiful I am (even though I already know it’s true). But I never get tired of hearing it.

Well, I had something new I wanted to do for my hubby. I didn’t want to make him jealous, but I wanted to see his reaction of these sexy photos and what he thought knowing I sent them to my exes. So, I went into my closet and pulled down a fancy box of things from my college days. In there I found a handful of old polaroids. All nude. I left nothing to the imagination.

Continue reading “Sexy Photos” →

Modeling For Art

Posted 6 days ago by Molly

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The studio was always kept just a few degrees too warm. A concession to the vulnerability of my skin against the open air. The scent of linseed oil and turpentine hung heavy in the air; a heady mix that always sharpened my senses. I stepped onto the dais, the silk robe slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet in a soft sigh of fabric. Unclothed, every draft felt like a caress across my bare skin.

Across the room, he sat behind his canvas. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, the scratching of charcoal ceased. His gaze was intense, a weight that I could feel traveling slowly down the curve of my neck, across the swell of my chest, and down to the arch of my hip. It wasn’t a clinical look; it was a deeply possessive appreciation that made a sudden, treacherous heat bloom beneath my skin.

“Hold that,” He murmured, his voice lower and rougher than usual. “Exactly like that.”

I shifted my weight, arching my back slightly and letting one hand rest against my thigh. The pose was demanding, exposing the long, unbroken lines of my body to his scrutiny. My heart hammered a…

Continue reading “Modeling For Art” →

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My roster of submissive men is long. Most thrive under the weight of my boot. Most find peace in the surrender. But then there is Elias. He’s…a bit of a glitch in my system. He doesn’t want simple obedience, he wants to see how far he can push me. Elias is the type of guy who treats my boundaries like suggestions and my commands like challenges to his own crumbling ego.

Last night, for example, he smirked when I told him to kneel. Just as I was about to correct him, his eyes darted to my face with that infuriating, inquisitive glimmer. He wasn’t looking for release, he was looking for a crack in my composure. Instead, he found the cold, clinical end of my patience.

Continue reading “Breaking Elias’ Ego” →

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was such a good girl for the end of school, so daddy told me he’d take me out for a sweet treat. He blindfolded me and put me in his brand-new Jag but wouldn’t tell me where we were going. After a few minutes of driving, we pulled into the parking lot, and he told me I could take off the blindfold. I looked around and right before my eyes was the sign to the local creamery, “Sweet Treats”.

Daddy got out of the car and opened my door for me, then held my hand all the way to the front counter. We picked out our favorite flavors and sat at an outdoor table. I had my legs crossed, but he still commented about how short my skirt was, since it was blowing in the wind at the moment.

Continue reading “Sweet Treats in the Sunset” →

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My friends and I needed a night out to celebrate the end of finals. We felt like we had earned it and deserved it after the study crammed past few weeks. So we got dressed up in our little body hugging, clubbing dresses. You know, the slutty kind that barely cover our asses. We set out to party.

First, we hit all of our regular spots and got tons of free drinks everywhere we went. We were feeling good and we weren’t ready for the partying to end. So we walked down to the other end of the street. We noticed the vibe was more mature and upscale, but we didn’t care. We giggled our way through the massive doors and were met with a quiet, elegant atmosphere. All of the older patrons’ judging eyes were looking us up and down. Suddenly we felt so embarrassed and uncomfortable. We turned to dart back out the door. But I heard my name. I turned around and it was Mr. Peterson, my dad’s friend from church. I couldn’t believe we ended up in his restaurant. And I began to panic because I knew my parents might be there. I couldn’t even look.

Continue reading “Celebrating The End of Finals Part 2” →

I know

Kayla Cumsalot 184433CANDY Ext 357

I found some things on your laptop, and I’m disgusted. I thought you were a nice guy—a guy I could trust. Everyone loves you! They think you are fun, kind, and sweet, but you aren’t, are you? You’re a DIRTY, SICK, FUCK.

I’ve asked you to take a walk with me so we can TALK. I can tell you are nervous. Overthinking. Trying to guess what I might be upset about. When we get to the park, it’s dusk. Only a few are still playing on the structures.

Continue reading “I Know Who You Are” →

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It started out like any other typical Temptation Tuesday. But then I suddenly remembered! I forgot to order a cake for my nephew’s celebration. He’s graduating from middle school. This is a very important milestone. I’m very proud of him. And I was not about to let him down. So as soon I got off work, I ran my little ass over to Costco as quickly as I could. I made my way over to the bakery and there was a line of people waiting. They were waiting to pick up the cakes they HAD remembered to order. I got in line to wait for my turn to ask if there was any way they could write on one of their premade cakes. As I approached the front of the line, my heart began to race. I was so nervous. They had to say yes. My nephew specifically requested a Costco cake. It’s his favorite.

Continue reading “Temptation Tuesday” →