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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber,” Kevin had whispered. His hands trembled as he knelt on my bistro rug. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll quit my job, I’ll learn to braid your hair, I’ll even stop complaining about the thermostat.” I simply stared at him, with a deep, existential exhaustion. Kevin was a lovely guy. He was a “picker-upper” of dropped grocery bags and a “text-you-back-in-thirty-seconds” kind of soul. But he was also essentially the guy who looked to me for validation every time he successfully navigated a social interaction.

My dating life had become a parade of men who treated me like a fragile porcelain doll placed on a mantle. They were terrified of upsetting me, terrified of taking the lead, and frankly, terrified of the very thing that made a woman’s pulse actually race. Last week, a beta named Marcus had tried to “ask for consent” to hold my hand while we were mid-kiss. My response was to ask if he wanted me to fill out a consent form. He left, feeling insulted. lol

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

I promised to help a friend with his studies and agreed to meet him at a nearby cafe. I got out of my car and checked my phone to see if he had already snagged a booth. A message popped up; clicking it open, I read.

‘I’m in a booth straight back, to the right.’ I smiled at his perfect timing and made my way through the parking lot, following his directions to the booth once I was inside. Walking up to the table, my pace slowed. His bag, laptop and several books were spread across the whole table; leaving me nowhere to sit. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this.” I smiled walking closer, “Where am I supposed to sit?

He looked up and smiled back. “Oh yeah. Sorry. Why don’t you sit here?” He brought his hands out from under the table to gesture to his side of the table. I quirked an eyebrow at him and put my purse on the chair opposite him before turning to sit next to him. I felt one of his hands slide up my skirt and pull my panties to the side, and the other on my hip guiding me to sit in 

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Cinco De Mayo

Posted 4 days ago by Rachel

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Cinco de Mayo is always a big party at the breastaurant. And Taco Tuesday is always a good time. But combine the two, and all chaos ensued. As the lunch hour approached, I saw the line beginning to form. We were fully staffed. Everyone was scheduled and no one called in. I think we were all anticipating that the fifty percent off tacos, beer, and margaritas was going to bring a big crowd along with big tips. But I had never anticipated the number of people that were waiting at the door when we opened. No one was. I saw the owner’s eyes grow wide. Beads of sweat began to form across his forehead. Then he called a quick meeting in the hall. It was basically a pep talk. He told us that we really needed to hold on tight, step it up and bust some ass. The tips were going to be pouring in, and it was all going to be worth it when it was over. We all agreed and were pumped up to make some big bucks. So we tied up our little tops to expose as much cleavage and midriff as possible.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I went to a dinner function for work a few weeks back. The function was mostly awards being handed out to various colleagues of mine for their efforts over the last year. My department was a little under represented, with only me and one intern able to make the event. Which wasn’t the worst thing ever, he was great company; if a little young and unsure of himself. Well into the third glass of wine when my name was called to receive an award.

I made my way up to the podium to accept my award, and was struck by the fact that out of all my co-workers, only the intern was present. Plastering a smile on my face, I accepted my award and blinked back bittersweet tears at the thought that I really only had one companion to share this with, and made my way back to the table I shared with my intern.

“Congratulations! You really deserve it.” He smiled at me and patted my shoulder, fingers lingering just a moment longer than was necessary.

“Thanks.” I smiled back and tossed back the last of my wine.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood at the grease-stained counter, twisting my purse strap until my knuckles turned white. Across from me stood Elias Miller, who looked as though he was carved out of rusted scrap metal and bad intentions. He tapped a thick, calloused finger against the invoice for my recent car service.

“That’ll be eight hundred and forty dollars, Amber,” he said. He didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. The silence in the shop was heavy, filled only by the smell of burnt rubber and motor oil. I swallowed hard, as the sudden dryness in my throat made it difficult to breathe. “Elias, I…I don’t have it. Not today. I thought I had another week before payment was due.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was girl scout cookie season. And I was a very determined little girl scout. I was determined to sell the most cookies in my troop. So I put on my little girl scout uniform, hunter green cable knee socks, mary janes, and my lucky pink panties with little cookies on them. Then I packed my wagon full of cookies. And I was on my way. I went door to door all the way down my street. But I was approaching the end, and I still had a lot of cookies left. I was beginning to grow discouraged. I guess it showed on my face. Because the next gentleman that opened the door asked me why I looked so down. I wasn’t quite sure what to say. So I just went on with my little spiel. Afterwards he asked me if I wanted him to buy every last box. I couldn’t contain my excitement. My smile must have answered his question. He just chuckled and told me to come in so that we could take care of the details. I started taking all the boxes of cookies out of the wagon and putting them on the counter.

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Hot For Teacher

Posted 1 week ago by Molly

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I have a problem. I’m hot for my son’s teacher. I’ve broken more than one vibe thinking about him. When I first met him at the Open House in the beginning of the school year I knew I was in trouble. The way he commanded attention at the front of the room. The way he walked around the classroom handing out the syllabus. All I could think of was seeing if I could get him alone. Listening to his voice as he explained his expectations of his students; all I could do was imagine what he’d sound like while he worked me over.

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Tonight was one of those nights that could easily turn into a scene from an X-rated movie. It was a very much a naughty night for me. I couldn’t escape the urges that were brewing inside my body like a wildfire. I tried to take my mind off feeling like this, but there was no use. My body craved some adult attention. Tonight I wasn’t alone. I sat legs crossed on the plush, oversized sofa of my high-rise apartment and gazed up, seeing those long, toned legs and that hot, toned body standing before me. My eyes are drinking in every inch of her tight, athletic, toned body. Her big blue eyes dazzled back at me as she smiled, meeting my gaze. Continue reading “A Naughty Night” →

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One Part Two

A growl vibrated from his chest, and my pussy clenched around my fingers. I pumped them in hard, scraping my finger tips against my G-spot as he’d taught me. The wet, sloppy sounds of my fucking myself and my moans filled his bedroom. As my orgasm drew closer, my thighs trembled, getting weaker and weaker, bringing me lower and closer to his mouth. Like the viper he is, Larry stilled. He was waiting to strike, waiting till I was weak and slipped so his mouth could latch on to my cunt and drag me through my orgasm. Only, I pulled my fingers free before I fell over the edge. Panting, I sat on his chest and pushed my fingers into his mouth.

Daddy sucked at my fingers greedily like a starving man waiting to be fed. His eyes were darker than normal. Blotted almost black with the lust he was fighting. I was already in trouble; there was no reason to stop his turn now.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was past midnight and I was supposed to be in bed, but the thought of a hotel rendezvous had me all worked up. I went downstairs to the hot tub and waited patiently with a drink, hoping to find the perfect man (and, hopefully, the perfect cock) for my needs. It wasn’t long before he showed up.

He was all strong angles and restless energy. He didn’t ask if he could join me. Instead, he just sank into the bubbling heat on the opposite side, as the water surged around his chest. “You look like you’re waiting for something to happen,” he said. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that made my pussy throb.

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