Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna got asked out, and gawked at almost everywhere she went. She couldn’t even pump gas, or walk to the corner store without getting hollered at. She was so seductive, so slutty and hot all at the same time.
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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
The old castle felt like a living thing, breathing secrets into the cold night air. I had come here, drawn by a feeling I couldn’t name. Not for beauty, but for something dark, ancient, and undeniably powerful. Candles flickered in the great hall, shadows dancing like hungry spirits. Then, he was there. Vlad. Not appearing, not entering, but simply there. Tall, a silhouette against the deeper gloom, his eyes ancient and knowing.
He moved towards me, silent. Almost as if he was floating above the ground. Every step he took tightened something deep inside me, a knot of fear and something far more interesting. My breath caught in my throat. He wore clothes dark as his soul, and a scent, like old earth and something wild, filled the air around him.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
My high school boyfriend and I met at the beginning of our sophomore year. We were so in love and couldn’t get enough of each other. When we met, we were both virgins. We would kiss and make out behind the school building whenever we got a chance. But usually all we could do was play with each other under the desks. We would feel each other, on the outside of our clothes. It was so exciting to feel how hard he would get in his jeans. I rubbed him, and he loved it. It would make me so wet and horny. So I decided to start wearing things that would give him easier access. But it was really for my own pleasure. I started wearing short little skirts. That way he could actually put his hand under them and play with me through my panties. Then one day it happened. He made me cum. When I looked over at him, he looked amazed at the fact that I was cumming. His face turned bright red, and he started sweating profusely. I felt his cock get harder than a rock. Then he started cumming so hard. His jeans were drenched.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. Puppet, a man I barely knew, was insisting I watch him as he pleasured himself. The audacity! I had only met him a few days prior at a mutual friend’s dinner party. But there he was, undressing in front of me, his lustful eyes pleading for me to stay.
“What’s gotten into you, Puppet?” I asked, trying to sound firm despite the nervous flutter in my chest. “We just met. This isn’t appropriate.” But he was relentless. “Just this once, Stella. I promise I won’t ask again,” he whispered, his hands already working to free his erection. “Please, I need to cum. My wife will be home any minute and…and I can’t help myself.”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I have a type. Specifically, I have two types. There’s Type A: The distinguished gentleman, preferably with a full head of silver hair, a penchant for single malt scotch, and a portfolio that could rival a small nation’s GDP. These men are wonderful conversationalists, masters of the five-star reservation, and possess a certain gravitas that only comes with decades of accrued wisdom (and even more accrued wealth). They also, almost without exception, have the libido of a particularly sluggish snail.
Then there’s Type B: The strapping twenty-something, all rippling abs, boundless energy, and an unshakeable belief that life is one long montage from a sports drink commercial. These men are less interested in discussing the nuances of global economics and more interested in, well, nuances. And by nuances, I mean anything that involves their cock.
Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461
“You won’t believe the night I had, Jamie,” Randy’s voice crackled, already a little hoarse, buzzing with the afterglow of his nocturnal adventures. He was a creature of the shadows, and his stories were stained with the same grime. I sat at my kitchen table, the half-eaten remains of a microwave meal cooling in front of me. Randy, on the other hand, was sitting in his car, still slick with the memory of anonymous mouths and urgent hands.
“Got a new spot,” he continued, excitedly. “Back of the old cinema, you know the one? Dark. Perfect. There was this big guy, hairy hands. Didn’t even say a word, just went for it.” He launched into the details, the hot breath, the rough stubble, the frantic rhythm against the plywood partition. He painted the scene with such visceral honesty, I could almost smell the stale sex and the cheap cleaner.
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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
They say the oldest profession adapts to anything. Mon Dieu, they were not wrong. Here I am, French as a baguette, running my little ’boutique sensuelle’ on Rue St. Dennis in beautiful Montreal (sweet bebe, you thought I was Parisienne French, didn’t you?). The clients? Well, that’s where it gets…interesting. You see, most of them aren’t human. They’re not even from planet earth.
Take tonight. My appointment, a Xylorian (pronounced “Sy-lor-ee-anne”) named Gleep, looked like a particularly disgruntled pile of amethyst-colored jello. Four eye-stalks, all twitching. He’s from a species that primarily communicates via bioluminescent mucus, which, let me tell you, makes for some truly messy pillow talk. And the smell! Like fermented algae and existential dread, even with the station’s advanced atmospheric scrubbers. But, c’est la vie, Gleep pays in rare crystals, which are currently trending on the galactic market. He also (naturally) leave quite the trail of slime after he cums.
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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
Pt. 1
“Tami, Mommy Stephi’s got a special surprise for you!” I said walking into the nursery. “special surpise? Oh Mommy Stephi whats the surprise?” I could already tell by the sound of her voice Tami was extremely excited. I smiled, a devious grin on my face. Sissy baby Tami had no idea what was in store for her.
“Oh you’ll see baby Tami, but we have to get ready to go, the surprise is located somewhere else…” I giggled slyly. “lets get you ready to go” I said walking over to the changing table. I grabbed the diaper change bag and started to pack all the necessities. “I don’t know Mommy you seem to be very secretive about this surprise. I think you may be planning something bad.”
I laughed “you’ll just have to wait and see Tami, I’m not going to ruin the surprise.” After picking out a cute purple dress and purple socks I laid a very fussy Tami onto the change table to get her ready to go.
“Mommy Stephi, why do we have to travel for the surprise. I wanna know I wanna know now!” Tami started fussing more, she just had to know what Mommy had in store.
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Last week I snooped though Mommy Anna’s room and found her special gummies. She caught me and told me they weren’t for little girls. Mommy told me to stay out of her special gummies or I’d end up over her knee. My naughty mind developed a plan to get my little brother Ronnie in trouble. I told him to follow me into Mommy’s room. Then I showed him the special gummies she had hidden in her drawer. I convinced him to eat one. As he chewed, I giggled and asked him if he wanted another one. He took another one out of the bottle and chewed it all up.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
He owned a laser hair removal company. It was a slow afternoon, and he was in a talkative mood. I think he was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to. He told me that he was so appreciative of me for listening. Then he told me that he was going to give me a lifetime of free full body laser hair removal. I couldn’t believe it. I’d always wanted laser hair removal. But it’s so expensive. I thanked him profusely. He knew how excited and appreciative I was. That made him happy. He said that it made him feel so good to be able to reciprocate for my kindness.
It felt almost too good to be true. But after making the appointment I knew it was. She asked me if I wanted numbing cream. But I told her no. I felt like my pain tolerance was okay. And everything I read said it feels like a rubberband popping you. That didn’t sound so bad. But boy, was I wrong!