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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was walking home from the downtown farmer’s market, when the first drops of spring rain began to tap rhythmically on the cobblestones. I could feel the coolness seep into my shoes, making each step feel a little more risky in my high heels. As I pulled my oversized cardigan tighter, I caught a glimpse of someone else hurrying to seek shelter under the busted awning of a little café. His grin was half‑hidden by the brim of a drenched baseball cap. As I approached to take shelter myself, I thought, “Well, this could get interesting.”

He was taller than I expected, with a mop of dark curls that stuck to his forehead and mischievous eyes that seemed to laugh even before he said a word. I followed him inside and our shoulders brushed as we squeezed through the doorway. We ordered two steaming mugs of chai. “You know,” he murmured, “rain has a way of making people do reckless things.” I chuckled and replied, “Then let’s be reckless together.”

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SXSW

Posted 4 days ago by Julie

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SXSW is an annual film and music festival that draws lots of celebrities, musicians, and others in the film and tv industry. It’s always a great time. But this year was absolutely amazing. My agent called out of the blue and told me that there was a well known, local jazz musician that needed a dancer for an event at a swanky venue. I was hesitant but she told me that he had asked for me specifically. So how on earth could I turn him down? I couldn’t. So I agreed to do it.

But I hadn’t anticipated being so attracted to him. He was very tall, very dark, and very handsome. He was older, which is my weakness. And so suave and charismatic. My heart melted and dripped out of my pussy when he looked me in the eyes and gently kissed my hand. I almost fainted when he whispered in his very deep voice “Hello Julie, it’s my honor to finally meet you”. Forget big dick energy. This man had massive cock energy.

We had intensely magnetic energy. The show could not have gone better. The audience kept growing and seemed to love the performance.

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Shamrock Shake

Posted 7 days ago by Amber

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When my boss announced that the downtown bar was hosting a St. Patrick’s Day fundraiser, I knew I had to give the crowd a little “Shamrock Shake” they’d never forget. The bar was drenched in emerald streamers, neon shamrocks flickering on the walls, and a DJ who seemed to think traditional Irish drinking songs were instructional dance tracks.

I slipped into the backstage area, where a gaudy green curtain separated me from the stage. I’d packed a modest wardrobe. A glittery emerald leotard, a pair of fishnet stockings that had seen more karaoke nights than a nightclub, and a tiny top hat that said “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” on the front. I also had a bottle of mint‑scented body spray that smelled like a julep and a fresh lawn.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I’m so glad that we decided to drive to the coast for spring break. Not only because a road trip is fun, but the airports have been a complete disaster lately. I’ve been looking forward to this girls’ trip with my besties for so long. And the credit card in my name that Brent promised came right in time for the trip. He told me to use it as I wish, to take my friends out to eat, go on shopping sprees, whatever I want. So we were taking our time. Stopping to shop and eat along the way. I thought I had been extra horny because of spring fever lately. But that’s nothing compared to my friends. They have so much pent up energy to get out. I think school has been really stressful for all of us. They haven’t gotten enough dick lately. Lol. So this was a much needed getaway. I just hadn’t anticipated how out of control they were going to be. Everywhere we went, they were flirting with all of the boys. A couple of them even hooked up with a few along the way. We are such little sluts. Barely legal, tight, teen sluts.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

One call, that’s all it takes. You’re looking for something different, something meaningful. You’ll find that in my voice, in my creative and manipulative mind. Your one mistake was telling me that you wanted to play out something I enjoyed. It seemed innocent when I confessed I wanted to be your hypnotic undoing.

You can’t actually be hypnotized through a phone call, right? So what’s the harm? You’ll comply. Pleasing me is fun. Lie back as I instruct and close your eyes. Listen to me, listen carefully. Tune out every other sound. Hear only me.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first time a client walked through the door of my studio, it was a late night in March and he was trembling. He introduced himself as Michael, a name he’d chosen for the night, and handed me a thick, handwritten contract. I read each clause, the limits, the safe words, the aftercare provisions, and signing it felt more like a promise than a signature.

When the lights dimmed, the room became a sanctuary of shadows. My hand brushed his cheek and I whispered, “You’re here because you want to be seen, to be felt, to surrender.” He nodded. We began with a simple rope. Four meters of hemp, stripped smooth by years of practice. I looped it around his wrists, tight enough to speak, loose enough to trust. As the knots settled into their places, I watched his muscles tense and then relax. The rope sang against his skin. Continue reading “The first time a client walked through the door” →

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I love planting spring seeds. Nurturing them until those beautiful little bright green sprouts start to emerge from the ground. So I was happily going about my day. It was a crisp and cool spring day. Perfect weather for gardening. I was in my own little world, minding my own business. Of course I was talking to my little seeds to fill them with love and motivation to grow. But I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered it anyway. “Hello, it’s Julie” I greeted the caller.

“Julie, you’re driving me crazy. I’ve been watching you bend over in those little, short shorts for hours. That ass has my cock so hard.” He whispered in a low, super sexy voice.

I looked around at the neighboring houses and wondered which window he was watching from. Normally I might have been a little creeped out. But the sound of his voice was making my body tingle, and my pussy wet. So I decided to tease him a little bit. I started bending over on purpose. And spreading my legs so he could get an even better view.

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“Have you put him in the wheelbarrow position?” I asked Mary, who was complaining that her adult baby wasn’t responding to her punishment techniques. Debbie nodded and pointed at me.

“That’s a great suggestion. I bet the little wise ass would smarten up then!” We laughed, but Mary shrugged, a little defeated by how bad her baby was. I’m sure she hated how we all knew it, too.

“I don’t even know what that position is.” There was a sadness in her voice that made me put my arm around her and pull her in close. As her best Mommy friend, I’d be sure to show her how to get that boy in line!

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Spring Forward

Posted 2 weeks ago by Alexus

Spring forward

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It’s that time of year again! They say, ‘ Spring forward,’ I say spring on this dick! There is no better way to spend your lost hour than making up the time, sucking and fucking this dick. You know how much I hate mornings and waking up, so this time of year is extra hard for me.

You need to be a good little cock slut and ensure I wake up in a good mood.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Henry’s eyes flickered behind the spreadsheets and quarterly reports. Until, inevitably, he received another annoying text from his on/off girlfriend, Kelly, who was angry that he was at the office on a Saturday. “You shouldn’t put up with that,” I said, flatly. “She knows you’re working this weekend. Why does she have to start a fight with you about it?”

He stared at his laptop. “She’s my girlfriend,” he finally muttered, as if the definition mattered more than the drama. I leaned forward and the scent of my strawberry perfume wrapped around the table. I was furious that, yet again, Kelly had a burr up her ass and wanted to make Henry pay for it. Not to mention the fact that it had been a long, sexless winter for me and I was ready and willing to help him forget all about that bitch.

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