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met gala

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Under the bright lights of the Met Gala, I stood, a vision in silver, my mermaid gown shimmering, my hair adorned with tiny silver flowers. Willie, my ABDL boyfriend, looked dashing in his silver suit, his eyes sparkling with excitement and nervousness. We were nobodies, but tonight, we were the stars, our futuristic attire capturing the attention of every photographer on the red carpet.

As we posed for the cameras, Willie leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. I thought he was going for a sexy nibble, but instead, he whispered, “I’ve had an accident.” Trying not to show my shock as my mind raced with the implications, I reassured him, my voice steady, “It’s okay, baby. We’ll handle it.” We made our way into the venue, our strides confident despite the situation. We bumped into an old friend, who, after a quick explanation, led us to the washroom.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Candy Girl Trivia Game Night Tonight!!! Let’s see who knows us best! The questions will be quite simple. All you have to do is study our bios. The answers are all there. There will be twenty two questions. One for each Candy Girl. All you have to do is be the first one to answer with the correct Candy Girl’s name and you get the point. The person with the most points that has not already won a game this month will be the winner. And the winner gets a FREE 15 minute call with the Candy Girl of their choice. But you must choose a Candy Girl that is also participating in the game.

Look over the Candy Girl’s bios to prepare for the game. And I’m sure you will learn things that you never knew before. Learn more about each Candy Girl, our specialties, or shall I say Specialtease? Find out what our favorite roleplays, fetishes, and fantasies are. But you will probably be so horny by the time the game starts. You’ll be a bunch of hard, dripping cocks. Just be careful because we all know you guys can only think with one head at a time.

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The Whole Gym Knows

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Oopsie! I forgot today is back and bi’s. Sleeping through my alarm had me darting out of the house without a single thought other than how late I was for work. It completely slipped my mind that I’d forgotten to unlock Michael’s cock cage this morning. Michael is a good sub and rarely complains except when he has to wear his cage to the gym.

Because he is so good, I compromise, and every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday morning, I unlock his cage before I leave for the day. He hits the gym (to keep his body perfect for me) and stops by my work on his way home to get his cage back on. Today, however, I was scheduled for meetings that I was already late for and there would be no way for me to unlock Michael before his workout and this is how the whole gym found out the fittest dude in the gym wears a tiny pink cock cage for his Goddess.

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Drop for Me

Posted 6 days ago by Trinity

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

“Drop for me, now look at me.” That’s all I said. And he did—immediately. Eyes wide, curious, a little unsure. He didn’t know what he was getting into. Not really. But I could already see it in his face… the want. The need to surrender. “Breathe in,” I whispered, stepping closer. “Nice and deep. Now out.”

I kept my voice slow, soft, steady. Each word like honey, dripping into his mind. His shoulders relaxed. His chest rose and fell like waves. Perfect. “That’s it,” I cooed, brushing my fingertips lightly across his cheek. “With every breath, you sink a little deeper. Your thoughts are getting quieter. The only thing you hear is my voice.”

He nodded, blinking slow. He didn’t even realize how gone he already was. “Good boy!” That phrase always does something to them. And him? He shuddered—just from that. His cock twitched, already hard, aching, begging. I didn’t touch him. I didn’t need to.

“Every time I say the word drop, you’ll fall a little further. Letting go of everything but me. Every time I say it, you’ll crave my control more. My voice is your command, your permission to let go.” He swallowed. His lips parted. Continue reading “Drop for Me” →

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Liam isn’t my husband, but he’s someone’s husband. That should make him off-limits. The band around his ring finger is supposed to be a warning sign for girls like me. It should yell, “This one is claimed. Back off!” But it screams just the opposite. That ring actually tells me that a man is a provider. A thoughtful, mostly committed man who was tolerated enough to go through with the wedding.

I can see why she said yes. He’s charming and handsome in the most annoying way. Sure, his cock is my favorite part, but we don’t have to tell her that. Not yet. I’m supposed to stay away from his house, but the temptation is too much. I’ve bought a pair of cherry edible panties, and there’s only one husband I want to lick them off me.

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blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Davenport was different. He wasn’t aggressive or demanding, just quietly eccentric, with a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt a knot of nervous anticipation in my stomach. “First things first,” he’d said, his voice a low rumble. “The pantyhose.”

I raised an eyebrow, but didn’t object. Black pantyhose were hardly the strangest request I’d received. I slipped them on in the small, cluttered bathroom, the nylon cool against my skin. When I emerged, he was sitting in a plush armchair, a stopwatch in his hand. “And now, my dear, something sticky. From your pantry, anything will do.” My pantry was a chaotic testament to my haphazard cooking habits. I rummaged through jars and cans, finally grabbing a bottle of honey. It felt cliché, but undeniably, honey reeked of stickiness.

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He was a soldier

Posted 1 week ago by Amber

soldier

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

He was standing on the corner, bathed in the warm glow spilling from O’Malley’s Pub. He was a soldier, I could tell from the crisp cut of his hair and the easy confidence in his stance, surrounded by a boisterous group of his comrades. His eyes met mine, and the noise of the pub seemed to fade into a dull hum. He simply stared, a magnetic pull drawing me in.

He broke away from his friends, a sheepish grin on his face. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Are you headed home? Mind if I walk with you?” I hesitated. The walk was short, only a few blocks. But the man exuded a raw energy that both intrigued and frightened me. “That’s kind of you,” I said. “But it’s really not necessary.”

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roommate

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna took on a new roommate. He was very shy and quiet, but she always secretly had the hots for him. When night fell, she could swear she heard him stroking away in his room. She was so tempted to knock on the door and ask if she could lend a hand.

There was of course, one thing that really bothered her about him: Every time she went out and came home, she noticed that things from her room would be misplaced. Her shoes, her clothes. She confronted the roommate, asking him if he had guests over. He claimed that his girlfriend had been by and was fixated by her closet, to which Miss Anna stated she didn’t mind, so long as his girlfriend put everything back where she found it.

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Do I Or Don't I GAME NIGHT With Kayla Cumsalot

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Ok, ok, OKAY! So you think you know me. After so many years of spilling your fantasy and secrets, you think we’re close. Some of you even believe there is more than just a hot, filthy, naughty call between us now and again, but…have you ever considered I tell you what you wanna hear? That maybe I feed you the version of me that keeps you crawling back to me, instead of what’s REALLY going on in my deviously manipulative brain? Do you actually know me at all? Well, we’re about to find out!

I’ve compiled a list of “Do I or Don’t I’s,” and we’ll see which players know the real Kaykay best! Some are kinky and some are not. Depending on how well you’ve listened to me during our sessions or what you’ve seen on my Twitter, this could be super easy or SUPER hard!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I fucked him for revenge and I don’t regret it. He cheated. Lied. Thought I wouldn’t find out. So I called the one man he always hated. His rival. His opposite. Tall, quiet, intense—the kind of man who didn’t have to raise his voice to make you submit. The kind of man who never needed to lie. He just took. I invited him over. Told him the truth. “I need to forget him. Make me.”

He didn’t ask questions. He just shut the door and backed me into the wall, his mouth crashing into mine like punishment and relief at once. It wasn’t gentle. Not even sweet. It was war—and my body was the battlefield. He ripped my clothes off like they offended him. Bent me over the counter and fucked me like I wasn’t just someone’s ex—I was his now.

“Is this how he touched you?” he growled, slamming into me. “Did he make you scream like this?” I answered with moans. With nails digging into his back. With every arch of my hips that begged him to go harder. He gripped my throat—not to choke, just to own me. His free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back Continue reading “I Fucked Him For Revenge” →