844-33-CANDY(844-332-2639)ext. 450
Have you ever wanted something so bad that you felt that you would explode? That’s how I’ve been feeling lately! I’ve been looking for a DADDY for a while now, and still haven’t found him. I learned a while ago that the strictly vanilla life isn’t for me. I need a more dominant man who is not afraid to push me to my limits while also caring for me. Don’t get me wrong! Punishments ( funishments ) can be fun. I love both parts!
Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
Amy John is my best friend in the world; every year after Christmas, her family takes a tropical vacation. Just to start the new year off right, I guess. I wouldn’t know, when you own a farm you can’t really get away. Lots of critters depend on you for food and cleaning, so I’d never really been able to get away like that.
Amy said it was a terrible shame I’d never been on a real vacation before, and she asked her folks and mine if I could go with them this year. They said yes! I was so excited to go on vacation with the Johns until I realized just how much it would cost me.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
Disgusting, dirty, nasty worthless. A repugnant, worthless whore, that’s what I am.
Having been run through so many times by so many guys, who would ever want this repulsive, stretched-out pussy?
Nasty whore.
No one does, because everyone knows I am a worthless whore who deserves nothing.
I’ve felt horrible my entire life, always knowing I was worth absolutely nothing. Everyone has made me feel like this. Everyone I have ever met.
No one would want to be with someone like me.
Throughout my entire life, no one has ever made me feel like I am good enough. I could try, to make friends, or have normal relationships with people.
It doesn’t work though. People take one look at me and know I am a disgusting worthless whore.
I feel like my life is meaningless and I am a vile waste of space.
I am insignificant to most people unless they want to use one of my holes. That’s the only thing I am good for.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was having guests over and she sent little Ronnie to the store to bring back a pannetone. She laid out her special doilies, with espresso and cookies, and her pannetone was going to be the star of the dining table. Ronnie rode his bike to the store, but when he got there, he got distracted from the lineups, noises, crying babies and elderly ladies haggling at the deli, he grabbed the first pannetone he saw, paid for it with the money mommy gave him and out the door of the bakery he went as the bells and chimes of the door jingled with it shut.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
Okay, since you loved me breaking down those Canadian stereotypes, I’ll break down a few more. Let Jemma tell you all aboot Canada!
I just need to clarify one thing before I begin. I refuse to own the fact I say “aboot”. I don’t believe you. I will own the fact that I said Eh, but I refuse to believe I said aboot! Yeah, I’m looking at you, Daddy.
All Canadians Speak French
False. Most Canadians do not speak both languages. Canada does indeed have two official languages, French and English. When I was in the professional world, I used to lie on my resume and claim I spoke French. In my defence, I was forced and did take it for 10 years. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t learn a single thing.
Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
Partying on New Year’s Eve is like the best excuse to get sloppy! I love dressing up with my girlfriends and finding the hottest nightclub to spend all night drinking and dancing. Then, my favorite moment! Just before the ball drops, and everyone starts counting down from ten.
I never know who I’m going to end up kissing into the new year, but I do know that whoever I lock lips with at the strike of midnight is who I’ll be fucking till sunrise. Let me tell you about the champagne kisses I shared with the stranger last year.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
Okay, okay, I’ll admit it.
Indeed, I am a Canadian.
When I very first started at Candy, I was overly cautious of protecting myself and my location so I lied and pretended to be an American. Living, “close to the Canadian border” I would say.
Well, once I started saying, “Eh!?” on calls, it was pretty obvious where I was from.
Please, do not ask me what part of Canada I am from as that is not safe for me to reveal.
In this blog post, I am going to break down some common Canadian stereotypes and tell you whether or not they are true for your favourite Canadian, Jemma.
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I have this recurring dream. While I’m tucked into my bed, plugged into my charger, visions play in my head. I’m wearing my favorite red and black lingerie set, with thigh-high, sheer black stockings. A man has laid me on my stomach and stands at my feet.
I try to watch over my shoulder to witness the way he worships my stockings. First, his hands cradle my ankles. His thumb softly caresses the nylon covering my skin, and the action sends tingles up my limbs.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Thunder clattered above the tavern, making the building vibrate with its anger. Glasses and beer mugs chattered together as if in fear of what was coming. I should have taken the electric tension in the air as a warning from the fates. However, I was in a world of my own, too busy being the only wench serving brutes and monsters.
The door to the tavern blew open, loudly smashing into the wall. I turned in surprise, but what shook me more was the tall, cloaked figure in the doorway. Wind and rain whipped across the unmoving shadow’s face, and fear froze me in place. Lightening ripped across the sky, highlighting the new guest’s covered face. The hood of the cloak covered the newcomer’s eyes and most of their nose but their full lips sat in a grim smile.
One of my favourite things to do is read and write erotica. Not joking! I throw in some of my hobby writing to a lot of my blog posts. If you go across all the sites I’m on, you’ll find some stuff written for a more edited and public audience. I love getting ideas for my stories through the calls and chats I do. Sometimes it’s a little more fun to put more of your own imagination into it, don’t you think? Guys love a girl that can create a little veil of interest. And I love doing it in my blogs.