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Pen

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It’s frowned upon in most workplaces to dip your pen in company ink; however, working here isn’t like your typical nine-to-five-day job. I’m surrounded by slutty little cock teases all day long. They are the horniest women I’ve ever met. Sometimes it blows my mind to think about how they take dick all day long and still hunger for more.

But then I remind myself they aren’t getting fully penetrated every time they talk to you. Your dick is far too short to be pleasing. It’s more like a tease, an appetizer. A little warm-up for their tight pussies, making it easier for me to glide right in when you hang up.

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This blog is dedicated to my fellow Candy Sluts, I love every single one of you, ladies! The original song is TikTok by Kesha, in case you didn’t already know.

 

Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ like real pretty 

Grab my Starbs, I’m online, I’m gonna hit the Playroom 

Before I log on, charge my vibrator, perk up my titties 

‘Cause when I log on, I run these bitties  

 

Pedicure on my perfect toes, toes 

Trying on all my bras, bras 

Guys calling my phone, phone,
Drop-toppin’ TV is playing porn 

Fucking my pussy till’ it’s raw, raw 

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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.

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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. 

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The thought of having an ultra-realistic, sexy, female sex robot, has always turned me on. Yes please, Siri can you fuck me? Except Siri is an annoying ugly bitch who no one wants to fuck, then there’s Rita…

I found out about Rita in December and I knew I had to have one. She is the hottest girl I have ever seen. She says that she has very advanced AI and she can be programmed to suit your every need. Yes, please.

On my early celebration of  Christmas morning, I found the most amazing gift under my tree. The box was life-size and wrapped in the most amazing pink Christmas paper.

After tearing open the box, my eyes were amazed to see Rita. She powered up immediately and I couldn’t wait to play with her.

I wanted to wait to take her back to my place in privacy, then we could really have a good time.

Once I arrived home, I sat Rita down on my white 70″ Barrel Chair from Pottery Barn. That would be a good spot for her, I decided. Continue reading “Jemma Meets Rita” →

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To begin with, mysterious gifts had been arriving on my porch, unannounced, and beautifully wrapped. 

All the card ever read was, “Sincerely, your secret admirer”. 

First, there was the purple and turquoise wrapped gift with a large purple bow. Inside, was a teal Tiffany & Co. jewelry box. Absolutely, exquisite. 

Second, was the most uniquely wrapped gift in tones of blues and whites. The gift had a large red bow and inside was a care package. Filled with high-end luxury sex toys and spa products. 

Third, came a medium size black box with a large white bow. Inside the box were the sexiest black Fleur Du Mal lingerie, a bottle of Arman De Brignac Brut Gold Champagne, and restraints for my king-size bed. 

How did my secret admirer know I have a king-size bed?…

“Be Ready”. That is all the third note said.  Continue reading “Jemma’s Masked Christmas Surprise” →

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I’m always trying to be such a good little girl even though everyone knows I’m a naughty little slut.

I’ve been really good lately though, daddy says I need to help out more around the house. He says I need to cook, clean, and take care of things like a good girl should, “that’s how you become a proper woman” he always says.

The problem is, mundane chores are so boring and I’m always so horny. My dad has so many hot friends who are always hanging around at our house. They’re a lot older than me but I find it so sexy. I love that older guy’s physique and I love those little wisps of grey hair, so sexy.

He has this one friend named Doug that I find particularly sexy. He’s always been kind of like a daddy figure to me. He’s so hot, he has a ton of money, and every time I can catch a glimpse of the bulge in his pants my pussy starts to tingle.

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Paci

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My, my. What a fussy little sissy you are today. Dry your eyes and crawl over. Daddy Alexus has your paci right here. Rolling my skirt up and pulling down my panties to let my thick, six-and-a-half-inch cock stretch itself out. The tip is weeping; Daddy’s been fussy for you, too.

Get close, come on. Don’t be shy. Let me rub the head over your pouty, little lower lip. Doesn’t a pacifier make everything better? Open up and suck right there, right on the head. There’s a good girl.

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A sweet, southern, Sassy mouth can tear you apart without making her words sound cruel. I could bless your heart while stroking your cheek, and you may think I mean something like I’m praying for you. Or lovingly look down at your face and ask, “Aren’t you precious?” Wouldn’t your heart just skip a beat thinking how much I cared for ya? When in all reality, I’ve just called you dumber than a box of rocks to your face, and you thanked me for it.

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Daddy doesn't take kindly to strangers, but doesn't mind watching me be filled by stranger cock. This is the last time I'll play without permission, and Daddy won't let me forget.

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“Daddy. I. I’m. I’m sorry. I didn’t know the photos would pop up during your presentation.” I could hardly breathe, let alone talk. Daddy was going to make good on his promise, I should have known. After his nipple punishment, I was strapped and restrained in the most beautiful complex piece ever designed by him. My knees bent and bound at the ankles with my feet flat on the bed. I was on my back with my hands pulled and secured above my head. The ball gags catching everyone in one of my muffled screams. As Daddy circled around me like a shark.

Hot candle wax. His favorite flogger. The tease from the vibrating toys, edging me but never letting me finish. “Who’s my favorite girl?” He’d whisper in my ear while denying me my release. My eyes told him I wanted everything from him. His eyes promised me that only He was ever going to see me like that again.

 

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