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Every inch

Posted 2 days ago by Sawyer

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I waited until mommy’s soft snoring drifted down the hallway then slipped out of bed in nothing but a Tshirt and a pair of pink panties. The house was dark and quiet as I walked to the top of the stairs. Daddy was awake reading by the fireplace. The orange glow painting is bare feet. I whispered to him before I swung one leg over the freshly polished banister. The cool wood sliding against my nearly bare ass. I pushed off and glided down, panties riding up into my little slit, the friction making me wetter and wetter with

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Biker boy

Posted 1 week ago by Sawyer

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I’ve always had a bit of a daddy kink. I’ve always gone for the older men who could literally be my father. Something about it just turned me on so much. I had just recently turned 18 and my uncles best friend would come over all the time to Smoke cigars, grill, and hang out by the pool. He really never paid much attention to me but I always kept my eye on him. I’m not sure what it was about him, but every time i caught a glimpse my panties would get soaked. He was the

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Truth or dare

Posted 2 weeks ago by Sawyer

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The lake was perfectly still as the last streaks of sunset faded from the sky. Emma and I stood on the old wooden dock that we have stood on and laughed for many years but something about this summer was different. As we sat there Emma asked if we could play truth or dare. I without hesitation agreed and this is where it got interesting. Emma asked Continue reading “Truth or dare” →

Babysitting

Posted 1 month ago by Sawyer

 

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When I was younger I babysat for a super rich family. They would take me on trips with them and buy me nice things. I really loved the wife she was always so nice to me, But the husband was very stand offish. Nothing I ever did was good enough. One day while I was

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The afternoon heat was heavy, but the water in the pool looked invitingly refreshing. I leaned back against the lounge chair, letting the sun warm my skin. Though my attention was fixed on the pool boy. He was a college junior from next door, hired to skim the leaves and keep the chemical balance right. Today, he was working at a painfully slow pace.

He was wearing faded swim trunks, his tanned back glistening with a light sheen of sweat as he reached the skimmer pole across the deep end. He was trying hard not to look at me, but I’d caught his eyes darting my way every time I shifted. I decided to make it a little harder for him to focus.

Standing up slowly, I walked over to the edge of the pool, right where he was working. I let my sunglasses slip down the bridge of my nose, catching his eye.

“It’s scorching today,” I said, my voice dropping an octave. “You look like you’re melting out here.”

He paused, gripping the aluminum pole a little tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Just… standard summer maintenance,” he stammered, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing…

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The ambient hum of the warehouse’s cooling fans did nothing to cut the heavy, stifling heat of the late-night shift. Everyone else had clocked out hours ago, leaving me entirely alone amidst the towering rows of steel shelving and monolithic wooden pallets. The vastness of the empty space usually felt industrial and cold, but tonight, shielded in the deep shadows, it felt intensely private. Secretive.

I leaned back against a stack of heavy canvas cargo sacks, the rough fabric contrasting with the thin cotton of my shirt. My breath came a little faster, echoing softly in the cavernous silence. There was something undeniably exciting about the risk. Being so incredibly vulnerable in a place where anyone could theoretically walk in was thrilling. Though I knew the security gates were locked tight until dawn.

My fingers trembled slightly as they moved down, slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans. The contrast of the cool warehouse air against my wet warmth made me gasp, a small sound that seemed to vibrate through the high rafters. I closed my eyes, letting my imagination fill the empty spaces of the room. Every touch was deliberate, slow, and agonizingly focused.

The rhythm of the distant automated…

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The heat of the midsummer street festival was suffocating, a swirling vortex of neon lights, loud music and a thousand moving bodies. I slipped through dense clumps of strangers, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm in my chest. I had a head start, but not a large one. Somewhere in this suffocating press of people, he was looking for me.

My skin was flushed, slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made the humid air cling to me like a second skin. Every brush of a shoulder, every accidental bump from the crowd sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight down my spine. It was a dizzying game of hide-and-seek. I darted between a group of laughing tourists and a couple locked in a breathless embrace, using their proximity as a temporary shield.

I stole a glance back over my shoulder. Through a parting in the crowd, our eyes locked. A sharp thrill shot through me. He had spotted me. The predatory smirk on his lips told me everything I needed to know about what would happen if those hands caught me.

Panic and desire flared in equal measure, a heady mix that made my knees weak. I bolted…

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

There’s something incredibly exciting about having a daddy tell me what and when to do something. All I want to do is please him even when it’s not something I want to do. He could force me to do anything and I would still have a smile on my face. 

People often think the appeal is about obedience, as a daddy’s girl I think it’s about getting my pussy filled. If daddy wants it I’m giving it to him. It’s about knowing that Daddy takes charge, and there is no such word as no in the dictionary when he is around.

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I know

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I found some things on your laptop, and I’m disgusted. I thought you were a nice guy—a guy I could trust. Everyone loves you! They think you are fun, kind, and sweet, but you aren’t, are you? You’re a DIRTY, SICK, FUCK.

I’ve asked you to take a walk with me so we can TALK. I can tell you are nervous. Overthinking. Trying to guess what I might be upset about. When we get to the park, it’s dusk. Only a few are still playing on the structures.

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This morning’s run was supposed to be one of those “main character” moments. You know, the kind where the air is crisp, your playlist hits perfectly, and you feel unstoppable. It was the first war weather we’ve had this year, so I wanted to take advantage of it. 

Instead, I humbled myself in ways I didn’t think were possible… with my morning run.

It started with a decision I knew better than to make: loading up on fiber before heading out. In theory? Health. Discipline. Wellness. In reality? A ticking time bomb.

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