Rectal Exam

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I love playing dress up, don’t you? What do you want me to dress up as today, babe? Hope you’re not allergic to latex, because I drape my whole body in a skintight latex leotard so I can be your nurse. I heard it might be time for your rectal exam? Come inside and sit on the chair.

Drew walked into my room where I had a nicely padded chair with a hole in the bottom. I wanted his ass to be comfy, but it had a nice round hole for easy access later. There was also a table with some chains and buckles attached. That would be for chaining him down so I can perform some ass play on him later. I always like to think ahead, ya know? I looked at Drew and said, “be good and I might give you my fingers later.”

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was invited to a bohemian style wedding. And I knew just the place to find the perfect dress. Gypsy’s Vintage Boutique. It was perfect timing because Gypsy has been asking me to come back to play with her and her husband Nomad. If I can get a free dress, even better. After all, when I met them during the spring hailstorm, she promised. She told me that I could have a free vintage wardrobe if I keep getting Nomad’s dick hard. It was the first time he had gotten hard in years. Gypsy had tried everything. (I included the links to the spring hailstorm at the bottom of this blog).
She told me to be there after they closed so we could have the store to ourselves. When I got there, once again, the mood was set with burning incense, herbal tea, and funky instrumental music playing in the background. But this time she had curated a whole rack of dresses for me to try on. She had everything set up right there, not in a dressing room. They were going to be my audience. That was obviously planned on purpose to get Nomad aroused. But……

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At The Concert

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The bass was so loud I could feel it in my ribs long before the headliner walked onstage. Lights swept across the crowd in restless colors while thousands of people pressed shoulder to shoulder, sweaty and buzzing with anticipation. I’d barely found space near the middle when he appeared beside me like he’d always been there.

He was tall and good looking. I smiled at him, leaning in close to be heard over the music. “You’re tall.”

He raised his eyebrow and leaned into me further. “Is that a complaint?”

Laughing, I shook my head. “It’s a good thing!” I touched his arm and leaned to see the stage better. I was trying to be casual, but lingered long enough to let him wonder just how casual the evening could be.

The main act started, guitars and drums thrumming through the arena, and the crowd surged forward. I caught herself against his chest, laughing and watching him through my lashes.

“Dangerous spot,” he said.

“You planning to protect me?” I asked, moving to stand directly in front of him. I kept eye contact for a moment before turning back to the stage, moving in time with the music.

As the…

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I know

Kayla Cumsalot 184433CANDY Ext 357

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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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It started out like any other typical Temptation Tuesday. But then I suddenly remembered! I forgot to order a cake for my nephew’s celebration. He’s graduating from middle school. This is a very important milestone. I’m very proud of him. And I was not about to let him down. So as soon I got off work, I ran my little ass over to Costco as quickly as I could. I made my way over to the bakery and there was a line of people waiting. They were waiting to pick up the cakes they HAD remembered to order. I got in line to wait for my turn to ask if there was any way they could write on one of their premade cakes. As I approached the front of the line, my heart began to race. I was so nervous. They had to say yes. My nephew specifically requested a Costco cake. It’s his favorite.

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Massage Bliss

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

I’d been very stressed recently and had decided to treat myself. I decided to book an appointment with a masseuse. When I made it to the massage parlor. I was greeted by the smell of cedar and eucalyptus, and I felt myself start to relax a little. Laying face down on the heated table, the crisp linen draped loosely over my back, I waited. My mind was still racing with the chaotic noise of the day, but the ambient drone of a singing bowl in the background was already calming the jumbled mess in my head.

Then, the air shifted. I heard the faint, metallic click of a bottle, followed by the soft, friction-warmed sound of palms rubbing together.

The first touch was wonderful. Two broad, oil-slicked hands descended onto my bare shoulders. They weren’t timid; the pressure was firm, heavy, and amazingly warm. A sigh escaped my lips before I could stop it, the sound swallowed by the padded headrest. The hands moved in slow, deliberate movement, gliding down the long muscles of my spine, dragging a trail of liquid heat in their wake.

Every stroke was focused, as if the masseuse could read the map of my…

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My First Crush

Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

My first crush lived down the street from me, and back then, seeing him felt like the most exciting part of my week. Every time he smiled at me, my stomach would flip. He had this calm, gentle energy that made me feel safe and nervous at the same time.

Some nights, after everyone in the house had gone to sleep, I would quietly sneak out my window just to see him. I still remember the cool night air, the sound of my footsteps trying not to make noise, and the excitement building in my chest as I walked toward his house.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was a Friday night, and Dillon was chained to the wall in Mistress Melanie’s House of Pain. He was already stripped of his clothes, except for the cock cage that I put on before I chained him up. Normally Dillon dressed up in frilly little dresses for me, but he had been slacking lately, and I needed to put him back in his place. Some of my sessions only go a few hours, but this was a hardcore punishment, so he was going to be in my care all weekend.

I had all my tools of the trade laid out, including a riding crop and flogger, but I thought the flogger would be my choice for the evening. I even had a ball gag to stuff in Dillon’s mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his back talk. But I spoke too soon and he already talked back. He was begging me not to hurt him. I was a bit annoyed, but it secretly turned me on even more, because it was that much more fun to do what I needed to humiliate him.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The late afternoon sun blazed over the back yard, turning the pool into a shimmering sheet of glass. In the room off the patio, the air conditioner did little to cut through the mounting humidity of the afternoon. Nor did it do anything to cut down on the tension that was building between my son’s college tutor and me.

He was a brilliant and focused grad student. He was sitting hunched over a stack of textbooks, reviewing my son’s latest essay. The man was the picture of academic discipline; but today, his focus was fraying. From across the kitchen counter, I watched the way he adjusted his glasses for the tenth time, and the way his eyes darted toward the sliding glass door led to the patio.

“You look like you’re losing the war with… Hamlet?” I said, leaning forward to try and read the paper upside down. My blouse hung low, showing ample cleavage. I looked up in time to see his eyes dart away from the show I’d inadvertently given him.

I smirked and walked behind him, lightly pressing against his back to look over his shoulder at the scrawled papers beneath him. The scent of citrus and musk enveloped me.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

My son was back from college on a break and brought a few of his friends with him. Of course, being the loving mother that I am, I let them all stay at the house. One of his friends in particular kept shooting me glances all night, so I thought it might be a good time for some sexy lingerie shopping before I seduced him.

I got dressed and wore a sexy, loose-fitting backless tank top, with no bra (since I was shopping for a new one). The store was ten minutes away and I was ready for my sexy shopping spree. I perused the shelves looking for the best option, something that stuck out at me.

Red always stands out to me. It’s a powerful, seductive color that stops all the men and says, “Look at me Bitch, and bow down before your Goddess!” What woman doesn’t want to feel like an all-powerful Goddess, seducing every man that comes her way!

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