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I smoothed down the frayed hem of my cutoff shorts, letting my fingers linger on the tattered band patch sewn onto them. Another city, another arena, another high that pulsed through me like the bass line thrumming through the floor. I wasn’t some starry-eyed fan at the barricade; I was part of the chaos, an honorary member of the circus.

My life was a blur of tour buses, grimy green rooms, and the fleeting intimacy of late-night hotel rooms. Some girls want the ring, the white picket fence. Me? I want the next gig, the next scream from the crowd, the next chance to lose myself in the primal rhythm of a live show.

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Timmy and Tommy's Race To Cummies

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Timmy and Tommy kneeled naked before my group of girlfriends. The twins have always been so competitive, but the pressure was on. Poor Timmy gets so nervous when girls are watching him tug his penis, probably because it’s a little smaller than his brother’s, with a curve in it.

“I actually prefer a little bend.” Shannon giggles and leans her elbows on her knees to watch the two closer, but her gaze is more focused on Timmy’s cock. The attention makes his chest rise and fall, and I notice his erection falter. He’s so shy. From behind him, I run my hand through his hair and tilt his head back to look up at me.

“Don’t forget, boys, whoever makes cummies last has to lick up all of the mess.”

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My usual detached composure faltered the moment he introduced himself. “Good evening, I’m Liam, and I’ll be your server tonight.” “Stella,” I managed, my voice a little huskier than I intended. “Nice to meet you, Liam.” He was tall, with a lean build that stretched the fabric of his black uniform a little too perfectly across his chest and shoulders.

There was a spark, a subtle flirtation in his gaze that mirrored my own. I found myself lingering over my order, asking unnecessary questions about the drink list, just to keep him at the table for a few moments longer. I’d catch his eye from across the room, and he’d offer a quick, knowing smile before attending to another table. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.

He talked about the specials with a passion that made me want to order everything, even the things I didn’t usually like. His hands, as he poured my drink, were long and elegant, with just a hint of muscle. My imagination ran wild, painting scenarios that had no business existing in a crowded public restaurant. He was just doing his job, I reminded myself, but my body wasn’t listening. My pussy was throbbing. A delicious, unbearable ache that could only be soothed by one thing…Liam’s cock.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

There was this boy I used to date. He was into having sex on trampolines. The first time, we were at his house. He suggested that we go outside and lay on the trampoline under the stars. It was a crisp fall evening. The sky was so clear, and the stars were so bright. We were cuddled up with cozy, soft blankets and pillows. It was really romantic. That night it was sensual and sweet. I felt like it was a special first time for us. What I didn’t realize is that it was only the beginning. The next time, we were at his house during the day. Again, he suggested we go out and lay on the trampoline. I thought since we had such a magnificent time the first night, he just wanted to recreate that. I giggled and reminded him that it was dark last time. This time all of the neighbors will be able to see us. But he was serious and adamant about the fact that he wanted to do it. I just wanted to make him happy and get it out of his system. So I agreed. This time it got crazier.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

They call my place “The Sanctuary,” though some regulars lovingly whisper “Cory’s Corner of Bliss.” This isn’t your typical chain spa with weird music and generic oils. My space is more intimate, filled with the scent of sandalwood and a quiet hum of understanding. My clients, mostly men in their late 30s and beyond, come here for something more specific. Something they can’t find just anywhere.

My standard massage is good, really good. I’ve got hands that can melt knots you didn’t even know you had. But what truly sets me apart, what brings them back, is the “Comfort Care” add-on. It’s my little secret, a unique service that caters to a very particular kind of release. When a client opts for Comfort Care, I see their eyes light up a little, a mix of apprehension and quiet longing. That’s when I bring out the softest, thickest of adult diapers. It’s never forced, always an offered choice, explained delicately as a way to fully surrender, to shed the burdens of adulthood, even just for an hour.

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Fairy

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Frotting with a fairy. (Sigh) I bet when you first looked at me, the last thing you thought you would hear yourself say to me is, “Your cock is so much bigger than mine!” But here we are. Your smaller cock in my hand mashed up against the throbbing thick meat of my shecock. I’m stroking us together while verbally abusing you, and you are struggling not to cum all over the velvety smooth head of my cock.

Using both of my hands, I lock our cocks together. My slender, feminine hips humping my hard cock up and down between my fingers and your smaller dick. It feels good. You had no idea you were a fairy bitch until I put you in your place.

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It was lingerie night at work again. And it had been a week since my awkward encounter with one of my dad’s best friends. I was so scared that he would tell my dad that I work at a breastaurant. He had been a member of our church for my entire life. But then I wondered why on earth he would  be at a place like this. That’s when I saw a much younger woman join him. And it was not his wife. Then before he left, he came and found me. Then he pulled me into the hall and told me that he wouldn’t tell if I wouldn’t tell. Then he grabbed onto my ass and tried to penetrate my asshole with his fingertips. I just froze and stood speechless.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I had no idea how kinky he really was until that night. We had been dating for six months. So we went out to dinner to celebrate. We had a great time like we always did, flirting and playing footsie under the table. Needless to say, by the time we were done with dinner, we were quite aroused. On our way back to my place, he slid his hand under my dress. He played with my pussy while he drove. I was so wet and turned on by the time we got home. “Make yourself comfortable while I go freshen up. Feel free to make us a drink” I winked with a flirtatious smile. Then I headed to my room. I took a quick shower, touched up my makeup, spritzed on some of my favorite all natural, aphrodisiac perfume, and slipped on a sexy little burgundy lace negligee.

When I came out of my en suite restroom, there he was. He was in bed already, with a devious little grin plastered across his face. I wondered what he was up to. Then I saw one of my lingerie drawers open. And I knew I hadn’t left it like that.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My phone buzzed on the counter, startling me out of my morning scroll. “Hey, it’s Scott. Got a new phone and wanted you to have my number.” Scott…SCOTT?! My mind did a full-body cringe. “Um, why?” I muttered to the empty kitchen. Not just why send it, but why bother letting me know? The memory of why we weren’t together ambushed me, as it always did, though the sharp edges had dulled to a dull ache of annoyance.

Scott had lost his job early last year. Not that he was fired, not that he quit for something better, he just floundered. And then he spent MONTHS moping around our apartment, turning into this hollow shell of a man, expecting me to magically fix everything and support us both. UGH, it was overwhelming. And so, so frustrating. Every day was a weight, an anchor dragging me down. I just needed an escape, you know? A breath. A moment where I wasn’t carrying the entire world on my shoulders.

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Filthy Little Desk Chair

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Pulling all-nighters is never easy, but with Jeremy as my study buddy, I tend to get more done. See, Jeremy loves to be my filthy little desk chair when we get paired up. He gets totally naked and sits under my desk. Then he pulls my panties down my thighs and leans his head back at the edge of my regular desk chair. His chin pointed up, and his greedy mouth stays wide open, all ready for me to sit on his face.

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