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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

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

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

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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Just a Whisper

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I love how easy some men are to tease. It’s like their brain short-circuits with just a whisper. Last night, I was hanging out with some friends. It wasn’t really a planned get-together, just a few of us happened to be over at Stacy’s. Stacy and Molly were scrolling on their phones, comparing reels as they huddled side by side on the couch. I was making snacks in the kitchen when I heard male voices come through the front door. My head tilted to see if I recognized who the voices belonged to.

The husky baritone of Levi’s voice causes a shiver to race down my spine. He’s painfully shy, and tormenting him with coy smiles and gentle touches always makes for an exciting evening.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

He was checking me out the entire time I was in the fast food restaurant. I was waiting for my food, receipt in hand, arms folded. I was just fucking hungry and didn’t want to be bothered. He was still staring and so I made eye contact and smiled briefly before turning my attention back to the pickup counter.

The worker announced a number and I watched as he brushed past the group of people waiting for their food. He got his food, and left. I half expected him to say something to me, he was staring so much. After getting my food I walked to the bus stop, sat down and started eating. Stuffing crispy french fries in my mouth when a really nice vehicle pulled up.

He rolled the window down and I almost laughed. It was the same guy from the restaurant staring me down. “Need a ride?” he asked. I shook my head. “Ok, pretty hot out today, just thought I would offer.” He rolled his window up and drove off. I continued stuffing my face, now taking a huge bite from my cheeseburger and then more fries.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

He was standing on the corner, bathed in the warm glow spilling from O’Malley’s Pub. He was a soldier, I could tell from the crisp cut of his hair and the easy confidence in his stance, surrounded by a boisterous group of his comrades. His eyes met mine, and the noise of the pub seemed to fade into a dull hum. He simply stared, a magnetic pull drawing me in.

He broke away from his friends, a sheepish grin on his face. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Are you headed home? Mind if I walk with you?” I hesitated. The walk was short, only a few blocks. But the man exuded a raw energy that both intrigued and frightened me. “That’s kind of you,” I said. “But it’s really not necessary.”

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Do I Or Don't I GAME NIGHT With Kayla Cumsalot

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Ok, ok, OKAY! So you think you know me. After so many years of spilling your fantasy and secrets, you think we’re close. Some of you even believe there is more than just a hot, filthy, naughty call between us now and again, but…have you ever considered I tell you what you wanna hear? That maybe I feed you the version of me that keeps you crawling back to me, instead of what’s REALLY going on in my deviously manipulative brain? Do you actually know me at all? Well, we’re about to find out!

I’ve compiled a list of “Do I or Don’t I’s,” and we’ll see which players know the real Kaykay best! Some are kinky and some are not. Depending on how well you’ve listened to me during our sessions or what you’ve seen on my Twitter, this could be super easy or SUPER hard!

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Roxy 1(844)332-2639 Ext 414

There’s this one rude client at the club. It’s a very upscale, member’s only gentlemen’s club. So the clientele is wealthy, high profile men. Most of them are confident, quiet, charismatic, and kind. But this one is just an asshole. There’s no way to put it nicely. And the other night he was being extra obnoxious. Then to top it off, he wanted a private dance. I wasn’t feeling it. But it’s my job. And money is money.

Once in a private room, he explained how he caught his wife cheating. I guess that also explained his mood and attitude that night. So I figured he just needed to have some fun to forget for a bit. I began to loosen his tie, rub his shoulders, and rub my tits and ass on him. But he proceeded to talk about his wife and how maybe he should just let her get satisfied by other men. I just continued to try to distract him from all of that. But I guess that rubbed him the wrong way because his rudeness began to escalate. Before I knew it, he was being plain mean. I was so done with this asshole.

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Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

I’m the girl who turns “What if?” into “Oh God, yes.” With a voice that’s been called “whiskey neat with a side of trouble,” I’ve made a career out of making strangers forget they’re strangers.The spaces between your shame and your hunger. Maybe you’re a CEO who needs to be stripped of control, or a suburban dad who craves a back-alley dominatrix with a PhD in humiliation. I’ll morph into your muse, your tormentor, your accomplice. You want a confessional? A rebellion? A fever dream where I’m both the cure and the symptom? Buckle up, sweetheart.

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