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Every inch

Posted 3 days ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

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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My Panty Sniffer

Posted 6 days ago by Molly

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The room was bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. We’d been lounging in that hazy, post-midnight space where time seems to slow down to the rhythm of quiet breath and skin against skin. I was stretched out lazily, wearing nothing more than an oversized button-down, completely unbuttoned, and a simple pair of delicate silky panties.

He moved closer, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of my hip, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I leaned my head back against the pillows, my heartbeat quickening just a fraction as his gaze drifted lower. There was an unspoken hunger throbbing between us, the kind that makes every small gesture feel charged with intention.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The roar of forty thousand fans reverberated through the metal bleachers. A deafening wall of sound that shielded us better than any curtain ever could. We were tucked into the upper deck, enveloped by the buzzing energy of the ninth inning. My entire universe had narrowed down to the heavy warmth of his leg pressed firmly against mine.

He kept his eyes fixed on the field, a cool picture of casual focus. But under the shield of his oversized team jacket spread across our laps, his hand was making a merciless descent.

When his fingertips brushed the inner curve of my thigh, a sharp gasp escaped my throat, instantly swallowed by the crowd’s collective groan at a missed pitch. His thumb stroked agonizingly slow circles through the thin fabric of my shorts, steadily working its way upward. The contrast was maddening, tens of thousands of oblivious eyes around us; and his hidden intent burning right beside me.

I gripped the edge of my seat, my knuckles turning white as his fingers slipped higher. Finally finding the sensitive apex where heat pooled. He didn’t rush. With a master’s patience, he applied a precise, rhythmic pressure through the cloth. Tracing tight, exquisite… Continue reading “His Masterful Fingers” →

Biker boy

Posted 1 week ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

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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MLB BBC

Posted 1 week ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Leo and I had been married for five years, but the relentless travel, the late-night texts, and that agonizing paparazzi photograph of him kissing a blonde at an away game had been my breaking point. He moved out of our family home and bought a condo closer to the stadium where he played with his MLB team.

A few years later, when a hand-written invitation on embossed league stationery arrived via courier, my heart betrayed me. It was for the MLB All-Star Game. “I know where we stand,” Leo had written beneath the ticket confirmation. “But I also know this might be my last opportunity to receive this honor. I want you there, Amber. No pressure. Just…please come.”

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Quickie at work

Posted 2 weeks ago by Cece

Cece 1844-332-2639 ext 215 

John and I had been working together for a while at Lucy’s bakery. We would always take passing glances at each other as we fulfilled customers’ orders and playfully flirted with each other while rolling dough for cookies or mixing batter for cakes, but on this day we just couldn’t take it anymore.

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Truth or dare

Posted 2 weeks ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

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” →

Sniffing

Posted 1 month ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Ethan took pride in himself for being the world’s most curious roommate. If something seemed out of place he had to investigate one Saturday while helping with laundry he smelt something that he never smelled before. As he was looking around And sniffing for the smell, he noticed a tiny lavender pair of panties hanging out of the basket. He started

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, my Daddy looks at me like he’s having naughty thoughts. But I like it. I know it’s wrong. Why do I get excited when he looks at me like that? Lately I’ve been doing things to see what kind of reactions I can get. I’ve been wearing little t-shirts and panties around the house. Or shorts that are so little that my butt cheeks hang out. I’ve even worn my short little nightgown with no panties underneath. And I made sure to spread my legs so he could see. That time he went running into the bathroom to take a shower. Why does it make me so tingly and wet? When I lay in bed at night, I think about it. I touch myself. The more I do it, the better it feels. Then I get this tingly sensation all down there and in my tummy. It makes me feel so wrong having thoughts like that about my Daddy. Do other girls feel like this too? Or is it just me? I’m so ashamed to admit that I think about Daddy doing things to me.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My friends and I needed a night out to celebrate the end of finals. We felt like we had earned it and deserved it after the study crammed past few weeks. So we got dressed up in our little body hugging, clubbing dresses. You know, the slutty kind that barely cover our asses. We set out to party.

First, we hit all of our regular spots and got tons of free drinks everywhere we went. We were feeling good and we weren’t ready for the partying to end. So we walked down to the other end of the street. We noticed the vibe was more mature and upscale, but we didn’t care. We giggled our way through the massive doors and were met with a quiet, elegant atmosphere. All of the older patrons’ judging eyes were looking us up and down. Suddenly we felt so embarrassed and uncomfortable. We turned to dart back out the door. But I heard my name. I turned around and it was Mr. Peterson, my dad’s friend from church. I couldn’t believe we ended up in his restaurant. And I began to panic because I knew my parents might be there. I couldn’t even look.

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