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sex blog

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ve always been a fan of the taboo and the forbidden. That’s how the idea for “OnlyFucks” was born. OnlyFucks is a naughty bookstore where anything goes and sex is always on the table. My mind is a playground of naughty thoughts and ideas, and I know I need an outlet for all that pent-up energy. What’s better than opening a business that incorporates all of my favorite things? It’s okay, baby. I can already see the curiosity in your eyes, and I know you have questions! And I’m more than happy to answer them for you!

I want OnlyFucks to be a place where people can come and explore their wildest fantasies without judgment. Where they can let loose and have some fun. The store will be filled with books and toys that cater to every kink and fetish. From bondage and discipline to exhibitionism and voyeurism, there will be something for everyone. And if someone can’t find what they’re looking for, they can always ask one of our knowledgeable and experienced staff members for help. All of whom will be dressed in their finest lingerie and leather, of course!

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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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pantyhose blog

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I met Mike at a private party, where I was working as a professional tease. He was a handsome man, with dark eyes that held an intensity I found irresistible. I was wearing a sheer black negligee that left little to the imagination, and beneath it, a pair of silky black pantyhose. I could see the desire burning in his eyes as I strutted towards him, my hips swaying seductively. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, running my hands over my curves.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my body. I laughed softly, then reached out and grabbed his hand, placing it on my thigh. “Feel that?” I whispered, as his fingers traced the delicate pattern of the pantyhose. “That’s what you’ve been craving, isn’t it?” He nodded again. I could feel his dick straining against his pants, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. After leading him to an oversized lounge chair, I pushed him down onto it and climbed on top of him. I straddled his waist, my pussy just inches from his throbbing cock.

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butt

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Some guys just really like my butt. I know, I know. It’s a common thing, maybe even a cliché, BUTT…there are levels to it, aren’t there? And then there was him. HIM. Most guys, they like the curve, the shape, the way it looks in a tight pair of jeans or a silk dress. Standard appreciation. But this one? He was an ass man with a very particular vision.

He wanted me to dress up. Not for a party, not for a night out. Just for him, and for the specific fantasy he’d crafted in his mind. A patent black catsuit. Gleaming. And patent black stiletto boots, so high they practically dared me to fall. My nails, already long, were sharpened and painted a deep, dangerous crimson. When I looked in the mirror, I wasn’t just a woman in an outfit; I was a creature. A typical superhero villainess, absolutely, from the sharp lines of the suit to the predacious gleam in my own eyes. And I felt like one, too. Powerful. Unattainable. Menacing, even.

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Pretty Little Candy Girl

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There’s a pretty little candy girl who’s been prancing her tight ass all over the playroom. She’s bubbly, and my lust for her is infectious. The little bitch makes my cock so hard. I’ve been watching her. She’s a flirt who acts coy and innocent, but she isn’t. I can just tell there is a filthiness under her skin, and I want to lick up every inch of it.

Whenever I come around, she’s polite but reserved as if she’s keeping all that sexiness away from me. I don’t understand why she’ll play with all the losers who hang out there, but she won’t give me the time of day. If she won’t give it to me, I’ll take it.

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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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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I knew my roommates were kinky, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what I saw. When I came home, I heard noise coming from the hallway. I followed the it to one of my roommate’s bedrooms. As I approached, I realized that the door was cracked. I couldn’t help but peek in. One was wearing a collar and leash, down on all fours. The other holding a whip and fucking her with a strap on. I stood in shock, but unable to take my eyes off of them. But then they saw me! I didn’t know what to do. It was too late. I was caught. They kept going for a minute. Then the one with the whip and strap on told me that it was my turn. I was hesitant and I guess she could tell. She glared at me and told me not to make her use her whip on me. So I walked in. She told me to get undressed. So I did. Then she told me to get down on my knees and lick the strap on clean. I did as I was told. And it was such a turn on.

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Wiener Party!

Posted 2 months ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You ever go to a Memorial Day BBQ and it turns into a real WIENER PARTY? The smell of burgers and hotdogs wafting through the air. I was a little tipsy from rose and my sundress was clinging to my curves. “I’m going to grab another bottle for us,” I called out to my friends as I headed into the garage, desperate for a moment of shade.

The garage was cool and dim, the treadmill and weights lined up against the walls. I made my way to the fridge in the corner, bending down to rifle through for another cold one. Suddenly, I heard the door click shut behind me. I turned around and nearly dropped the bottle when I saw who it was.

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Drop for Me

Posted 2 months ago by Writer

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

“Drop for me, now look at me.” That’s all I said. And he did—immediately. Eyes wide, curious, a little unsure. He didn’t know what he was getting into. Not really. But I could already see it in his face… the want. The need to surrender. “Breathe in,” I whispered, stepping closer. “Nice and deep. Now out.”

I kept my voice slow, soft, steady. Each word like honey, dripping into his mind. His shoulders relaxed. His chest rose and fell like waves. Perfect. “That’s it,” I cooed, brushing my fingertips lightly across his cheek. “With every breath, you sink a little deeper. Your thoughts are getting quieter. The only thing you hear is my voice.”

He nodded, blinking slow. He didn’t even realize how gone he already was. “Good boy!” That phrase always does something to them. And him? He shuddered—just from that. His cock twitched, already hard, aching, begging. I didn’t touch him. I didn’t need to.

“Every time I say the word drop, you’ll fall a little further. Letting go of everything but me. Every time I say it, you’ll crave my control more. My voice is your command, your permission to let go.” He swallowed. His lips parted. Continue reading “Drop for Me” →