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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Ah, the whispers. They follow me, rustling through the market stalls, fluttering down cobbled streets. “La Française,” they hiss, as if my origin were a mark of evil itself. “That tramp. She’s a lady of the night, you know.” And then the little tittering laughs, like dry leaves moving across the pavement.

Me? I just tuck a rogue curl behind my ear, adjust the scarf I found near the canal – a surprisingly chic silk, mind you – and flash them a smile. A wide, toothy grin that usually makes them flinch. Because, mon chéri, they’re right. Every last word of it. They call me Stella. Or sometimes, if they’re feeling particularly brave and convinced of their own moral superiority, “that hussy.” I don’t mind. A name is a name, and a hussy, well, a hussy knows how to live.

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Casual Kevin

Posted 5 days ago by Cory

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Kevin and I, we’d been “casual” for a few weeks, which in the real world meant “hooking up whenever his girlfriend, Honey, was out of town or at her pottery class.” My apartment was literally next door, so the commute was minimal, the discretion even less so. We both knew it was a terrible idea, but his charm was a potent, morally bankrupt force, and my willpower was…well, let’s just say it was on sabbatical.

This particular Tuesday, Honey was supposedly at a weekend-long retreat for artisanal candle makers. Kevin, ever the opportunist, had texted me at 10 AM. By 10:30, I was letting myself into his place, the familiar scent of his expensive coffee and my own impending bad decisions hanging in the air. We’d started in the kitchen, migrated to the sofa, and eventually, in a moment of utter, ill-advised passion, found ourselves butt naked, fucking on the bathroom floor.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My phone buzzed, displaying a name I’d purged from my active memory: Max. We used to date, for a brief, almost embarrassing, period. That was, until I discovered just how minuscule his dick actually is. We’re talking the size of a chapstick tube, maybe even a used one at that. Our relationship, if you could even call it that, ended abruptly after I realized my needs were just going to gather dust, indefinitely.

His voice on the other end was a pathetic, wavering mess. He started apologizing, rambling about how he’d messed up, how he missed me, how he’d changed. He even dared to beg me to take him back. My mind, however, was already back in my apartment, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’d actually have to fake it again. The answer was a definitive, resounding no. I can’t date a guy who is utterly incapable of satisfying me! And what did he mean by “changed”? Did he have a donor cock surgically attached to his tiny little weiner?

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Tiny Tim

Posted 2 weeks ago by Bethany

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He was super embarrassed. Cheeks red, and flushed. I could tell he was a bit insecure when I approached him and casually asked to suck his cock. He was really cute, with eyes that glowed. He has these blue / ice colored eyes that seem to look right through you. Memorizing. Hypnotic. Tiny Tim.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I’ve always had a reputation for being a bit of a free spirit. I was born in Quebec, and maybe that’s where my love for adventure comes from. We all know the Quebecois are fond of adventures! I’ve never been afraid to explore my desires, and that’s exactly what brought me to this small, romantic town on the coast of Italy last week. I’d been wandering the winding streets, taking in the sights and sounds, when I stumbled upon a quaint little cafe. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wafted through the air, and I couldn’t resist stepping inside.

As I entered, I noticed a handsome man sitting alone at a table near the window. His eyes met mine, and I felt a spark ignite within me. He smiled, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I approached him, my hips swaying seductively as I walked. “Mind if I join you?” I asked, my French accent on full display. He grinned and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Please, do,” he said, gesturing to the empty chair across from him.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

On my tropical vacation last week, I’d somehow stumbled upon this adults-only amusement park called “Erotica Land.” It wasn’t advertised on any mainstream tourist sites, more like a whispered legend passed between hostel-dwellers. Intrigued, and admittedly a little bored, I found myself walking through its surprisingly tasteful, yet undeniably suggestive, gates.

The park was a kaleidoscope of risqué rides and themed attractions, but one particular monstrosity dominated the skyline: a colossal, undeniably phallic structure that twisted skyward. A neon sign at its base pulsed with a name that made me snort-laugh: “The Cocktival.” I couldn’t resist. As I got into the line, a theme park employee, looking suspiciously like a retired burlesque dancer, handed me two items. “For the cream, sweetie,” she purred, pressing a sealed condom and a pair of industrial-strength swim goggles into my palm. My eyebrows shot up. This was going to be an experience.

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A BBC Dream

Posted 3 weeks ago by Bethany

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I was looking up at him, stroking my tongue up and down his cock. Suck his balls, slurping them in my mouth, as my chin drips in a slobbery mess, and I deep throat that big black cock. I was making a huge mess on the hottest athlete in college. Sexy, sick pack abs, big bubble firm ass, juicy lips, and dreamy eyes. He knows exactly how to do it. The best.

He picks me up in his arms.  This man is FINE as fuck!! He slowly strokes his fat black cock inside my tight little hole. Very gently, he’s giving me the long, deep strokes all through my walls. Each stroke he moves his hips, and his fatty bounces up ! OH MY GOSH he has the perfect body. A BBC dream. This will send a shiver down your spine. The best sex with man I have ever had was with BBC.

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In Miami

Posted 4 weeks ago by Bethany

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A couple weeks ago, my girlfriends and I took a girls trip to Miami. We had been planning this trip for months. I have never been and my friend Izzy said it was so much fun!  Feeling my toes in the sand, the beautiful sunsets, and the gorgeous beach was a dream come true. We went to a local night cub our second to last night. It was a Jamaican spot, with great vibes, loud music, and the most delicious food I have ever had. We were surrounded by 6’4 Jamaican / Dominican men who were all build like a tank. Solid muscle, with perfect six pack abs. These men were beautiful. One guy caught my attention, I could tell he was checking my friends and I out.  He walked over to our table, and asked if him and his friends could buy us a drink.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My professor’s wife came into work last weekend. She told me that she needed to talk to me. I told her that we had nothing to talk about. But then she started to raise her voice. I didn’t want her to cause a scene. I had already sacrificed enough to keep this job. I wasn’t about to let her screw it up for me. I knew that she was a very vindictive woman. If I didn’t do what she said, she would try to ruin my life. So I agreed to meet with her.

The next day I went over to her house. She was alone. There was something different about her. A side of her I had never seen. Sweeter and softer. Suddenly I saw what he must have seen in her all those years ago. There was actually kindness in her eyes. It made me wonder what she had to tell me. I started to worry that it was something serious. But then she told me. She told me that she can’t stop thinking about me no matter how hard she tries. And that she has overpowering feelings for me. I never could’ve imagined her feeling like that.

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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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