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At The Concert

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The bass was so loud I could feel it in my ribs long before the headliner walked onstage. Lights swept across the crowd in restless colors while thousands of people pressed shoulder to shoulder, sweaty and buzzing with anticipation. I’d barely found space near the middle when he appeared beside me like he’d always been there.

He was tall and good looking. I smiled at him, leaning in close to be heard over the music. “You’re tall.”

He raised his eyebrow and leaned into me further. “Is that a complaint?”

Laughing, I shook my head. “It’s a good thing!” I touched his arm and leaned to see the stage better. I was trying to be casual, but lingered long enough to let him wonder just how casual the evening could be.

The main act started, guitars and drums thrumming through the arena, and the crowd surged forward. I caught herself against his chest, laughing and watching him through my lashes.

“Dangerous spot,” he said.

“You planning to protect me?” I asked, moving to stand directly in front of him. I kept eye contact for a moment before turning back to the stage, moving in time with the music.

As the…

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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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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It started out like any other typical Temptation Tuesday. But then I suddenly remembered! I forgot to order a cake for my nephew’s celebration. He’s graduating from middle school. This is a very important milestone. I’m very proud of him. And I was not about to let him down. So as soon I got off work, I ran my little ass over to Costco as quickly as I could. I made my way over to the bakery and there was a line of people waiting. They were waiting to pick up the cakes they HAD remembered to order. I got in line to wait for my turn to ask if there was any way they could write on one of their premade cakes. As I approached the front of the line, my heart began to race. I was so nervous. They had to say yes. My nephew specifically requested a Costco cake. It’s his favorite.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I was walking through the park when I saw him. He was leaning against a black iron lamp post, looking like he’d been dragged out of a noir film. Trench coat, brooding features, and eyes like shards of obsidian. As I moved past him, he tracked me with his gaze. “You’re going to get soaked,” he said. “I like the rain,” I replied, slowing my pace.

“So do I,” he said with a smirk. The first drop hit, then a dozen more, followed by a sudden, heavy downpour. We both retreated into an empty alcove just as the downpour turned torrential. He gave me a cheeky grin, but wasted no time. When he kissed me, it wasn’t gentle. It was more like a collision of teeth and heat that tasted like impending ruin. His hands found my waist, pulling me so hard against him that I felt the solid line of his cock hardening through his pants.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My friends and I were so excited to go out and celebrate the end of finals. It had been a grueling past couple weeks of too much studying and not enough partying. So we were ready to make up for lost time. I invited my friends over to get ready at my place. So that we could pregame while getting ready together. We got dressed up in our little, short, body hugging clubbing dresses. And we were off to hit the clubs.

The guys were giving us tons of attention. We were getting so many free drinks. It was so much fun. So we decided to continue down to the clubs at the other end of the street. The vibe down there was different. It was quieter, more upscale, more mature. But we were having a good time. So we didn’t care. We just weren’t ready to stop partying. So we walked in. All eyes turned and stared at us. Suddenly we felt so uncomfortable. It was an elegant restaurant filled with very well dressed, older patrons. They were all looking down their noses at us like we were street whores. Compared to how they were dressed, I understood why.

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Working all day long, you deserve a good cock swallowing. Your day is so stressful. You need a warm mouth that can melt away all the stress at night. I have one waiting for you right here.

I’ve been craving the taste of you all day. I’m already on my knees, ready for my meal when you come home. I got addicted to the salty taste of man milk, and you’re my favorite supplier. My mouth waters when I imagine your legs spread in front of me and that throbbing cock standing at attention in my face. The feminine desire to worship your power is overwhelming. Every swollen, sensitive inch deserves to be tickled and tasted. 

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber,” Kevin had whispered. His hands trembled as he knelt on my bistro rug. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll quit my job, I’ll learn to braid your hair, I’ll even stop complaining about the thermostat.” I simply stared at him, with a deep, existential exhaustion. Kevin was a lovely guy. He was a “picker-upper” of dropped grocery bags and a “text-you-back-in-thirty-seconds” kind of soul. But he was also essentially the guy who looked to me for validation every time he successfully navigated a social interaction.

My dating life had become a parade of men who treated me like a fragile porcelain doll placed on a mantle. They were terrified of upsetting me, terrified of taking the lead, and frankly, terrified of the very thing that made a woman’s pulse actually race. Last week, a beta named Marcus had tried to “ask for consent” to hold my hand while we were mid-kiss. My response was to ask if he wanted me to fill out a consent form. He left, feeling insulted. lol

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Prom Makes Daddy Jelly

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I had a blast at prom! My boyfriend and I fucked in the back of his car right in my driveway. I assumed my parents were asleep since it was late and they are old, but Daddy was sitting in his chair when I tiptoed in the door. “Oh, Hi.” I squeaked as he stood up and stormed over to me.

“Is he bigger than me?” Daddy demanded, and I covered my mouth trying not to giggle. Every penis I’d ever seen in my life was bigger than Daddy’s.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I went to a dinner function for work a few weeks back. The function was mostly awards being handed out to various colleagues of mine for their efforts over the last year. My department was a little under represented, with only me and one intern able to make the event. Which wasn’t the worst thing ever, he was great company; if a little young and unsure of himself. Well into the third glass of wine when my name was called to receive an award.

I made my way up to the podium to accept my award, and was struck by the fact that out of all my co-workers, only the intern was present. Plastering a smile on my face, I accepted my award and blinked back bittersweet tears at the thought that I really only had one companion to share this with, and made my way back to the table I shared with my intern.

“Congratulations! You really deserve it.” He smiled at me and patted my shoulder, fingers lingering just a moment longer than was necessary.

“Thanks.” I smiled back and tossed back the last of my wine.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood at the grease-stained counter, twisting my purse strap until my knuckles turned white. Across from me stood Elias Miller, who looked as though he was carved out of rusted scrap metal and bad intentions. He tapped a thick, calloused finger against the invoice for my recent car service.

“That’ll be eight hundred and forty dollars, Amber,” he said. He didn’t look up. He didn’t have to. The silence in the shop was heavy, filled only by the smell of burnt rubber and motor oil. I swallowed hard, as the sudden dryness in my throat made it difficult to breathe. “Elias, I…I don’t have it. Not today. I thought I had another week before payment was due.”

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