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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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Dommy

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Victoria Kate’s other Mommy and Cousin were gone for more obedient training as Victoria Kate stayed home with Mommy Anna. Mommy Anna gave her baby permission to wear a bikini and stay in the backyard because she had been so good lately. As Mommy Anna returned home from shopping, she found Victoria kate in the backyard behaving, this was of course, only because she had confiscated her phone.

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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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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was lingerie night at work. When I first started, my lingerie was more modest than the other girls. I couldn’t believe how little they wore. Some literally wear the skimpiest bras and g-strings. But now I’m basically the same. On this particular night I wore a red bra, and a red g-string with a fitted, stretchy, red lace little dress over them. It barely covered my butt. But you could see everything right through it anyway. And I wore red fishnet thigh high stockings that had red bows on them. I kept catching everyone starring at my ass. It was so busy. I was just trying to keep up with my tables. Then all of a sudden, I noticed that one of my dad’s best friends was there. I wanted to run to the back and hide. But it was too late. He had already seen me. I was mortified. That was exactly what I was afraid of happening. He went to church with us all of my life. He’s married with kids that are now grown. I just knew he was going to be disappointed in me and go tell my dad. But why was he here?

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dishes

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Miss Anna woke up to a house that was displeasing to her taste: It was dusty, there were dishes piling up in the sink, and she could see footprints on her hardwood floor which she absolutely despised. She summoned her Panty Slut, and he came running diligently. She ordered him to put on a pair of panties and get to work.

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loser

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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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Penthouse playdate wasn’t the term I expected to write in my journal the next morning—but when you get invited up by two of the most dangerously attractive people you’ve ever flirted with over champagne, you don’t ask questions… you take the elevator.

It had started as harmless banter at a charity gala—Liam leaning in close, whispering jokes that skimmed the edge of suggestive, and Aurora watching from across the room like she already knew what was about to unfold. The moment they asked if I wanted to join them for a “nightcap upstairs,” my body answered before my lips could.

Liam met me shirtless in jeans, toned and barefoot, confidence radiating off him in waves. Aurora wore a silk robe that slid off her shoulder like it had somewhere better to be. “We were hoping you’d come,” she purred—and I wasn’t sure if she meant come up… or come multiple times. They didn’t waste time. Fingers brushed skin, lips found lips, and suddenly I was wrapped in a heat I hadn’t felt in years. The city lights stretched out endlessly behind us as we melted into a slow, exploratory tangle of hands and mouths. Aurora kissed me while Liam pressed Continue reading “Penthouse Playdate: My First Threesome with a View” →

Cunny

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Sissy Baby Tami was complaining to Mommy Anna that her tummy was rumbling. She had tummy aches. Mommy got worried and decided it was time to see the doctor. Tami said that her Cunny was too tight, so Mommy licked her fingers and tried to shove them inside her baby girl, but the tips barely made it in. ‘’We need to stretch open that Cunny!’’ Mommy Anna said. She got Tami ready and grabbed her diaper bag, and off they went.

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I opened the door to find James standing on the porch, his shoulders slumped slightly. He was a regular, and I knew the signs. His red-rimmed eyes suggested a rough week, and the way he clutched his backpack to his chest told me he was feeling small and vulnerable. “Hey, James,” I said, offering a warm smile. “Come on in. I’ve got your favorite juice box chilling.” He shuffled inside, kicking off his sneakers near the door. The house was carefully curated to be a comforting space. Soft rugs, pastel colors, and a complete absence of sharp edges. It was designed to soothe.

“Rough week?” I asked gently, leading him to the oversized, plush armchair in the living room. He nodded, unable to meet my gaze. “Work’s been awful. My boss is breathing down my neck.” He finally looked up, his eyes filled with distress. “I just… I messed up and forgot a really important email.” “Everyone makes mistakes, James. It’s okay. That’s why we have second chances, and erasers, and…mamas.” I gently stroked his hair. It was soft and fine, not like a grown man’s hair at all. “Tell me about it.”

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