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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Is this my payback? As if I weren’t already dealing with enough. I get into a car accident. FML. WTF? I can’t let my parents find out. They will be so mad. I feel like they will take my car. I need it and it’s still drivable. But it’s in their name and so is the insurance. I know my parents feel like I’m the worst. My sister and brother never caused them as much stress as I have. So I begged the guy that I hit not to call the cops. He was so mad at me. But he agreed. Because I told him that my parents would take care of everything. I didn’t know what else to do. Now I’m panicked because he’s demanding my parents’ phone number. And he’s saying he’s going to sue me if it doesn’t get taken care of ASAP. I was trying to buy some time. So I told him that my parents wanted to come talk to him. But now he’s expecting my parents. And I’m going to show up alone. I have no idea how I’m going to get myself out of this one.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Howdy guys, I’m back with another wild story from college life. Last weekend, I got London Bridged at this crazy party over at the grad student dorms. I mean, I’m still a sophomore but my friend Lucy’s older sis is in the grad program, so she hooked us up.

The minute we walked in, I was vibing the energy – sick beats, people dancing, beer pong tables set up everywhere. Lucy grabbed us some Natty Lites from the keg stand and we made our way into the crowd. I was feeling hawt in this tiny crop top and booty shorts combo.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

 I love my place, but like any building, sometimes things need a little TLC. Fortunately for me, I  discovered I have condo maintenance with benefits. Recently, my toilet started acting up, so I put in a request for maintenance. I was expecting some gruff old handyman, but ohhh was I pleasantly surprised…

The doorbell rang and there I was, feeling extra frisky in just my lacy red bra and matching panties. I swung open the door to reveal a tall, lean young man who looked like he just stepped out of Abercrombie & Fitch. “Hi there, I’m Jake from condo maintenance,” he said, cheeks flushing as his eyes went wide. I smiled and purred, “Well hello there, handsome. I’m Diana. Come on in.”

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

By day three of the music festival, my nerves were charred. Everything and everyone was just fucking annoying. I wanted to go home early, but my boyfriend’s favorite band was closing out the festival, and he wouldn’t budge. He dragged me to the drink tent and promised to keep me pleasantly buzzed until it was time to go.

Drink in hand, we pushed our way through the throngs of people to find somewhere to enjoy the final day. The shorts I had packed were too short to be comfortable, really riding up my ass, and the knotted seam was grinding on my clit. Being horny and annoyed isn’t a Francie combo you want to play with. Being an ass man, he kept grabbing at my exposed cheeks as we swayed to the music. Normally, I’d be down for that, but as I said, I was in such a bad mood. Finally, after the fifth time I slapped his hand away, he took the hint and took a few steps away from me. He was letting me be miserable in my own little bubble.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

CJ is a sweet ABDL most of the time, but sometimes? Sometimes, he morphs into a tiny, tantrum-throwing tornado with a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. Today was one of those days. It all started with the beach. Sunshine, sand, the promise of melting ice cream – what’s not to love, right? Well, apparently, my decision to prioritize, oh, I don’t know, grocery shopping and laundry over sandcastles wasn’t exactly met with joyous applause. More like a symphony of whining that quickly escalated into words I definitely didn’t teach him.

Now, I’m a reasonable person. I believe in second chances, in using your words, in deep breaths. So, I gave him a warning. A stern one. The “Mommy is not playing around” kind of warning. Did it work? Nope. Instead, the verbal volcano erupted again, this time spewing a fresh batch of colorful language directed right at yours truly. So, yeah, I spanked him. Did I enjoy it? Of course not. But sometimes, a little tangible consequence is the only language this guy understands.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Drinking on control was the game. The forbidden cocktail of power and pleasure. It started with a clink of ice in a glass—innocent enough. Sweet. Fizzy. Just a little too pink. But tonight wasn’t about innocence. He told me to drink. I didn’t ask what was in it. That was the game. Consent whispered in the background of every command, every glance, every touch. I had agreed long before the first sip. The rules were known. The limits were drawn. Safe words tucked neatly behind my teeth, just in case.

The liquid slid down my throat like silk, warmth blooming in my chest. One drink became two. My cheeks flushed. Body loosened up. Thoughts, always so sharp and defiant, started to melt into something… pliable. He watched. Always watching. “You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?” he asked, fingers curling around my jaw. I nodded, unable to lie. My body was betraying me—in the most delicious way. Every sensation was amplified. Every word he spoke sent shivers across my skin.

He made me stand. Made me bend. Made me stay. The room spun slowly, like a carousel of lust. His voice was the only anchor I had, commanding and calm, telling

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I received the most interesting letter today from one of my favorite submissives! I hope you enjoy reading about how he craves being my sissyslut whore!

“My dear Mistress Diana,

I come to you today full of yearning and desperation. Beneath the façade of the strong, confident man I must be, a submissive, aching need has been growing and consuming me. I am so tired of always having to be in charge, of never being able to truly let go and surrender control. My job demands a leader, but my body and soul cry out to be led.

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No Taboo

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

No limit taboo calls with extra kinky boys are always the highlight of my nights. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never liked having limits put on anything I’m doing in life. Especially my sex life. If you stifle someone’s sexual imagination and creativity, it’s a really good way to break their spirit.

I’d NEVER want to do that to someone just because of what they’re into sexually. That’s why no limit taboo sessions are so important to me. You can’t go wrong when you and your partner tap into your deepest, darkest, and most twisted fantasies together.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Lately, I’ve been feeling really bratty. Like, constantly bratty. I just can’t help myself – being a brat turns me on so much. I love pushing daddy’s buttons, seeing how far I can go before he finally loses his cool. It’s so hot.

So the other day, I decided to really test daddy’s patience. I waited until he got home from work, then I sauntered out of my room wearing the skimpiest little outfit – a cropped t-shirt that barely covered my tits and these itty-bitty booty shorts. I knew it would drive him wild seeing me dressed like such a slutty schoolgirl.

“Hey daddy,” I purred, twirling in front of him. “Like what you see?”

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Hot Tour Guide

Posted 7 months ago by Roxy

Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I couldn’t believe how hot our tour guide was. The girls and I had planned a much needed vacay. We work long, late hours. Always pleasing others is so draining. We need time to rest, relax and replenish. So we like to take girl’s trips every few months. This was our “spring fling”. Our tour guide scheduled manis, pedis, body wraps, waxes, sauna/cold plunge, massages, facials, yoga, and more. We pamper ourselves so we can be at our best for our clients.

We were greeted by a beautiful boy. Sun bleached highlights, golden tan, chiseled physique, ocean blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I work around all kinds of men. I’m not bashful. But his perfection made me blush. He actually made me nervous. It was not like me at all to feel this way around a man. But he really got to me for some reason. The feeling must have been mutual because he was watching me when we were lying out at the pool. I found myself wondering about him. He seemed to only work mornings. I was so curious about what else he did. Did he have another job or business? Or maybe he was a student.

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