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Here is the link to Macrame Obsession Part 1 https://phonesexcandy.com/macrame-obsession/#more-113988

The fan hitting my white sweat drenched dress was making my nipples hard. And the way it clung on to every curve of my body made it impossible to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. To make things worse, I was so aroused by watching the instructor tie the knots, that I wasn’t learning how to do it. And now he was calling us up one at a time to test us on the different knots. I was mortified. My heart was racing. The only thing I could do was hope that I could see enough of the students do them that I learned how before my turn. I was trying so hard to pay attention but their backs were towards us so it was hard to see. And the knots were very confusing to me. I was so screwed. When he called my name, I knew everyone could see right through my dress. But at that point, it was my only hope. I thought maybe if I flirted with him, he would go easy on me. But I was wrong. He was not amused.

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Auntie Anna was invited to a family reunion. The only reason she RSVP’d was because she knew her naughty nephew would be there.She made sure to put on her sluttiest dress and come accompanied by her husband. When she arrived, her panties became soaked just at the thought of seeing her nephew.

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Lake house

Posted 6 days ago by Sawyer

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Every summer my family and I go to our lake house. It’s always been my favorite part of summer. The cool summer breeze, the grilling,  the nightly bonfires. It never got old. I would play with the neighbor kids and I never wanted the day to end. Every summer there used to be so innocent. Summer of 2025 was way different than any summer I’ve ever had at the

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I just discovered a new obsession with macrame. So when I saw a macrame plant hanger class, I had to sign up. I imagined a group of older ladies. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Most of the people taking the class were in their twenties and thirties, including a few guys.There was a handful of women in their forties and fifties. But the biggest shocker of all was the teacher. I assumed a macrame plant hanger class would be taught by an older hippie woman. That’s what I get for assuming. The teacher looked like one of those male models on the cover of a romance novel. You know the type. Tall, tanned, and muscular with long sunbleached golden hair blowing in the wind. Well, in this case it was getting blown by the fan. But you know what I mean.

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Mistress Anna took on a new Sissy Slut.She was so slutty, and yet delicate. She was sure to break her in. She asked her what her name was. But Mistress Anna decided to call her Missy. Little Sissy, Slutty Missy!

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Daddy’s Girl

Posted 2 weeks ago by Sawyer

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There’s something incredibly exciting about having a daddy tell me what and when to do something. All I want to do is please him even when it’s not something I want to do. He could force me to do anything and I would still have a smile on my face. 

People often think the appeal is about obedience, as a daddy’s girl I think it’s about getting my pussy filled. If daddy wants it I’m giving it to him. It’s about knowing that Daddy takes charge, and there is no such word as no in the dictionary when he is around.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

While I was wandering through the lingerie section, looking for something sexy and fun, I glanced up and saw a cute young man, following a tall smoke show a few aisles away. Something about the way the young man followed the other around screamed ‘Just Married.’ I smirked to myself. How delicious would it be to corrupt him. I picked out a few sets and moved towards the dressing room; I waited to enter, watching the couple until I was sure they’d be close enough for me to implement my plan.

I took the room closest to the entrance and stripped down, donning the lingerie as quickly as I could; then stood listening at the door. “Wait here. I’ll be trying these on.” I could hear the model, she was too good looking to not be a model. I heard her walk past my stall, opening doors until she found an empty room. Once I heard her door close, I opened mine and made eye contact with the young man who was waiting for her.

I smiled and stepped forward. “Hey, I need a second opinion. Do you think this looks good on me?” I half turned to show my back… Continue reading “Lingerie Shopping” →

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was invited to a bohemian style wedding. And I knew just the place to find the perfect dress. Gypsy’s Vintage Boutique. It was perfect timing because Gypsy has been asking me to come back to play with her and her husband Nomad. If I can get a free dress, even better. After all, when I met them during the spring hailstorm, she promised. She told me that I could have a free vintage wardrobe if I keep getting Nomad’s dick hard. It was the first time he had gotten hard in years. Gypsy had tried everything. (I included the links to the spring hailstorm at the bottom of this blog).
She told me to be there after they closed so we could have the store to ourselves. When I got there, once again, the mood was set with burning incense, herbal tea, and funky instrumental music playing in the background. But this time she had curated a whole rack of dresses for me to try on. She had everything set up right there, not in a dressing room. They were going to be my audience. That was obviously planned on purpose to get Nomad aroused. But……

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I never expected to be attracted to my stepson, but I suppose stranger things have happened. It all started one evening when it was just the two of us at home. I decided to open a bottle of red and gave him a few sips as a treat, while we sat on the patio in our yard. Every time he leaned in to say something to me, his cologne made my pulse jump in a way that felt entirely forbidden and wildly addictive. Thankfully, my husband had no idea I was lusting after his son.

There was a thrill in the air that made my skin prickle with anticipation, as if I were a character in a movie who had finally decided to ignore the script and improvise the most scandalous scene in the entire film. He seemed to get the hint and flirted with me a little, which only made things feel more intense. He looked at me with a mixture of raw curiosity and unabashed admiration, and for a fleeting moment, I forgot about things like mortgages, career stress, and the boring weight of parental responsibility.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

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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