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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Some friends and I have been planning a trip to the coast for spring break. So we decided to go shopping for bathing suits. And there was a new store in the mall that we wanted to check out. So we all met up at the food court then headed over there. Guys were staring at us, so we were playing around and teasing them. But what we weren’t expecting was all the young guys working at the store we went to. It does have stuff for guys too. But it was all guys working there. They were watching us pick out bikinis while whispering and giggling. There were only a few dressing rooms but one was oversized so we decided to just go in that one together. That way we could all try on all the different ones and be able to see them on each other. It was fun. We were figuring out which one of us each bikini looked best on. That’s when we realized that there were some cracks in the curtains and the guys were spying on us. So we decided to give them a show. We were basically giving them strip teases.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

From the very first day of kindergarten, I knew that the institutional setting of the public school system was not for me. I continued to get in trouble because I just wanted to get expelled. My parents thought the answer was an exclusive college prep school. But the only thing I liked about it was the cute little schoolgirl uniforms. Well, let’s put it this way, I made it cute by tying the top under my boobs to expose my midriff. And rolling the waist of the skirt up to hike it up as short as possible. And I got some really cute little patent leather mary jane shoes. Of course they enforce a very strict dress code. Even the classic cable knit knee socks have to be pulled taut, straight, and perfectly cuffed.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, tell me about your day.” Is what I hear every evening as he hands me a drink. He grazes my cheek with his hand and leans in for a kiss as it rests under my chin. I begin to tell him as his hand finds it’s way to my shoulder. He hooks a finger in my spaghetti strap and pulls it down, releasing my tit. Leaning down to tease my nipple with his tongue as he slides a hand up my inner thigh to find my wet and waiting pussy. Mmmmm… I moan as I tell him about watching a huge cock cum for me on cam. I tell him how much it turned me on to watch him fuck himself with his finger and squirt so hard, so much. Then I tell him how he licked it all up for me. By this time he’s sucking on my clit and can’t get his tongue in my pussy or ass far enough. His cock is rock hard as he listens to how I got other men off all day.

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Valentine's Day

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, so I’ve been hearing from all of my lovers. The married ones, especially, have been sending me gifts and money. They think they’re buying silence, but the truth is…they’re not. They’re buying the story they tell themselves in the mirror about how they’re still good men, even though they’re fucking filthy cheaters. And me? I’m the price of that delusion.

A serpentine bracelet, diamonds for scales, emerald eyes. It’s from Michael, the cardiologist. His wife posted a photo this morning of the heart-shaped pancakes she made for him. “My rock, my everything,” the caption read. Michael’s hands, the ones that hold human hearts for a living, were trembling when he clasped this expensive bracelet around my wrist. He wasn’t paying for my affection. He was paying to prove to himself that he could still be reckless, even while being overwhelmed by minivans and mortgage payments.

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groupie slut

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

They say rock & roll is forever. I’m beginning to believe it. They always called me a groupie, but that word felt too small for what I do. I”m more of a reape. Harvesting not souls, but the electric residue of rock & roll. One night. One body. One debt. Tonight’s offering was a shoegaze frontman named Lysander. His cute face was pretty much always obscured by a curtain of bleached hair and disdain.

I’d been waiting for him, all leather and come-hither, by his tour bus. When he emerged from the stage exit, he looked at me but didn’t speak. He just pulled me into the shadows, as his hands clawed at my tight dress like he was exorcising a ghost. We fucked in the alley behind the dumpster because the rest of the band was already in the bus. He bent me over, dress pulled up. His teeth left a half-moon mark on my shoulder. I didn’t flinch. Instead, I let him do it then watched as he smiled and stumbled back to his bus.

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Isabelle (1-844-33-CANDY) #464

The Mile High Club was something I’ve only read about since I’ve wanted to experience it. As the older man with silver temples guided me toward the cramped airplane lavatory, I knew this was happening. He’d been watching me since boarding. His gaze was bold and appreciative. When he’d passed my seat, he leaned down to whisper, ” Join me in five minutes if you’re adventurous”.

Now locked in the tiny space. His mouth was on my neck, smelled like whiskey and mint as his lips pressed against mine. I could feel his hard dick through his expensive trousers, thick and insistent against my belly. “I’ve wanted to bend you over since I saw you boarding”. He growled, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. I moaned as he put his hand over my mouth, as the other one was in my panties, his experienced fingers finding my clit immediately.”Turn around,” he commanded.”Hands on the sink”.

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Sexy Snow Storm

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Some friends and I decided to hunker down and weather the storm together. We thought the idea of turning it into a party would make the three days go by faster. None of us wanted to be snowed in for days alone. So we got a lot of games, snacks, planned on cooking together, watching movies, and just having a good time. Once everyone got there, we started making drinks. And before we knew it, we were all playing games and having a great time.

Then all of a sudden, we lost power. We were screwed. All we had was candles. We had no other heat source. So we decided to just bundle up, light every candle in the house, and keep playing games. Luckily, we had already made lots of food to keep us warm. At least for a while. But it began to get colder and colder. Most of the time we would play strip poker and other games of the sort that would require clothing removal. But this time, it was reverse strip poker. We were adding layers to try to keep warm. Before long we were all bundling up together.

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Isabelle 1844-33-CANDY Ext 464

I spent the whole day teasing my neighbor like the slutty bratty girl that I am in my tiny bikini and cut-off shorts as I garden. The way he kept “accidentally” walking by as I kept bending over as I was pulling the weeds was adorable. His wife was home too, which made it even more deliciously naughty.

Tonight I’m feeling particularly bratty and decided to wear my shortest skirt with no panties to the corner bar. keeps looking down when I “accidentally” drop my napkin, and I slowly bend down to pick it up. I’ve already gotten three free drinks in an hour; I swear I’m the luckiest.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 ext 457

Right as I was about to doze off, I heard someone unlocking my front door. Only two people have the key to my front door, my landlord and my uncle. Once inside, he yelled “Your rent is past due Rachel”. While that sounds like something my landlord would say, I could tell that it was my uncle’s voice. And besides, that’s not the way Brent Sterling handles things. For all I know, I could probably live here rent free. After all, I am fucking my married landlord. But I made a deal with my uncle. He will pay my rent if I stay in school and let him do whatever he wants with me sexually whenever he wants to. So he usually shows up unexpectedly and unannounced. Last time he caught me with Mr. Martin. He wasn’t too happy about it. So he had his way with Mr. Martin. And Mr. Martin went along with it because he didn’t want to take a chance that my uncle might say something to Mrs. Martin. I heard footsteps, then saw my uncle’s figure standing in the doorway.

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ass eating

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

There’s just something about the way he eats my ass. He doesn’t actually EAT it. He just licks. Nibbles. Presses his mouth around my hole like he’s trying to hoover it. His tongue traces the entrance. His teeth graze the delicate skin. Not a bite. Never that. Not yet. But close. Close enough to make me shiver. Perhaps it’s warning. Or a promise. He calls it my peach. Says I taste just like one. Sugar and sun, with a secret tang underneath.

I hate that I like the word. Peach. He doesn’t say it in a sweet way. It sounds more like hunger. Like something clawing at the dark. The way his hands tighten on my hips when I arch toward him, wordless, desperate. The way his breath hitches as if he’s losing control, when in truth, I’m the one unraveling.

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