Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

The Halloween party started to turn really wicked when I headed to the storage room. The staff was pretty overwhelmed. So I was just trying to help out. The bar needed to be replenished. So I headed downstairs and down the long, dark hallway. That’s when I realized that I was being followed by the Grim Reaper. I had seen him around the party, but I had no idea who he was. I should’ve just asked him if I could help him. But he was really freaking me out. The faster I walked, the faster he walked. My heart was racing. Suddenly I realized that I didn’t have my phone. And the music was so loud upstairs that no one would be able to hear me scream. I hadn’t even told anyone that I was going down to the storage room. It felt like I couldn’t get to the door fast enough. But when I finally did, I got in and locked the door behind me as quickly as possible. I had never been that scared in my life. It felt like I was in there forever just waiting for him to leave. And I hadn’t heard a peep.

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Cuck Conquests

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I carefully orchestrated opportunities for my new boyfriend to witness my infidelity. I’d invite my conquests over for dinner, making sure he caught a glimpse of them walking up our driveway or lingering in our backyard. The look of anguish on his face was music to my ears, fueling my desire to push him further into despair.

I’d take my lovers to intimate gatherings he’d planned, savoring the jealous glares he sent my way. Our sex life became a battleground, with me alternating between tenderness and cruelty, keeping him perpetually off balance. I reveled in the power I held, knowing that beneath his bravado, he was slowly losing his grip on the relationship.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was Hallowe’en night. Outside, the mortal world celebrated with plastic masks and cheap candy. But I craved a real thrill, a true terror. I had spent seven Hallowe’ens trying to communicate with spirits, but to no avail. Tonight, I wasn’t summoning a familiar; I was calling something hungry from the deepest trench of the underworld.

My voice, raw and aching, delivered the final incantation: “Come, Shade of the Forgotten. Taste me, for I am willing.” The candles—tallow dipped in fat—did not flicker. They simply vanished, plunging the room into absolute, freezing darkness. Then, almost instantly, he materialized. He wasn’t a sheet or a spectral mist. He was the perfect, sculpted embodiment of shadow, a man stitched together from cosmic cold and palpable malevolence.

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Who Was He?

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Who was he? I had to know. He was so mysterious. I had never seen him at the club before. He must be a brand new member, I thought to myself. I was so intrigued. He was sitting in a back corner. It was really dark. I couldn’t even really see his face. All I could really see was a figure. I could tell that he was very well dressed in a nice suit. But I couldn’t even tell what color it was. Why was I so drawn to him? That usually doesn’t happen. We have so many well dressed, charismatic, charming, distinguished members. It’s very rare for me to feel this way about any of them. He was making me feel so tingly all over. As I danced, I kept staring, just hoping to get a good glimpse of him. I was so into the dance and feeling so good. Then I slipped deep into fantasy. I was fantasizing about giving him a private dance. Feeling his hard cock against my ass through those exquisite, wool/silk blend slacks made me so wet. I reached down to play with my pussy with one hand….

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I went to a crazy college party over the weekend. You’ll never believe what happened. First of all, I couldn’t believe that the party was across the street from the Becketts. The Becketts are my professor and his wife. I started wondering if they knew my friend’s parents. And I started getting worried that they may tell them that their son had a party while they were out of town. I even worried that they may have their phone number. But I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want any questions asked about how I know where the Becketts live. I haven’t told anyone about my naughty little relationship with them last year. No one knew I was doing things with him in order to pass his class. Then his wife found out and got involved. I thought that was all in the past. But sure enough, he ended up having to step in for the professor that was going to teach the class I’m taking this year. And they invited me over for dinner a couple of weeks ago. That’s when Mrs. Beckett pulled me aside, slid her hand up my thigh….

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

We’d been flirting for weeks. I pulled open the door, a smile already playing on my lips. Evan stood there, shorter than me by a few inches, his dark hair a little rumpled, eyes crinkling at the corners. He was cute, undeniably, with an effortless charm that hid a surprising intensity. I always had a soft spot for guys I could look down on, literally. There was a confidence in him that transcended stature, and it was utterly captivating.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a low rumble that always sent a shiver down my spine. “Hey yourself,” I replied, stepping back to let him in. We didn’t bother with small talk. His gaze locked onto mine, a silent conversation passing between us that rendered words obsolete. His hands found my waist, warm and firm, pulling me closer until my body was flush against his. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his mouth descended, hungry and urgent. It was everything I’d imagined, and more.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was the first day of class with my naughty professor. I wasn’t sure what to expect. But he wasn’t acting weird at all. So I thought maybe we can just move forward and put all of the crazy stuff that happened last year behind us. I was so relieved when the bell rang, and he went about his business. Then right as I was approaching the door, I heard him yell my name. My heart sank and I froze. For a minute, I contemplated just acting like I didn’t hear him. But I knew that would just make things more difficult for myself. So I turned around and walked over to his desk. That’s when I couldn’t believe my ears. He told me that his wife wanted to make dinner for me because they just wanted the three of us to have a fresh start. Whew, that was a huge relief. I happily agreed to join them for dinner.

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I Love Fall!

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I was so excited to volunteer at this year’s Fall Festival! Fall is my favorite time of year. The crisp cool mornings and evenings. All of the colorful fall leaves. The aphrodisiac smell of cinnamon sweets baking in the oven. The excitement of Halloween approaching. All of the festive fall décor. And the coziness of snuggling up with a great movie on a cold Autumn night. I love it all! So when Mr. Covington personally asked me if I would like to help out with the Fall Fest this year, I was honored! He owns the venue and organizes the event every year.

When I arrived, Mr. Covington asked me to help him in the pumpkin patch and corn maze. He wanted my opinion on where to place the bales of hay for resting areas along the maze. He was making sure everyone made it through while I was taking pictures of kids, pets, and families in the pumpkin patch. After it was over, he asked me to walk through the maze to check for any lost belongings or anything else.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

A black leather jacket, worn just right, hugged his wide shoulders. Dark jeans, heavy boots. His hair was long, pulled back in a knot, and he had a look in his eyes that said he knew things I didn’t. A scar cut a thin line through his eyebrow. He was a bad man, I thought. And my stomach twisted with a strange, dark excitement.

He didn’t look at anyone else. His eyes, dark like midnight, found mine across the room. A slow, knowing smile reached his lips. My heart, which had been so bored just moments ago, started to beat against my ribs. I didn’t smile back, just held his gaze like a silent dare.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The casino is all glitter and noise on the surface–flashing lights, endless laughter, the clink of glasses and chips. But tonight, I wasn’t interested in the surface. I wanted what waits in the shadows. I wanted to see what was behind the casino walls.

There’s a door most people never notice, tucked into a corner where the music softens. I slipped through it, heart racing, heals clicking softly against the marble floor. The door was so tight, my dress caught on the plaster wall and tore. I ripped at it and small hole formed. I rubbed at the fabric between my fingers to see if it would continue to tear as the night went on. A little piece of thread floated out of the hole, so I tore at that but it made the tear larger. I hurried down the corridor to the last door and pushed my way through. Continue reading “Behind the Casino Walls”