Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468
I have a secret, and I’m finally ready to share it.
My family and the people in my small town think I’m this sweet, innocent southern belle—the kind of girl they’re proud of, the one who smiles politely and keeps everything proper. To them, I’m still that untouched, well-behaved girl they’ve always believed I am.
But deep down, I know there’s more to me than that. Continue reading “A Southern Secret: Curiosity Behind the Sweet Smile”
Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
I have a thing for older men. It’s been this way for quite some time now, and while I keep this secret from the world, I can’t escape my own intrusive thoughts. Recently, they have been about My Boyfriend’s Dad. I’m sure you can imagine, this is a conundrum. I don’t know when it happened, but the more time I spent at my boyfriend’s house, the more keenly aware of his father I had become. It started with the way he laughed, then I started to notice his alpha-take-charge demeanor. The way his work slacks hugged his ass didn’t hurt, either.
My Boyfriend’s Dad also has a noticeably large cock. Sometimes I think he dresses the way he does just so that I will notice. In the age of the internet, every person that has reached sexual maturity knows there are certain things men and women wear to catch the gaze of the other sex. Like when I came over last weekend to watch the game with them, and this man opened the door without a shirt on, wearing the most deliciously fitted pair of grey sweatpants I have ever seen. There’s no way he didn’t notice me staring.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
I was at home in the kitchen, thinking about cooking when my brother Matt came in. He told me him and his friends were watching exotic porn where the girls were masturbating using all kinds of food. He leaned in and whispered something in my ear. I said, “You want to film me doing what to myself?” Matt wanted me to choke on a banana and stick a huge cucumber up my pussy.
Now, I’ve had fun with food before, but we are talking about banana split type food all OVER my body, nothing ever inside, but it sounded intriguing. I agreed. If I was going to stuff food inside me, I might as well lay down on the kitchen table. Eat me baby! Not only did Matt want to film everything, but he also wanted to participate.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Henry’s eyes flickered behind the spreadsheets and quarterly reports. Until, inevitably, he received another annoying text from his on/off girlfriend, Kelly, who was angry that he was at the office on a Saturday. “You shouldn’t put up with that,” I said, flatly. “She knows you’re working this weekend. Why does she have to start a fight with you about it?”
He stared at his laptop. “She’s my girlfriend,” he finally muttered, as if the definition mattered more than the drama. I leaned forward and the scent of my strawberry perfume wrapped around the table. I was furious that, yet again, Kelly had a burr up her ass and wanted to make Henry pay for it. Not to mention the fact that it had been a long, sexless winter for me and I was ready and willing to help him forget all about that bitch.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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”.