Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Work was so hectic and all I wanted was to take a hot bubble bath and relax. Instead, I found you on my bed waiting for me. “Look at you, all wrapped up nicely for me,” I said. “I think I have a few ideas for us. Slowly unwrap my present and worship me.” You sat down in the recliner in the corner of my room which was the perfect spot to admire me. You unwrapped your little weewee and started playing with it, almost massaging it. If it’s a show you wanted, it’s a show I’ll give you.

I acted as if you weren’t around, and I was preparing to take a shower. First, I rested my stilettos up on the bed, taking them off one at a time. Then I slowly and softly ran my hands up my legs so I could reach up under my skirt and take off my stockings. I unzipped my skirt from behind, slid my thumbs in them and slowly pulled down the skirt, wiggling from side to side.

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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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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Who doesn’t love a nice, strong pair of hands? I can’t even count the number of guys I’ve been with that have finger fucked me over the years. The worst experience was with a guy who was a jack of all trades and constantly worked with his hands. He knew how to use his fingers, don’t get me wrong, but they were rough and callused, and that doesn’t feel great with the sensitive, smooth skin on my pussy.

Fast forward to my date from last night. It was a blind date that a friend set up, but I was feeling adventurous. After dinner, we took it back to my place and watched some movies on the couch, but it wasn’t the movies we were interested in. He told me he won best finger fuck and fastest cum back in high school, and I was excited to see if he was right.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Some babies are good, and some are bad. Some want to be good but just can’t help being bad. While I’m all-consuming and incredibly powerful, my talents are limited by distance. Sure, I can dole out discipline like the next Mommy, but I have to rely on the baby to carry it out with the same firmness and ruthlessness as I would if I were able to do it myself. As you can imagine, it’s much more helpful when I have a helping hand.

The other day, Baby Riley surprised me with a babysitter! He told me she was new to diapering babies and wanted to learn. She’d read my blogs and watched my Twitter, so she had an idea of how to humiliate bad boys, but there is nothing I love more than teaching another woman how to own a diaper bitch.

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If It Turns Her On

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You don’t want to, but it doesn’t matter. Only her pleasure counts. If it turns her on to watch you suck a cock, then open your fucking mouth.

“I’m not gay!” It doesn’t matter. “I don’t like cock.” No one asked.

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Between My Sole

Between My Sole

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I lounged against the side of the couch with my sexy feet just off the edge. The naked slave with his hands cuffed behind his back rubbed his aching erection against my nylon calves. “Please, Goddess.” His words were muffled by the hooded mask he wore. I continued to scroll through my phone, ignoring his desperate pleas and drippy cock.

His hips turned to drag his shaft down toward my ankle, and I pointed my toes. Causing a gap between the heel of my stocking-covered foot and the sole of my slutty high heel. The horny toy took advantage immediately. Sliding his wet cock head into the silky opening.

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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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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was a nice evening, and I’ve been busting my ass with work, so I thought I deserved a little TLC. This new kinky singles massage club looked enticing. I was waiting in line to get in, and I saw this gorgeous sexy guy sporting a pink crop top.

I started talking to him and we both got in at the same time which meant we got our massages together. There were tables set up and massage oils laying around. I wanted some sensual lavender vanilla; it got me so horny and worked up.

Next, he picked out a coffee scent which opened up the pores, and it was such a manly scent. The hormones were flowing and I couldn’t help myself. I walked closer to him and ran my hands up and down his body. I said, “I love it when you wear crop tops, makes it so much easier to put my hands up your shirt.”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I’ve always had crushes on my bosses at work, sometimes even my female bosses. The power that they have is so seductive to me. But this story is about my male boss, Mark. He had a cabin up in the mountains that he invited me out to, and I jumped at the chance. Being alone with my smoking hot boss in a secluded mountain cabin? Sign me up!

Mark sent a car to my house after work to pick me up and bring me back to his house, so we could ride up together. It was a bit confusing, yes, a lot of driving. I met up with Mark, and we took his Jeep, and he drove us, which was a four-hour drive in the evening. It wasn’t too long; I had great company.

All of a sudden he said, “pull your pants down and touch yourself for me.” I looked at him, completely shocked but surprisingly turned on and said, “you’re driving!” He didn’t care, so I did what he asked. I can be such a dirty little slut sometimes.

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Isabelle 1844-33-candy ext 464

More than anything, I need the bound feeling of the rough hemp biting into my soft skin. I cherish that intense moment when the rope tightens, leaving me immobile and entirely at the trigger’s mercy. My breath catches as the first knot ensnares me in a web of sweet restraint and dark longing. It’s a dizzying high, knowing that I am helpless, fully exposed, and entirely vulnerable to whatever twisted pleasure comes next.

There’s something addicting about being wrapped up tight, every knot a tease, every pull of the rope a reminder that I’m not the one in control, even when I pretend I am. That tension between obedience and defiance, that’s the fun part of the play, I’ll provoke just enough, twist, and pout, maybe talk back, but only see what it takes to make him pull the rope tighter.

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