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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Our potent little jar of moon-kissed herbs and dewdrop essence sat between us on the worn oak table. The “magic salve,” as we called it, was a concoction born of generations of hedgewitch wisdom, designed not just to heal the skin, but to awaken the spirit. Beside it, our broomsticks lay ready. Not the bristly kind for sweeping the hearth, mind you, but slender, polished hazel branches, each one unique, chosen and carefully prepared for this very purpose.

With a shared, knowing smile, Kayla and I began the ritual. Dipping the tips of our broomsticks into the shimmering, emerald green salve, we coated them generously. The scent was earthy patchouli, sweet jasmine, and something wilder, like fresh rain on ancient moss. Then, with a slow, deliberate grace, we inserted our broomsticks into our dripping wet pussies, pulling and pushing them in and out of our fuck holes as we moaned with pleasure, ensuring all of the salve

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I Love Fall!

Posted 2 weeks ago by Julie

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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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” →

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My high school boyfriend and I met at the beginning of our sophomore year. We were so in love and couldn’t get enough of each other. When we met, we were both virgins. We would kiss and make out behind the school building whenever we got a chance. But usually all we could do was play with each other under the desks. We would feel each other, on the outside of our clothes. It was so exciting to feel how hard he would get in his jeans. I rubbed him, and he loved it. It would make me so wet and horny. So I decided to start wearing things that would give him easier access. But it was really for my own pleasure. I started wearing short little skirts. That way he could actually put his hand under them and play with me through my panties. Then one day it happened. He made me cum. When I looked over at him, he looked amazed at the fact that I was cumming. His face turned bright red, and he started sweating profusely. I felt his cock get harder than a rock. Then he started cumming so hard. His jeans were drenched.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stretch out on the wet grass, my skirt hiked up around my hips. The scent of my moistened panties wafts up, a heady aroma that excites me. I toss my head back, relishing the cool air against my heated skin as I part my thighs.

These are my favorite moments, when I’m alone and can indulge in my secret desires. I’m not ashamed of the perverse cravings that drive me, the urge to expose my most intimate secrets to those who crave them as much as I do.

My fingers dance along the elastic waistband, slipping beneath to tease the damp fabric. I breathe in deeply, the musky scent of my arousal mingling with the earthy tang of the grass.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I had always wanted laser hair removal. But it’s very expensive so I didn’t know if I would ever be able to get it. Then one slow afternoon at work, I met him. I didn’t know that he owned a laser hair removal company. We were just talking about a lot of different stuff. Then he told me that he appreciated me spending time with him. And that he wanted to treat me to a lifetime membership of complete full body hair removal. I couldn’t believe it. It was a dream come true. Or so I thought.

I opted out of the numbing cream because I didn’t think I would need it. But I was wrong. My eyes were covered with protective glasses so I couldn’t see anything. The further up my legs she got, the more it hurt. I asked her to stop. And I told her that I needed numbing cream but she just kept going faster. I felt her fingers spread my pussy lips open. She was pushing on my clit with one as she lasered up and down my lips. With each pop of the laser, my clit got harder. It hurt so good.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I love pussy hair Julie. It’s such a turn on. I love how it looks, how it feels, how it smells, how it tastes. It’s an addiction, a fetish. I just can’t get enough. But the problem is that these days so many women wax or shave their pussy hair. Or they get permanent hair removal. I don’t understand it. I know. To each their own. But I just don’t get this modern trend. I would love to go back to the seventies. Everyone had big, thick, musky bushes. I miss those good old days.” He confessed.

So I decided to give him what he had been needing and longing for. He told me that he hadn’t been able to enjoy pussy hair in so many years. His wife had gotten permanent hair removal several years ago, even though he had asked her not to. And his mistress gets waxed regularly. She wasn’t open to allowing it to grow out either. The poor guy just wanted to bury his face in a bush. I had a plan. I was going to grow some out for him. But it was going to be a surprise. So I didn’t tell him.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, what should I do?” Those words just kept playing over and over again, through my head. We had fallen hard for each other. I had known each him for quite some time. But after his wife broke his heart, one thing led to another. And our professional relationship crossed the line. I was in deep. He had invited me to a luxury beachfront resort for the weekend. I couldn’t believe that he had gotten us a private cabana! We were having the most amazing evening. Dinner at the rooftop restaurant was so romantic. Then we took a quick dip in the private pool. We had to quickly retreat back into our cabana and our personal hot tub because of his raging boner. And before I knew it, the hot tub jets were sending me into complete ecstasy. That’s when all of a sudden, he asked if we could talk about his fetish. I had completely forgotten about his fetish! It’s as if my brain was on rewind and I saw it all over again. Our whirlwind romance had clouded my mind with too much dopamine. But he had indeed mentioned a fetish.

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Sister Trance

Posted 2 months ago by Writer

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Bethany 1 844- 33- CANDY ext 260

I know I had a little too much when I started grinding on my own sister. After about 5 or 6 shots we were off with  a bang, Dancing, grinding, and touching all over each other on the dance floor. She was so hot though really, younger sexy me. Sister love. She has this booty that don’t quit, with legs to match. So, there we are, tipsy and twerking on each other at the night club. We were really feeling the vibe, and the beat to the music took us into a trance.

We were a little handsy with each other that night. I grabbed her tight firm ass , clutching it very hard. I spanked her all over the dance floor. Her skirt was around her waste by the time the club closed.

Several strangers tried to intervene by shoving their way in between us, but that move was honestly a no-go. We couldn’t keep our hand off each other. The way she moved, was like a sweet divine being in the clouds. Our movements were perfectly in twine with one another. She was absolutely gorgeous. We were in a sister Trance.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, what should I do?”

He was broken. She cheated on him and then left him. He had taken care of her for years. She wanted to stay home with the kids. He worked long hours to support her lifestyle. And even though the marriage was sexless, he never would have thought of cheating on her. I don’t know what she was thinking. He was the best husband anyone could dream of. He’s intelligent, funny, successful, compassionate, and sexy as fuck. I could go on and on. He’s everything!

He confessed that he’s had a huge crush on me since we first met. And he asked me out to dinner. I told him that I would be honored. He’s an amazing person. I respect and adore him. I’ve become very protective of him. And I want to prevent him from feeling any sadness if at all possible.

He brought me a dozen blush pink roses, my favorite! They were absolutely gorgeous and smelled so good. I proudly displayed them right in the middle of my kitchen island.

We pulled up to the valet, and they all knew him by name. It was obvious they genuinely like and respect him.

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