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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.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404 ☏☏☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna and Sexy little Sister Amber were downstairs talking in the kitchen. Amber went upstairs to grab her new lingerie set and show Mommy Anna, but when she entered her room she gasped: There she found their bad little frilly socks boy! He stole Amber’s pantyhose and her frilly socks and was trying them on in front of the mirror.
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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
Mommy’s going to take really good care of you this evening. You’re getting to be such a good boy these days. Let’s start with a nice warm bath. I take off your shirt and bottoms, including your dirty diaper. You step into the bathtub and sit down, relaxing in the warm water. Now it’s time to bathe you little one.
I grab the bath sponge and soap it up and run it over your back and front, making sure to clean it all. I get your little arms and little legs all clean. Last but certainly not least, I clean your little peepee and make sure to soap it up real nice. I know you love the way your little peepee feels when I clean and massage it.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I’ve spent countless nights convincing loser betas that I was the answer to all their problems. I had mastered the art of making them believe that I was the only one who truly understood them. They would pour their hearts out to me and tell me all about their boring jobs, their lackluster love lives and their overall sense of inadequacy.
And I would listen, nodding sympathetically, all the while thinking about how they’re nothing more than pussy-free losers with zero hope in finding a girlfriend, or even a one-night stand for that matter, and how I was going to manipulate them into funding my next shopping spree or vacation. I mean, let’s be real, these guys were losers and they knew it. They were desperate for attention. And I was more than happy to provide that attention, for a price of course!
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I’ve always been a Daddy’s girl. But now I realize that I always will be. From the time I was very young, I’ve always been attracted to older men. I never ever had any interest in boys my own age. They are so immature. It feels like they are my brothers. I need a man, a real man. I love for a Daddy to take over and have his way with me. I don’t know why, but it feels so satisfying when a Daddy uses my body for his intense sexual gratification. The dirtier, the better. The kinkier his fetishes are, the more satisfaction I get. Daddies get so excited to be able to fulfill their nastiest, most taboo fantasies with me. And that gets my little tight teen pussy dripping.
I used to flirt with all of my Daddy’s friends when I was younger. It was so much fun to tease them until they couldn’t take it anymore. I would see how far I could push them. Their dicks would start getting hard in their pants. Then they would start squirming. I remember one time my Daddy was having a Super Bowl party.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
The echo of my heels on the linoleum had everyone looking in our direction. A tiny pink leash dangled from my fingers, the matching collar locked tight around Jon’s neck. He wore a black sports coat and slacks, no shirt. His sexy chest and abs were on display as I totted him through the nail salon.
Older women gasped, and younger ones giggled. The little nail techs leaned into each other to whisper about the two of us in a language I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter, though. It was nail day, and nail day is my favorite fucking day.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
The boardroom smelled like espresso and tension. Ethan Carr, the man across the table from me, leaned back in his chair and smiled like he’d already won the merger we were arguing over. I had to remind myself he was the enemy. His company wanted to swallow mine whole. Yet every time he spoke, my pulse did a little somersault.
After hours of circling each other’s bottom lines, we called it a draw. He bought me a drink afterward. His hand brushed mine as he set the glass down. “You’re tougher than you look,” he said. “And you’re full of it,” I shot back, but my smile was weak. We ended up at my place. His laugh was a low rumble as he kissed me. I pulled him closer, as all thoughts of spreadsheets and stock options melted into thin air. He tasted like ambition and something darker…I couldn’t quite name it.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
My friend Marcy came over and told me she really wanted to have a threesome with me, and she knew the perfect guy to play with. It was an old friend of hers named Alan. I let her set it up since it was her friend. She just needed to tell me where to go and when to be there. We planned on going to her house since she had a king size poster bed. We could really have some fun on that thing.
It was a Wednesday night, and Alan was blindfolded as we guided him up the stairs and to the bedroom. Before we started anything, we needed to strip him down to nothing. He had an itty-bitty penis. There was no way either of us sexy girls were going to feel any kind of penetration, so we needed to surprise him. We were both going to use our strap-ons and manhandle the boy for who he was.