1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

I spot you the moment you walk into the strip club, your eyes scanning the nearly empty room before settling on me. I’m in the middle of my set, hips swaying and ass shaking to the beat of the music. When I finish my set, I make my way over to you, my hips moving in time with the music that’s still playing in my head. “Like what you see?” I ask, giving you a flirty smile. You raise an eyebrow at me. “I’ve seen better.”

I laugh, not taking you seriously. “Oh yeah? Where?”

You lean in close, your breath hot against my ear. “In the VIP booth. With you.” Continue reading “Hot Fun at the Strip Club” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My boyfriend Bob and I were dreaming of an epic vacation to Hawaii – thought we’d soak up the sun, sip Mai Tais, and fuck like a pair of honeymooners. It was going to be bliss!

But leave it to that dummy to go and mess things up for us. He got himself fired from his cushy office job. Can you believe it? I was furious! All my daydreams of palm trees and piggyback rides on the beach were dashed. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I had a plan – a deliciously wicked plan. Poor Bob was bewildered when I marched into the bedroom brandishing makeup, wigs, and a heap of slutty outfits. “What the hell is all this, babe?” he asked, eyes wide as saucers. I just smirked. “It’s time for you to pay for our trip, one way or another.”

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Oh Daddy, I miss those days when I was your sweet little girl. Remember when I was more innocent? You taught me everything I know about being your perfect daddy’s girl.

I think back to the first time you came into the room at night. You sat on the edge of my mattress and pulled me onto your lap. “Come sit with Daddy,” you said in that deep, husky voice. My heart was racing as you ran your hands over my smooth thighs.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

You’re already naked, lying on the changing table, your dick already half-hard. “Amber,” you whine, “I’ve been waiting for you.” I can smell it already, the stink of your full diaper. It’s a fucking turn-on, knowing you’ve been waiting for me, needing me to take care of you. I start to unwrap the soiled diaper, the plastic crinkling as I peel it away from your skin. Your little cock twitches as the cool air hits it.

“Fuck, Amber,” you groan, “it’s so embarrassing.” “Shh, it’s okay,” I say, wiping away the mess with a warm, wet cloth. “I love taking care of you. You know that.” I clean you thoroughly, making sure to get every little crevice. Your dick is fully hard now, leaking precum onto your stomach. I can’t help but smile. “Someone’s excited,” I tease.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The cheating wife was a title I took on proudly. The neighbor was going to be my secret the I was going to take to my grave.

Ain’t nothing worse than a woman scorned—except a woman bored. And I was starving for some action. I had the house, the ring, the man—hell, even the luxury SUV with the custom plates. But all that meant nothing when my nights were as dry as my untouched lace panties. My husband, Derrick, was too busy chasing deals to notice the heat burning between my thighs.

That’s where Jason, my neighbor came in. The young bull next door, all muscle and cocky smirks, had been watching me too long for it to be innocent. And one day when I caught him shirtless in his driveway, sweat glistening, gray sweatpants hugging his print just right—I knew I wasn’t the only one hungry.

One night, when Derrick was on a “business trip,” I took a bold step. A silk robe, barely tied, and a knock-on Jason’s door at midnight. His eyes dragged over my body, lingering on my parted lips. “You’re good, Trinity?” His voice was deep, teasing but with a slight concern. Why was I in Continue reading “Cheating Wife: The Neighbor’s Secret” →

Jerry's First Baby Shower

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Last night at the bar, my friend Jerry was whining about not being allowed at his wife’s baby shower. “Why does she get all the gifts and stuff?” He pouted into his beer. “She just laid on her back while I did all the work. Did you know she expects me to get her a ‘push present?’ Where the fuck is my hump gift?” The other men gathered around laughed, equally as stupid as Jerry.

He pointed to me and with a slur rambled, “Hey, you’re kind of girl. What the fuck? It’s not fair.” I slipped off my stool and patted him on the back.

“Why don’t you let me get you home before the wife returns from her baby shower?”

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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Taboo fantasies aren’t just dirty — they’re dangerous. The moment you called me, you knew this wasn’t going to be a soft, sweet conversation. No, this is where we peel back your polite little mask and expose the filthy, forbidden cravings you hide from everyone else.I want you to say it. Whisper it to me — the one fantasy you swore you’d never speak aloud. Maybe it’s the naughty babysitter you still dream about. Maybe it’s your twisted craving for someone you should never want. Or maybe you want to be caught — stripped, punished, and used — by someone who knows exactly how wrong it is.That’s the poison of taboo fantasies — they crawl under your skin, infect your thoughts, and leave you aching to confess. And once you do, I own you. Because once you say it out loud, there’s no taking it back — you belong to your filth now.So, confess to me. Every forbidden itch, every shameful scenario. Because with me, your taboo fantasies aren’t secrets — they’re orders.

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Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

“It’s cookie o’clock! ” the little Girl Scouts yelled as they bounced from foot to foot outside the supercenter’s front doors. Today’s the last day to sink your teeth into some Girl Scout cookies!” another cheered. Her friend bumped her with her elbow and added, “At least until next year.” They burst into a fit of giggles while waving thin mint boxes at customers coming and going.

A dark thought tingled in the back of my mind. Maybe it was the last day for most people to taste such a delicious treat, but I could make this a profitable opportunity for myself. Desperate girls make stupid girls.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I live to find ways to get my older brother spanked.  So, snooping is one of my favorite activities to do when I get bored.  Mommy Anna was busy cooking for the school bake sale.  Big brother had baseball practice and wasn’t home.  That left me with far too much free time on my hands.

First, I snooped through big brother’s room and found some naughty magazines with naked girls inside.  Then, I went snooping through Mommy’s drawers and found a leather paddle.  Mommy must have hidden it there to use the next time big brother ended up over her lap.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My best friend’s wedding turned into an x-rated soap opera. The wedding was grand, gorgeous, and breathtaking. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. She had been so nervous. This was the first time her whole, extended, dysfunctional family was going to be together in many years. And then the whole groom’s family would be there. All meeting each other for the first time. Amazingly enough, it all went off without a hitch. The wedding itself, and reception afterwards anyways.

But the bride’s family had an after party. I think her parents thought it would be an opportunity to bring the family closer together. They had all been estranged for many years. But I don’t think they had anticipated what would happen. After lots of food and many drinks, all of the family secrets began to come out. One after another. The more they heard, the more they drank. It became very apparent as to why they had been estranged. And why my friend had always said they were dysfunctional. It was quickly turning into a total fiasco. As the truth came out, family members were wanting revenge on each other. Before we knew it everyone was doing everyone. Continue reading “My Best Friend’s Wedding” →