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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I reclined on my velvet chaise lounge, my ruby-red dress hugging my curves just right. My lips, painted the same shade of red as my dress, curled into a wicked grin as I watched Tobias. He stood before me, his eyes filled with desire and longing, his chiseled body tensed with anticipation. He thought I liked him, but oh, how wrong he was. I liked that he paid me. Tobias was a man of wealth, and I was a woman of power. He was my plaything, my puppet, my pet. Our one rule was that he could pump, he could stroke, but never ever would he be allowed to cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was his goddess, his queen, his mistress. He was my submissive, my slave, my whore.

“Take off your clothes, Tobias,” I commanded, my voice as smooth as silk. He obeyed without question, shedding his designer suit piece by piece until he stood before me in all his naked glory. His cock was already hard, twitching with need. I

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Sexy TS blonde thinking about Sissygasm

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349 

Guys like to cum. Fuck, who doesn’t? Straight men like to cum inside of pussies or mouths. They jerk off thinking about emptying their loads into tight little assholes, but only a few of them consider cumming through their anus. Yes, I’m talking about a sissygasm—an orgasm produced by stimulating the prostate and not stroking the penis.

I’ve been talking to a man who thinks the idea is impossible. He says he would never be able to get off that way. It was my pleasure to show him otherwise.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“My wife has become such a bitter bitch Julie. I don’t know what happened. She used to be so sweet, kind, and caring. Now she has a rude comeback for everything I say. She criticizes everything I do. How did she become so cold? We used to talk for hours. She actually cared about what I had to say. Now she ignores me, rolls her eyes dismissively, or disagrees with every single thing I talk about. I have tried so hard. But nothing I do can satisfy her. And it’s the same thing in the bedroom. She used to enjoy sex. We would have so much fun. It’s so hard to believe that we had such wild, passionate sex. And now nothing. No matter how hard I try to reignite the spark, nothing works. I don’t even know how I can still love her. But I do. I would never want to hurt her. Or go outside our marriage. We’ve been together for so many years. But I’m not happy. I haven’t been for many years. I’ve suggested therapy, but she’s disinterested. I honestly feel like she doesn’t think our marriage is worth the effort” he finally acknowledged and admitted.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Daniel wasn’t my usual type. I usually went for the brooding artist, all messy hair and existential angst. Daniel was corporate. Crisp suit, perfectly coiffed hair, the kind of guy who probably knew the exact Dow Jones closing number. But he’d been clear in his profile – and even clearer in our messages. He wanted to be pegged. And honestly? After a string of disastrous dates with said brooding artists, the clarity was refreshing.

“So,” I said, as I opened the door to my apartment. He stood on my welcome mat, looking slightly awkward, holding a bottle. “You brought drinks. How traditional.” He blushed, a surprisingly endearing look on his meticulously groomed face. “Is that okay? I wasn’t sure…” “Perfectly fine,” I reassured him, taking the bottle. “Come on in. Drinks first, or straight to business?” I winked, trying to gauge his reaction. His blush deepened. “Maybe drinks first? Ease into things?”

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Sweet Tooth

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ve had my fair share of unusual requests, but none quite like Axel’s. He had a sweet tooth, a vivid imagination, and a love of ruin. Our conversations were never dull, but this one took an interesting turn. “Amber…Let’s put honey in the back of your pants and lay down,” he said, his voice low and sultry. I raised my eyebrows, surprised by his request. “And then what?” I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice.

“Then, I want you to grab some caramel sauce and drizzle it down the front of your pants,” he replied. I bit my lip, considering his words. I followed his instructions, giggling the entire time. The honey was sticky and sweet against my skin, and the caramel sauce was warm and inviting. I could feel my heart racing as I laid down on my bed, waiting for Axel’s next command. “Now, Amber, I want you to rub your clit for me,” he said, his voice husky. I did as he asked, letting out a moan that I hoped would satisfy him. I could hear the pleasure in his voice as he told me not to cum…Not yet, anyway.

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abdlCory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I opened the door to find James standing on the porch, his shoulders slumped slightly. He was a regular, and I knew the signs. His red-rimmed eyes suggested a rough week, and the way he clutched his backpack to his chest told me he was feeling small and vulnerable. “Hey, James,” I said, offering a warm smile. “Come on in. I’ve got your favorite juice box chilling.” He shuffled inside, kicking off his sneakers near the door. The house was carefully curated to be a comforting space. Soft rugs, pastel colors, and a complete absence of sharp edges. It was designed to soothe.

“Rough week?” I asked gently, leading him to the oversized, plush armchair in the living room. He nodded, unable to meet my gaze. “Work’s been awful. My boss is breathing down my neck.” He finally looked up, his eyes filled with distress. “I just… I messed up and forgot a really important email.” “Everyone makes mistakes, James. It’s okay. That’s why we have second chances, and erasers, and…mamas.” I gently stroked his hair. It was soft and fine, not like a grown man’s hair at all. “Tell me about it.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Okay, Zoey, are you sure about this?” I asked, fiddling with my headset. Zoey, perched on the edge of my desk amidst a chaotic pile of chips bags and candy wrappers, grinned. “Absolutely, Amber,” she winked. You see, we’d recently stumbled upon the ASMR fetish community somewhat accidentally, after both of our TikTok FYP’s were filled with videos of whispering voices and the strangely compelling sounds of people eating. Zoey, ever the entrepreneur, had the brilliant idea that we should use this to our advantage – you know, being PSO’s and all. “Food-focused ASMR calls,” she’d declared, eyes gleaming. “We’ll be the queens of the crunch!”

And so, here we were. The first video call came through Teams, after a quick DM with “CrunchKing69.” “Hello?” I said, my voice a little too excited. Zoey was already unwrapping a bag of spicy ramen noodles. “H-hello,” a nervous voice replied. “Is…is this the, uh, ASMR call?” “Youuuuu betcha,” Zoey purred, before chomping hard on the crunchy noods. The sound filled the room, and we could see CrunchKing69 drooling on the other end while stroking his dick. Next, it was my turn. I grabbed a

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

It was supposed to be a routine trip home during my summer internship. A quick visit with the family, some home-cooked meals, and then back to campus. But I had an ulterior motive – seeing Nate, my high school boyfriend. We’d kept in touch over the years and he knew I’d be in town.

When I pulled up in his driveway, my heart raced. He came out and greeted me with a passionate kiss. “I missed you so much,” he murmured into my hair. I smiled, knowing we’d pick up right where we left off.

“Let’s go to the movies,” he suggested. But as we sat in his car, a different idea took hold. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies as we kissed. I straddled him in the driver’s seat, grinding on his growing erection. He reached up my skirt, fingers gliding through my slick folds.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

By the time I slide into the office at 8:59am, pulse racing and out of breath, I know I’ve got this in the bag. The tight burgundy pencil skirt hugs my curves in all the right places, the clingy black blouse cut low enough to show the perfect amount of cleavage. I’m dressed to impress, determined to wow the most important man in the building. Because I do whatever it takes to make it in this world.

“Good morning, Mr. Jameson,” I purr as I saunter past his office, swaying my hips just so. Innocent yet flirty, a wink in my voice.

“Diana, you look ravishing as always,” he replies smoothly, blue eyes drinking me in hungrily behind his polished oak desk. “Come in a moment, would you?”

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Roxy 1 (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I love a boy that can handle me. Can you handle me?  Sometimes I get the feeling that boys are intimidated and don’t know if they can handle a “stripper”. But I’m here to tell you that I don’t want some egotistical bastard. I want someone that’s real. Dad bods get extra credit, lol. I have been dealing with men all of my life. Many think they know what I want. But they are usually wrong. I just want a sweet, genuine person. It doesn’t really matter if they are male or female. Age doesn’t matter either. All that matters is that we click in every way.

I was invited to a huge fiesta. It was so freaking amazing. There was a mariachi band. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. Some guys were trying to flirt with me and my friends. They were the machismo types. Lots of muscles, chiseled features, perfect hair… you know, the typical “tall, dark, and handsome”. But they just weren’t doing it for me. They think they’re so sexy, suave, and debonair. But that’s actually such a turn off to me. The sweet, quiet guy sitting in the corner is more my style.

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