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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The tattoo studio smelled of antiseptic and the faint, sweet musk of high quality ink. When I walked in the front door, Aaron was sitting at the front desk but he didn’t look up from his sketchpad. “Amber,” he murmured, as if we had met before (but we hadn’t). “This nautical piece is going to be stunning. Like the crushing depths of the Atlantic itself!”

He flipped the sketchbook around to show me his vision. It was everything I wanted, but the price tag he’d quoted me in an email had been staggering. I really should have cancelled my consultation appointment, but I couldn’t imagine not having an “Aaron Black” tattoo. He was THE best tattoo artist in the country, after all!

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Kayla Handler

Posted 1 day ago by Kayla

Kayla Handler

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’m more than a handful, it seems. And sure, I’ll admit it. I talk back, complain constantly, and want to do things my own way. Not many men can handle me, and if they manage, they don’t for long. I’d assumed I would just burn through dudes till I tired myself out, but instead, I’ve found myself melting for someone who is more than capable of handling me.

When I sass him, he laughs and pulls me in tighter to his bigger body. His strength alone quiets my tongue. He never gets upset. He has this utter calm about him where he seems to have everything around him under control, and that includes me. I’ve wondered what it is about him that makes me feel so drawn in and safe, but it’s that. His ability to read and react to the room in a stealthy smoothness that fixes whatever could be wrong before I realize it’s happening.

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Sploshing Party

Posted 4 days ago by Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I honestly wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself into when I signed up for this “sploshing” party, but I figured it was worth indulging my curiosity for an evening. The room was already a chaotic masterpiece of beige sludge and vibrant neon jelly, and I felt like a suburban explorer stepping into a very sticky jungle.

I was just about to start contemplating my life choices when a hot guy wandered over to where I was standing. He didn’t even say hello! He just held up a bucket of chocolate pudding like it was an offering to a goddess (I mean, technically he wasn’t wrong) and dumped it right over both of our heads.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Mark sat with his hands folded in his lap and his eyes fixed on the floor. Kayla sat to my left. She held Mark’s gold card between two of her perfectly manicured fingers, while admiring it like a trophy. “Stella, darling, shall we see how much he’s willing to sacrifice for our entertainment?” she asked, with a wink.

“Let’s!” I said, while watching the subtle tremor in his shoulders. “You know the rules, Mark. Four digits. If we guess correctly, the balance is ours. If we miss…well, the penalty for wasting our time is exactly the same.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I was waiting for my date to show up, when I heard the rumble of an engine in the distance. As soon as he pulled into my driveway, I barely registered the man in the helmet as someone I actually knew. My attention was elsewhere. My eyes were locked on his motorcycle. It was a matte-black cafe racer, with silver accents that caught the fading light in all the right places.

I found myself walking toward it before I realized what I was doing, as I reached out with my fingers hovered just inches from the tank. The surface was warm from the residual heat of the engine. It felt like touching something alive. I traced the line of the steel frame and sighed. It was a masterpiece, meant for speed and dominance, but I felt a strange, heady rush of desire. Not for the man who rode it, but for the machine itself.

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(844)-332-2639 ext 398

Tiny cocks make me giggle. I can’t help it. When a man pulls down his underwear and I find a little shrimpy, the laughter just erupts out of me. How could I ever take a dicklet seriously? It’s not like a real dick. A real dick would be capable of actually fucking me. A real cock stretches my tight teen pussy with each stroke. If I gave a tiny pricked loser a shot, all his little dick could do is rub between my pussy lips. The moment his prick dips into my tight honey pot, he’d explode and I wouldn’t have any fun.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Joseph knew the rules about keeping his play area tidy after quiet time, yet the room looked as though a tornado had spontaneously passed through it. As soon as he saw me standing in the doorway, Joseph huddled in the corner with his hands crossed over his thick, crinkly diaper. It appeared as if he was trying to summon a look of false indifference, but we both knew he couldn’t fool Mama Cory.

Disciplinarian was never a role that I enjoyed, but it was an essential tether to the boundaries that kept Joseph and my other ABDL’s feeling safe and structured within their sessions. As I knelt down to his level, I could see his pulse in his throat, which was a clear indication that the initial bravado of his rebellion was rapidly fading into the realization of the consequences that were about to inevitably follow his actions.

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PHONESEX

(844)-332-2639 ext 398

I might have the best neighbors ever. Yesterday, I ran out in my robe to grab my mail and accidentally locked myself out. No one else was home and I didn’t even have my phone to call for help. That’s how I ended up half naked on my neighbors porch, asking for him to let me in. He said his wife was at work, but that I could call my parents with his phone. And when he heard it would be a few hours before anyone could come home with a key, he invited me to wait it out there. He even brought me orange juice. 

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Ronald is successful and entirely too confident for his own good. He sits alone at the mahogany bar, swirling a strong drink, vibrating with the kind of arrogance that begs to be shattered. What he doesn’t seem to realize (yet, anyway) is that I know exactly what men crave. They crave the illusion of control, right up until the moment I strip it away.

As I slide onto the stool beside him, his gaze instantly drops to my legs. I see the spark in his eyes and know that he’s looking at my shiny black pantyhose. As I shift my weight and cross my legs, the faint hiss of fabric rubbing against fabric is audible only to us. The sound mimics the tightening of a knot.

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Legs Contest

Posted 3 weeks ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood center stage, as the hardwood beneath my heels vibrated with the roar of the crowd. My focus; however, remained entirely on the panel of judges. Specifically, after weeks of studying him in preparation for today, I was focused on Arthur Vane.

Vane may have been a leg contest connsoeur, but he didn’t care about muscle tone or athletic symmetry. It turned out, he had a singular, obsessive weakness…the tactile, liquid sheen of high denier hosiery. Here’s the thing, guys. The winner of the contest was to be awarded a 1 year contract with a top modeling agency, so of course I wanted to win. I needed it!

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