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Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

I’m the girl who turns “What if?” into “Oh God, yes.” With a voice that’s been called “whiskey neat with a side of trouble,” I’ve made a career out of making strangers forget they’re strangers.The spaces between your shame and your hunger. Maybe you’re a CEO who needs to be stripped of control, or a suburban dad who craves a back-alley dominatrix with a PhD in humiliation. I’ll morph into your muse, your tormentor, your accomplice. You want a confessional? A rebellion? A fever dream where I’m both the cure and the symptom? Buckle up, sweetheart.

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Kilty Pleasures

Posted 7 days ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Ah the sights and sounds of a Scottish wedding – the bagpipes, the rustle of tartan kilts, the clink of glasses of whisky. And of course, the dashing groom and his handsome hulking groomsmen, all clad in those fetching kilts. Little did I know that I would have a chance encounter with one of these strapping lads and indulge in some kilty pleasures of my own…

It was during the reception, after several drams of the good stuff. I found myself chatting and laughing with Cormac, one of the groomsmen. He was utterly charming, with a brogue that made my knees weak. We snuck off to a quiet corner for some fresh air…and what started as stolen kisses soon turned into heated groping. I couldn’t help but reach under his kilt to feel what he was packing. Oh my, the Scots certainly know how to wear a kilt!

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Cum with Amy

Posted 1 week ago by Writer

Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

This siren is luring you into a world of forbidden fantasies and unbridled passion. As a phone sex operator, I’m here to ignite your desires, to set your senses ablaze with my sultry voice and seductive charm. My words are my instruments, weaving a web of eroticism that will leave you breathless and wanting more. I’m a masterful storyteller, crafting scenarios that will transport you to a realm of pure hedonism, where your deepest desires are my command. My voice is a gentle caress, a whispered promise of pleasures yet to come. Let me guide you on a journey of self-discovery, where the boundaries of reality fade away, and all that’s left is the thrill of the unknown. I’m your accomplice in seduction, your partner in pleasure.
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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve had an interesting week. It involved pizza, questionable life choices, and an experience I can only describe as “unexpectedly empowering.”  It all started with a text. You know, the kind that makes you raise an eyebrow and think, “Did I read that right?” A friend, we’ll call him Bob (because let’s be honest, every story like this involves a Bob), asked me a question that landed somewhere between bizarre and flattering. “Hey, Cory. Do you know anyone who would come over and fuck you while I watch?”

My response? Let’s just say it was less “Dear Abby” and more “YEAH, BABY!” Look, I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t intrigued. Curiosity got the better of me, okay! Besides, who am I to deny a consenting adult their preferences? So, I brought over a friend, popped some popcorn, and prepared for the weirdest Netflix and Chill session of my life. Let me tell you, there’s something strangely liberating about being the center of attention in that kind of scenario. It’s like performance art, but with more kissing. Or maybe less. Not always on the mouth, but definitely on the lips! Depends on your definition of art, I guess.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I received the most interesting letter today from one of my favorite submissives! I hope you enjoy reading about how he craves being my sissyslut whore!

“My dear Mistress Diana,

I come to you today full of yearning and desperation. Beneath the façade of the strong, confident man I must be, a submissive, aching need has been growing and consuming me. I am so tired of always having to be in charge, of never being able to truly let go and surrender control. My job demands a leader, but my body and soul cry out to be led.

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Hot Tour Guide

Posted 4 weeks ago by Roxy

Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I couldn’t believe how hot our tour guide was. The girls and I had planned a much needed vacay. We work long, late hours. Always pleasing others is so draining. We need time to rest, relax and replenish. So we like to take girl’s trips every few months. This was our “spring fling”. Our tour guide scheduled manis, pedis, body wraps, waxes, sauna/cold plunge, massages, facials, yoga, and more. We pamper ourselves so we can be at our best for our clients.

We were greeted by a beautiful boy. Sun bleached highlights, golden tan, chiseled physique, ocean blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I work around all kinds of men. I’m not bashful. But his perfection made me blush. He actually made me nervous. It was not like me at all to feel this way around a man. But he really got to me for some reason. The feeling must have been mutual because he was watching me when we were lying out at the pool. I found myself wondering about him. He seemed to only work mornings. I was so curious about what else he did. Did he have another job or business? Or maybe he was a student.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’m a filthy slut, and I know it. I live for being a dirty cock sleeve, a set of tight holes for you to use as you please. And tonight, I want you to fuck me like the nasty whore I am.

I’m on my knees, looking up at you with my big blue eyes, my plump lips wrapped around your thick shaft. I’m your personal cock warmer, your fuck doll, your slutty little plaything. My mouth was made for sucking dick, and I do it so well. I’ll worship your prick with my tongue, bathing it in warm spit as I take you deep down my eager throat.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I want to get naked for you, baby. Naked except for my sexy stilettos. High heels on only. I want you to see my body laid bare, my soft curves and smooth skin beckoning your touch. My breasts, firm and perky, nipples hard with desire. My taut tummy, leading down to my glistening pink pussy, already wet with anticipation.

I’ll recline on the bed, legs spread wide in invitation, my black stilettos pointed towards the ceiling. The cool leather against my feet, the ultimate teaser. I want you to drink in the sight of me, your eyes roaming hungrily over every inch. Your cock will be straining in your pants, rock hard and throbbing, aching to fill me up.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Once a year the club has a masquerade party. It’s open to nonmembers. But not just anyone can afford to attend. Tickets to this event are quite pricey. It’s so much fun though. I love the mystery of it all. No one is allowed to remove their masks. There was one gentleman that stood out. He sat in a dimly lit corner. Sipping on a smoked old fashioned. His quiet confidence was so sexy. He had major big dick energy. I could tell he was watching me. All night. He was so mysterious. I grew quite intrigued. And curious. As I danced, he watched intently. I began to get so freaking turned on. I felt the intensity from across the room. It was hot. He was doing things to me with his eyes. I felt it. He was having some intense fantasies. I’d never been so turned on like that while dancing. I actually felt like I was going to have an orgasm. That only happened during private dances. Never on stage. I started wondering if everyone could tell. I felt relieved to have the mask to hide behind. But maybe it also emboldened me. I was definitely feeling frisky.

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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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