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Penthouse playdate wasn’t the term I expected to write in my journal the next morning—but when you get invited up by two of the most dangerously attractive people you’ve ever flirted with over champagne, you don’t ask questions… you take the elevator.

It had started as harmless banter at a charity gala—Liam leaning in close, whispering jokes that skimmed the edge of suggestive, and Aurora watching from across the room like she already knew what was about to unfold. The moment they asked if I wanted to join them for a “nightcap upstairs,” my body answered before my lips could.

Liam met me shirtless in jeans, toned and barefoot, confidence radiating off him in waves. Aurora wore a silk robe that slid off her shoulder like it had somewhere better to be. “We were hoping you’d come,” she purred—and I wasn’t sure if she meant come up… or come multiple times. They didn’t waste time. Fingers brushed skin, lips found lips, and suddenly I was wrapped in a heat I hadn’t felt in years. The city lights stretched out endlessly behind us as we melted into a slow, exploratory tangle of hands and mouths. Aurora kissed me while Liam pressed Continue reading “Penthouse Playdate: My First Threesome with a View” →

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The stranger at the bar was my boyfriend. It was his idea. “Let’s play pretend tonight,” he said. “You be you—but act like you’ve never met me.” He told me where to meet him: a dark lounge tucked in the corner of the city, moody lighting, velvet booths. I walked in like I didn’t belong to anyone. Red lips, black heels, no bra under my silk blouse.

He was sitting at the bar, one hand around a whiskey glass, the other draped casually across his lap. He didn’t even glance at me at first. When he did, his eyes lit up with pure hunger. “You here alone?” he asked, voice low, dangerous. “For now,” I answered, sliding onto the stool beside him.

He bought me a drink. Let his hand graze my thigh as we talked about everything and nothing. My heart was racing—and I knew we were both fighting the urge to drop the act. But it made everything hotter.

Thirty minutes later, we stumbled into a hotel room like we’d just met. He pushed me against the door, yanked my blouse open, and kissed me like he didn’t know my name. He fucked me rough, like Continue reading “The Stranger at the Bar Was My Boyfriend” →

Him……………………. Just what can I say about him? Pure Perfection. Well, the notification pops up and my heart beats a little faster in anticipation. A smile appears on my face as I see his name. Will he have time to play tonight, or will he be too busy? And then, well he tells me he will be back in a while and we will have fun. I can’t wait. What will it be tonight? No doubt it will be pure perfection. Maybe a conversation, maybe a hot roleplay, toys, or our favorite type of call. I don’t care, I just adore him.

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~~~Olivia ~~~ 844~332~2639~x~226~~~

Cum without Stroking?  Do you believe that can happen?  It can and hypnosis will help that happen. Hate having to stroke and stroke getting nowhere?  The worn-out fantasy that gets you over the hump is not as hot as it use to be.  Some sexy girl picking you out of the crowd and taking you to her room to fuck the night away. Borning.  I’ll set you up with more than one hot scenario which keeps it hot and exciting.  I’ll put you under hypnosis and we’ll walk through all the way til you moan our a much more enjoyable climax.  You’ll remember my smooth southern voice and the steps that got you to the climax.  When you do the steps to put you under self-hypnosis all those words will come back to play in your mind.
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