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Diana  1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You know you want it. This hot little body. You think you about the way my tits bounce when I walk and then you can’t stop dreaming about what they must look like when I’m riding a hard cock. How they hang perfectly when I’m bent over something.

Do you want to touch them? Run your fingers lightly across my nipples maybe? My skin is so soft. I want you to squeeze them. You know you want to. Imagine how they taste? The texture change of my areolas to the silkier skin of my breasts. Squeeze them. Tongue my nipples. Handle them so hard that you leave purple fingerprints behind.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

The night at the art gallery had just gone from great to extraordinary when Brent walked through the door. Everyone seemed to know who he was, except me. But once our eyes locked, the evening was off to an exciting start. He made his way through the crowd, two flutes of bubbly in hand. We toast to my friend’s outstanding exhibit right as she appears to introduce us. He owns the gallery and the entire building. No wonder everyone knows him. We talk, mingle, and before we know it, hours have flown by. He asks me up to the rooftop for a nightcap. My friend had to get home so she wouldn’t be joining us.

The long elevator ride to the top was intense. We stood staring into each other’s eyes as the sexual tension between us rose with the elevator. It could only be broken by the opening of the door. My heart was racing. My pussy was so wet. And my clit was throbbing. This man turns me on like no one ever has, just by looking at me. When I look into his eyes, I feel like I’ve known him forever.

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Juicy Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Tonight is my friend’s art exhibit so I’m headed to the art gallery now. I can’t wait see all of her work on display at such an elegant event. I’m beyond proud of her! When I arrive I’m surprised to see that it’s bigger than I’d ever imagined, complete with red carpet, news media, and paparazzi. I’m glad I chose an elegant, sexy, black cocktail dress. It’s a spaghetti strap, slit up the side, exposing my leg and black strappy heels that wrap up my calves.

I make my way in and I’m blown away by her work and the amount of people that are here. My heart stops as the sexiest man I’ve ever seen makes a grand entrance. His black suit fits his perfectly chiseled body like a glove. Everyone seems to know him or at least who he is. All eyes are on him as he makes eye contact, waves, shakes hands, and flashes that million dollar smile. Wow! Who is this man? His eyes meet mine. Did he see me staring? Our eyes are  now locked on each other’s. Without a blink, he grabs two glasses of champagne from the maître d’s tray and heads my way.

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Sherry 844-332-2639 ext 399

It’s Wednesday and it’s already been long. Being an executive admin to the COO has its demands and perks. But his boss the CEO is so jealous that I refuse to be his assistant. He always pesters me at work especially when I have to work late. My boss keeps me well satisfied and happy so why would I change? The CEO is an abslute ass.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

What is it about seeing me in a frilly white dress with bows in my hair that just turns you on Daddy? You always want to make sure you get me all nice and dressed up before the real fun begins. Daddy always comes in with a big smile on his face and a sucker for me to lick on. I asked you once why the sucker lol; do you remember what you told me? You said “Well little one we have to warm that tongue and mouth up for what I have in store for you.

See you don’t just start working out you have to stretch first!” I remember laughing so much at that daddy. You are always so funny. Going to my closet you always pick out exactly what outfit you want me to wear for you. I am always in my plain white bra and panties when you come in. You like to dress me yourself. Just like I was a little china doll that you were about to play with…. and play with me you always do!

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 Ext 399

Sherry and I were getting ready for a busy Friday night at Hooter’s. We were wearing our shortest cut off jean shorts and our little bitty white t-shirts with as much cleavage as possible. We wanted to make enough tips for our end of summer girl’s trip. One of our duties is to keep the sauce containers filled. And on a busy night, the last thing we want to do is waste time filling bottles. Time is money! So we came in early to get all of them filled to the rim, so that we would not run out.

Soon the place was filled with all the regulars! We were serving cold beer after cold beer, dozens of chicken wings, and the fries! The ever so addictive fries that we can’t help but sneak off the plates. They are loaded with all three sauces! Everyone loves them and they are so delicious!

We’re getting our tits and asses groped and we love it because we know that’s going to get us the big tips for our trip. It’s approaching the end of the night and it’s so busy! We both have huge trays of fries and go running for the

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My New Job

Posted 10 months ago by Julie

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

It’s been a couple of months since I started my new job at the Tantric Massage Parlor. I became so into receiving them that I wanted to learn how to give them. So I did. And I absolutely love it! I get to indulge in my edging fetish all day, every day. I get so horny at work all day and then go home and play with my toys while I think about the clients I made cum that day.

It was Hump Day and we have specials. So I had my first couple’s massage. Rico was going to do it with me. We walk into the room and he goes over to the woman’s side of the blankets. And I’m on the man’s. With our hot oil, we begin at their temples. Working our way down their bodies in tandem. This is nice! Judging by their responses, they’re thoroughly enjoying themselves as well. The man opens his eyes and whispers “Can we trade?” “Absolutely!” I whisper back. I motion to Rico to switch sides with me, which he does. The woman smiles up at me as if she’s very pleased that I’m now massaging her.  When I reach between

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

It’s in the middle of spring walking along the parkway. I am wearing a stunning purple strappy sundress and tan wedged heels. My hair was all curly and pulled up in a sexy bun wearing my glasses. I can smell the manly musk in the moonlight air, wondering where it will lead me too. The night is still so young, should I give in to my urge or should I wait?

 

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

 After a long week, my friend recommended her tantric masseur. She said it would be life changing and the best thing I could do for myself on Self Care Saturday. And after the week that I’d had, it didn’t take much convincing.

Driving up, I wonder if I’m at the right place. It doesn’t look anything like the massage places I usually go to. There are no windows, just very creative and talented graffiti art. Maybe I should text my friend? I wonder, when a woman came out smiling, happy, and carefree. Ok, I guess I am at the right place.

I’m hit with the aroma of incense when I open the door. The room is dark and smoky. A gypsy type woman is behind the counter. Nervously I approach her. “Yes, I’m here to see Rico” my voice quivers. She grins and giggles at my naivety. “Come with me honey” she motions. I follow her through a bead curtain into a dark hallway. She has long, brown, wavy hair, a long, flowy, hippie skirt, bare feet, lots of anklets and toe rings, and she smells like patchouli. There is a dark, old, wooden door at the end of the

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Sherry 1844-332-2639 ext 399

I was stationed in Tokyo, working abroad. It was different, especially the nightlife. It’s so full of life. It was in the middle of the night when I got home. I heard a loud noise in the front room and there was my housemaster sitting on the couch waiting for me. He was angry and pushed me against the wall. How dare you be late coming home. Continue reading “Working Abroad” →