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I fucked him for revenge and I don’t regret it. He cheated. Lied. Thought I wouldn’t find out. So I called the one man he always hated. His rival. His opposite. Tall, quiet, intense—the kind of man who didn’t have to raise his voice to make you submit. The kind of man who never needed to lie. He just took. I invited him over. Told him the truth. “I need to forget him. Make me.”

He didn’t ask questions. He just shut the door and backed me into the wall, his mouth crashing into mine like punishment and relief at once. It wasn’t gentle. Not even sweet. It was war—and my body was the battlefield. He ripped my clothes off like they offended him. Bent me over the counter and fucked me like I wasn’t just someone’s ex—I was his now.

“Is this how he touched you?” he growled, slamming into me. “Did he make you scream like this?” I answered with moans. With nails digging into his back. With every arch of my hips that begged him to go harder. He gripped my throat—not to choke, just to own me. His free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back Continue reading “I Fucked Him For Revenge” →

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He calls the shots and I love it. It starts with a look. Not the kind of look that asks. The kind that commands. The kind that tells you what you’re going to do—and you already know you’re going to do it. He was older. Powerful. Hands always in his pockets, voice low, calm… but his eyes? They owned me before he ever touched me.

“I see the way you look at me,” he said one day, closing the door behind us. “You want to be told what to do, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. I just dropped my eyes and nodded. “Strip. Knees. Now.” And I obeyed. God, I obeyed.

I knelt on the floor—bare, trembling, wet. He circled me like a predator with all the time in the world. He touched me only when he wanted to, how he wanted to. One hand in my hair, the other between my thighs. Every whimper was permission for him to take more.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” he warned. “Understand?” “Yes, Sir.”
That’s when the game really began. He bent me over his desk, tied my wrists behind my Continue reading “He Calls the Shots—And I Love It” →

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Room 619 – The night I let go. I wasn’t supposed to be there. Not in that hotel. Not in that hallway. And definitely not in that bed with him. But the second the elevator doors opened and I saw his silhouette leaning against the wall near Room 619, I felt my pulse throb between my thighs. He didn’t say a word when I walked up—just opened the door, let me in, and locked it behind us.

We were both supposed to behave. He’s off-limits—older, taken, dangerous. But I’ve never been a good girl. I’ve always had a taste for what I shouldn’t touch. And tonight, I needed to be ruined. The second the door clicked shut, he was on me. Hands greedy. Mouth desperate. I moaned into his kiss like I’d been holding it in for weeks—because I had. My dress hit the floor before I could even gasp. His hands were rough, his grip unforgiving, and it made me ache.

He threw me on the bed like I was his favorite secret. His mouth traveled down my body, kissing, biting, worshipping. When he slid his fingers inside me, I arched so hard I nearly broke. “So wet for Continue reading “Room 619 – The Night I Let Go” →

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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” →

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Drinking on control was the game. The forbidden cocktail of power and pleasure. It started with a clink of ice in a glass—innocent enough. Sweet. Fizzy. Just a little too pink. But tonight wasn’t about innocence. He told me to drink. I didn’t ask what was in it. That was the game. Consent whispered in the background of every command, every glance, every touch. I had agreed long before the first sip. The rules were known. The limits were drawn. Safe words tucked neatly behind my teeth, just in case.

The liquid slid down my throat like silk, warmth blooming in my chest. One drink became two. My cheeks flushed. Body loosened up. Thoughts, always so sharp and defiant, started to melt into something… pliable. He watched. Always watching. “You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?” he asked, fingers curling around my jaw. I nodded, unable to lie. My body was betraying me—in the most delicious way. Every sensation was amplified. Every word he spoke sent shivers across my skin.

He made me stand. Made me bend. Made me stay. The room spun slowly, like a carousel of lust. His voice was the only anchor I had, commanding and calm, telling

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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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No Taboo for me and you.

Where are you, baby? I need you. This horny slut is wanting a companion to have a little fun and I bet you are just the type of guy I am looking for. Want to party and watch porn? Want to have a hot-ass roleplay? Or maybe you just want me to be your naughty date for the night. Escort perhaps. Just let me tell you all the naughty things I want to do to you. Let’s go to dinner, to a nice restaurant. The kind with linen tablecloths.

As you eat and drink, I will unbuckle your pants and reach inside and start jerking you off under the table. Nice and slow and steady. Then faster and firmer. The taboo makes it all that more exciting as I stroke you until you cum. But don’t worry baby, I will pull my cum covered hand from your pants and lick it in front of everyone. If only they knew what warm yummy goodness, I was licking off my fingers.

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What is better than a ball draining Halloween party? Absolutely nothing is the correct answer. So anyways this guy from class had invited me to a Halloween party and although he was a bit on the boring side, I was all in and excited. I picked out my most slutty kitty costume and headed his way. What was I wearing, you wonder? A very short tight low-cut black leotard, black thigh highs, and matching black boots. Of course, I attached a nice long tail and some hot kitty ears. I was hot as hell if I say so myself. Did I forget to mention I was also horny as hell too?

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Slutty Phone Sex

I wanted you home, I was horny and wanted to fuck but you gave some lame excuse that you needed to work. And you know I don’t like being told no, ever so I came up with a plan to pay you back. I knew you would be at your bar downtown to check on your staff, so I just made sure I went there early before you would be arriving. I don’t really find the manager or bartender to be prime fucking material, but they would fit well in my plan. As you know, this slut wants cock whenever I demand it and if you weren’t going to give it to me these two employees of yours certainly would.

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Little cocks never did the trick for me.  I mean why would a goddess like me even want to let you near with that little dicklett?  That’s exactly why you capture my attention with pla$tic.  I find it amusing how men of ages try to hide their shortcomings with things like fancy cars. LOL.  That only impresses me partially, but it really doesn’t because myself I drive a high luxury SUV.

Whoever said that money can’t buy happiness, well they were obviously poor and had nothing in that wallet.  You on the other hand, you are different.  You have worked really hard your entire life and you have everything to show for it.  You have a great position at work, you can afford pretty much anything.  Continue reading “Capture My Attention With Pla$tic Phonesex” →