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A World Of Her Own

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Thunder clattered above the tavern, making the building vibrate with its anger. Glasses and beer mugs chattered together as if in fear of what was coming. I should have taken the electric tension in the air as a warning from the fates. However, I was in a world of my own, too busy being the only wench serving brutes and monsters.

The door to the tavern blew open, loudly smashing into the wall. I turned in surprise, but what shook me more was the tall, cloaked figure in the doorway. Wind and rain whipped across the unmoving shadow’s face, and fear froze me in place. Lightening ripped across the sky, highlighting the new guest’s covered face. The hood of the cloak covered the newcomer’s eyes and most of their nose but their full lips sat in a grim smile.

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Birthday Girl Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

I really am such a lucky girl. The night before my birthday, Zoey called me up. “Get dressed bitch. I’m taking you out!” I was lounging in just my frumpy pjs, not expecting this invite at all, so I asked her how I should dress. Her reply? “Don’t worry, just whatever. You won’t be wearing it for long!” And with her infectious giggle in my ear, she hung up!

You can imagine how excited and nervous I was, but Zoey is one of my very best friends, and if she was behind the planning wheel, I knew it’d be nothing but sexy, sexy fun! I showered, shaved, and dressed to impress. Just as I was sinking my nylon toes into my tall heels, she rang the doorbell.

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Haunted High School Nightmare

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My friends heard about this haunted high school experience put on by a bunch of people who bought an abandoned high school. Every October, they sell tickets and make you sign NDAs before you go in. You aren’t allowed to talk about the experience, which has only made rumors about the place fly! The only thing I heard that I believed to be true was 1) the actors could touch you and 2) it was unlike any experience ever.

For the price of the tickets, I joked it had better be fucking worth it. Three of my girlfriends and I packed up for the road trip we’d need to take to get there, and we arrived in the haunted parking lot at sunset. The parking lot lights blinked as if they struggled to stay on in the presence of the school. I felt unsettled as I jumped out of my friend’s jeep. It was silent, with no other cars or people—just the four of us and the rotting building that used to be teaming with life.

 

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Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357 Pt 1

The Captain’s hand drifted from the creature’s tit down its side while her thumb pressed tighter against its throat to silence its ridiculous threats. Kayla sighed heavily as she ground herself into the sea monster’s tentacles. The struggle under her only made the Captain’s pussy that much wetter.

Without moving her hand from its throat, Kayla stood, still bent at the hips over the beast. Her hand that was fondling the beast’s breast unbuckles her breeches, and Kayla peeled them down with a wiggle till they reached her knees. No panties, just pale, smooth pirate pussy before the creature now as she turned just enough to sit back on its mouth.
It’s awkward with her hand still between her legs to hold its throat, but she makes it work. The hand that wiggled her pants down digs into the net to pull the creature’s cock through and stroke it tenderly.

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Where, or where are all the REAL men? I swear, there are so many sissies and babies that come through here. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sissy girlies, and my widdle diapee bottomed AB/DL’s as much as the next girl, but GOD, sometimes a girl just needs a MAN to come through here and give her a good rough fuck. I need to trace my fingers down your shoulders and across your collarbone onto some Herculean pecs. I need my tits to press hard into some washboard abs as I stand on my tiptoes to kiss you through that big groomed beard. Seriously, I need to feel a massive cock pressing through some jeans and against my diaphragm.

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Babysitter Crush

Posted 1 year ago by Kayla

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After his mom left the house, I was poking around the kitchen, looking for a snack. I’d been the Marshall’s babysitter for years! However, they needed me much less when Mr. and Mrs.’s split. Cody had often been with his Dad, and I hadn’t been over for two years.

Tonight, his mom was trying out a dinner date with one of the single dads in town and asked me to hang with Cody even though he really was too old for a babysitter now. No matter the time that had passed, I was still comfortable in the house and knew it would be the same with Cody. He used to tell everyone I was his girlfriend. It was so cute.

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Chef Kiss

Posted 1 year ago by Kayla

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We’d been playing for a while. Years even, we’re well-matched and as spicy as calls can get for us; it wasn’t enough. He’d be at the Casino/hotel in Boston and casually invited me to join him. Even though I clarified that that kind of thing wasn’t allowed, he was hopeful I wouldn’t resist.

I wore a tight cocktail dress and tall heels the day I was supposed to join him. He’d often mentioned that he doesn’t play the slots and makes all his money at the poker tables. Carefully, I wandered through the casino floor, looking for my Chef. Finally, our eyes locked, and I knew it was him. A small smile played on my lips as I moved in alongside him. His arm opened for me, and I pressed my body against his. My right hand smoothed over his dress shirt and down to his hip. Tucked just under his blazer. The floor was loud as dealers and clients yelled, so I nudged my nose to his ear,  my voice thick with lust; I whispered, “I think you’ve won enough; let’s take this up to your room.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

He invited me over for dinner and a little tv. I dressed casually for our calm night at home: Grey capri leggings with a mint green teeshirt. I only wore a plain white bralette underneath and no panties. Our relationship is new, but I assumed I wouldn’t be needing them. I was impressed by the meal he prepared and the wine he’d chosen to pair with it. His company and the wine had me feeling warm and flirty by the time we cuddled up on his couch to watch something.

He knows how much I love learning new things, so I wasn’t shocked when he put on a history documentary about a lost civilization. Boring to some, but captivating to me. This was exactly how I wanted to spend my Saturday night. As I scooted back against his thighs, I let my hand slip into his khakis. He didn’t move, or react in any way. He didn’t even speak, he simply kept watching the show, and my body tingled with playful excitement.

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Yoga Temptations

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I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today I was going to get what I wanted. One way or the other.

I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.

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Dont get me started, I dont come with brakes

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So you have a fantasy you want to play out, and you’ve thought about it every which way from Sunday, but the idea is starting to get stale. You are looking for someone to breathe new life into your dirty little sex scene, and lucky for you, you found me. First, however, I should warn you not to get me started; I don’t come with brakes.

If you feed me lines of a sexy or sensual role-play, I will snatch up the idea and run. Twisting your fantasies into my own little naughty fun. Of course, it’s all with the intention of pleasing you, but you should know I thrive when giving life to role-play.

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