Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Let’s go to the rodeo, Julie!” A friend was visiting from out of state and had always wanted to go to the rodeo. She couldn’t believe that I had never been. It just wasn’t my thing. I didn’t even own a real pair of cowboy boots. But she wasn’t having it. She took me to a cowboy boot store that was a giant warehouse. There were rows and rows of cowboy boots as far as my eyes could see. It was so overwhelming. But before I knew it, I was high on the leather perfumed air. And all of the different styles, colors, and patterns were getting me so excited. But then I saw the ones. I knew the moment I laid eyes on them that I had to have them. And I got so turned on when I put them on. All of a sudden, the thought of going to the rodeo was quite arousing.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
The only light in my apartment is a single bulb swinging from a loose cord. Puppet, my nickname for the man who walks the line between devotion and dread, is already waiting in my living room with his shoulders hunched as if he’s bracing for a storm he cannot see. His eyes remain fixed on the floorboards and I can hear his breath. It sounds shallow, like the rhythm of a heart that beats faster when it knows it is being watched.
“Stella,” he whispers, trembling. I smile and he flinches. The movement is tiny, but enough to tell me he is listening. The rules between us are more of a contract that’s etched in ink and fear. Obey, or the consequences will be more than a bruised ego. He knows the price of disobedience. Exile, humiliation, the kind of silence that follows you into the night.
Roxxxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414
Wedding season is upon us. So the bachelor parties have been picking up. So far, I’ve been hired to do a few over the next couple of months. Most of them hire two or three dancers. But last weekend I had a solo gig. It turned out to be the craziest bachelor party that I’ve ever done. And it made me wonder if I should ever do one alone again. When I arrived, the butler showed me to the elevator. He told me that the party awaits me in the basement. The elevator took me to the cold, dark underground floor. I stepped out into a dark hallway and heard a faint mumble. I followed the sound to a huge, heavy, wooden door at the end of the hall. When I pulled the door open, it was so loud inside. Music and belligerent men yelling and being rowdy pierced the air. I quickly realized that it was a sound proof basement. The guys were young, early twenties, pumped with adrenaline and testosterone. You know, spoiled rotten, entitled types. They’ve grown up with way too much money and think they can do whatever they want.
Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468
There’s something special about a connection that feels warm, personal, and just a little bit thrilling. I love those moments where conversation flows easily, where laughter and flirting blend together until it feels like we’ve known each other much longer than we actually have in reality.
I’ve always had a naturally affectionate side for people. I enjoy listening, teasing gently, and making someone feel comfortable enough to relax and be themselves around me. The girlfriend-style connection is my favorite kind of energy—soft conversation, playful smiles, and the feeling that we’re sharing a moment that belongs just to us. Continue reading “Sweet Control: When Care Meets Command”
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
I’m still young and I think I still got it, so I blend right in when the other college kids go on Spring Break. This weekend I’m going to Miami. That’s where all the hot single guys go, right? I’m so ready to have so many orgasms this weekend with some mysterious hot guy. Who’s going to be the lucky one?
I was at a club until 2am and that’s when I looked over and I saw him. We’ll call him Matthew for now. He was well over six feet, tan complexion, blue eyes, dark hair and covered in tattoos. I never could resist a bad boy. Our eyes locked for a moment and then I walked out, hoping he would follow me outside. Lucky me, he did.
I leaned against the wall in the sexiest pose I could think of, as he walked closer to me. Come on kitty, that’s right. Walk up to mama. Without saying anything, he ran his hands through my hair and started kissing me, and boy, was he a good kisser. Possibly the best. My pussy soaked my panties at the anticipation of what was to come.
Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
I love planting spring seeds. Nurturing them until those beautiful little bright green sprouts start to emerge from the ground. So I was happily going about my day. It was a crisp and cool spring day. Perfect weather for gardening. I was in my own little world, minding my own business. Of course I was talking to my little seeds to fill them with love and motivation to grow. But I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered it anyway. “Hello, it’s Julie” I greeted the caller.
“Julie, you’re driving me crazy. I’ve been watching you bend over in those little, short shorts for hours. That ass has my cock so hard.” He whispered in a low, super sexy voice.
I looked around at the neighboring houses and wondered which window he was watching from. Normally I might have been a little creeped out. But the sound of his voice was making my body tingle, and my pussy wet. So I decided to tease him a little bit. I started bending over on purpose. And spreading my legs so he could get an even better view.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
It was 2am when I heard my phone ring. I sleepily answered and Rob’s voice was on the other end. He told me he couldn’t sleep and was literally begging me to come over. He needed to cum so bad and I was the only one who could help him. A slut’s job is never done. I got up, put something sexy on, like my silk jammies and silk robe to cover up with, and drove to his house.
I arrived at 3am and was ready to do my slutty duty. As I yelled Rob’s name, I heard him respond and tell me to just come to his bedroom where he was waiting for me. He was laying in bed shirtless, with his legs slightly spread but still in boxers. His cock was hanging out of his boxers, slightly hard, but I knew he needed me.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
My sister is getting married this year, and I get to be her maid of honor! With us being in different states, it’s been hard for me to decide on a dress that will match her other bridesmaids’ gowns. She asked me to go to a bridal shop here in Vegas and send her some pictures of the dresses I tried on.
Off I went to this fancy smancy bridal shop downtown with my friend Terri in tow. Terri is five feet nine inches tall, TRANSGENDER female with a cock that most men would envy. She’s very masculine in appearance but identifies and dresses as female.