Tag: Kinky

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was a nice evening, and I’ve been busting my ass with work, so I thought I deserved a little TLC. The kinky singles massage club was calling my name. I was waiting in line to get in, and I saw the most gorgeous, sexy guy sporting a pink crop top.

I started talking to him and we both got in at the same time which meant we got our massages together. There were tables set up and massage oils laying around. I wanted some sensual lavender vanilla; it got me so horny and worked up.

Next, he picked out a coffee scent which opened up the pores, and it was such a manly scent. I couldn’t help myself. Walking closer to him, I ran my hands up and down his body. I said, “I love it when you wear crop tops, makes it so much easier to put my hands up your shirt.”

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Well, I did it. I’m enrolled in cosmetology school. But I’m also in this crazy agreement with Mr. Steel. I always manage to get myself in deeper. As if I wasn’t already in deep enough with my uncle paying tuition for sexual favors and my landlord/sugar daddy giving me free rent and a credit card for wrecking his home. Now I’m in a Domme/Sub relationship with the cosmetology school owner, Mr. Steel.

Brent, my landlord/sugar daddy was so happy for me and told me that he wanted to buy me the kit that I’m going to need for school. He told me to put it on the credit card he gave me. I felt kind of guilty about my secret. Mr. Steel just had something about him. He was intriguing, mysterious, charismatic, and so good looking that it made me blush. I can’t stop thinking about him. He did something to me that I’ve never felt before. My body tingles with excitement thinking about fully submitting to him. The fear of how extreme he’s going to be is twistedly arousing.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The roar of forty thousand fans reverberated through the metal bleachers. A deafening wall of sound that shielded us better than any curtain ever could. We were tucked into the upper deck, enveloped by the buzzing energy of the ninth inning. My entire universe had narrowed down to the heavy warmth of his leg pressed firmly against mine.

He kept his eyes fixed on the field, a cool picture of casual focus. But under the shield of his oversized team jacket spread across our laps, his hand was making a merciless descent.

When his fingertips brushed the inner curve of my thigh, a sharp gasp escaped my throat, instantly swallowed by the crowd’s collective groan at a missed pitch. His thumb stroked agonizingly slow circles through the thin fabric of my shorts, steadily working its way upward. The contrast was maddening, tens of thousands of oblivious eyes around us; and his hidden intent burning right beside me.

I gripped the edge of my seat, my knuckles turning white as his fingers slipped higher. Finally finding the sensitive apex where heat pooled. He didn’t rush. With a master’s patience, he applied a precise, rhythmic pressure through the cloth. Tracing tight, exquisite… Continue reading “His Masterful Fingers” →

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 ext 457

I went in to talk to the admissions counselor at the cosmetology school the other day. 

“Mr. Steel will see you now Rachel,” his assistant smiled and led me to his office. Suddenly I was getting so nervous. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like it was a job interview or anything. When she opened the door for me, he stood up behind his massive desk. My heart skipped a beat. He was uncomfortably good looking. I blushed fifty shades of red and could barely look him in the eyes. It must have amused him judging by the satisfied smirk on his face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that intimidated in my life. Something about him made me feel so tingly inside. Sitting across that massive desk from him made me feel so small. He walked over to his computer and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. I couldn’t believe what popped up. He had a video of the day that I squirted in the instructor’s face when I was Brandy’s model for her waxing exam.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The heat of Hanoi at midnight was a living thing, thick with the scent of roasted coffee, exhaust, and blooming jasmine. I had returned to my boutique hotel room in the Old Quarter, eager to peel off my damp clothes and wash away the grime of the day.

I stripped down to a pair of black lacy underwear, tossing them onto the unmade bed, before slipping into the bathroom for a cold shower.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, towel wrapped tight around my chest, the air felt different. Thicker. Charged with a sudden, wild electricity.

Standing by the balcony doors, was my private guide from the afternoon. The polite, buttoned-up man who had navigated the bustling streets had vanished. He stood in the shadows, his shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing a broad, golden chest that gleamed in the ambient streetlights. Across his skin, faint, dark tiger stripes beneath the surface, pulsing with a life of their own.

But it was what he held in his hand that made my breath catch.

He was holding my discarded lacy underwear.

His eyes, now a brilliant, glowing amber with slit pupils, locked onto mine. He didn’t look ashamed; his gaze was fierce, predatory… Continue reading “Panty Sniffing Weretiger” →

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The soft glow of my bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room. The silence was broken only by the quiet hum of the open phone line against my ear. I listened intently, catching the slight, ragged catch in your breath. It was a delicious kind of distance, one that I intended to bridge with nothing but the slow, deliberate cadence of my voice.

“Close your eyes,” I murmured, leaning back against the pillows; my tone dripping with a heavy, unhurried warmth. “I want you to imagine I’m right there in the room with you. Feel the weight of my gaze on your skin. Tracing the line of your shoulders. Watching the way your chest rises and falls.”

I paused, letting the silence stretch, giving you time to settle into the sheer anticipation. “Now, take your right hand. Place it flat against your chest. Feel how fast your heart is beating for me? Good. Hold it there for a moment.”

A low, breathless sound escaped your lips, a tiny vibration that sent a corresponding thrill straight through me. I shifted, the sheets rustling around my bare legs, imagining the heat of your body matching mine.

“Slide your hand down,” I… Continue reading “Guiding Your Pleasure” →

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Here is the link to Macrame Obsession Part 1 https://phonesexcandy.com/macrame-obsession/#more-113988

The fan hitting my white sweat drenched dress was making my nipples hard. And the way it clung on to every curve of my body made it impossible to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. To make things worse, I was so aroused by watching the instructor tie the knots, that I wasn’t learning how to do it. And now he was calling us up one at a time to test us on the different knots. I was mortified. My heart was racing. The only thing I could do was hope that I could see enough of the students do them that I learned how before my turn. I was trying so hard to pay attention but their backs were towards us so it was hard to see. And the knots were very confusing to me. I was so screwed. When he called my name, I knew everyone could see right through my dress. But at that point, it was my only hope. I thought maybe if I flirted with him, he would go easy on me. But I was wrong. He was not amused.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

How many of you boy toys love having sloppy seconds? You know what I’m talking about. Your girlfriend or wife just came home from a girl’s night and tells you all about the guy she had a quickie with, in the bathroom stall. To make it better, she didn’t clean up afterwards; just came racing home to fuck you! As you’re fucking her, you can feel another guy’s squishy, warm, wet cum. And when you cum and leak all over the place, you don’t know if you’re cleaning up your cum, or HIS cum!

Hubby is home for the weekend, and I thought it would be fun to come home and fuck him. We only fuck once or twice a week, when I’m lucky enough. For some couples that’s enough, but for a slut like me, I need daily fucking. Anyways I let him have his way with me and then AFTER he came, I thought it would be even more fun to tell him he just had SLOPPY SECONDS!

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I just discovered a new obsession with macrame. So when I saw a macrame plant hanger class, I had to sign up. I imagined a group of older ladies. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Most of the people taking the class were in their twenties and thirties, including a few guys.There was a handful of women in their forties and fifties. But the biggest shocker of all was the teacher. I assumed a macrame plant hanger class would be taught by an older hippie woman. That’s what I get for assuming. The teacher looked like one of those male models on the cover of a romance novel. You know the type. Tall, tanned, and muscular with long sunbleached golden hair blowing in the wind. Well, in this case it was getting blown by the fan. But you know what I mean.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was invited to a bohemian style wedding. And I knew just the place to find the perfect dress. Gypsy’s Vintage Boutique. It was perfect timing because Gypsy has been asking me to come back to play with her and her husband Nomad. If I can get a free dress, even better. After all, when I met them during the spring hailstorm, she promised. She told me that I could have a free vintage wardrobe if I keep getting Nomad’s dick hard. It was the first time he had gotten hard in years. Gypsy had tried everything. (I included the links to the spring hailstorm at the bottom of this blog).
She told me to be there after they closed so we could have the store to ourselves. When I got there, once again, the mood was set with burning incense, herbal tea, and funky instrumental music playing in the background. But this time she had curated a whole rack of dresses for me to try on. She had everything set up right there, not in a dressing room. They were going to be my audience. That was obviously planned on purpose to get Nomad aroused. But……

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