Tag: Kinky

Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Tonight was one of those nights that could easily turn into a scene from an X-rated movie. It was a very much a naughty night for me. I couldn’t escape the urges that were brewing inside my body like a wildfire. I tried to take my mind off feeling like this, but there was no use. My body craved some adult attention. Tonight I wasn’t alone. I sat legs crossed on the plush, oversized sofa of my high-rise apartment and gazed up, seeing those long, toned legs and that hot, toned body standing before me. My eyes are drinking in every inch of her tight, athletic, toned body. Her big blue eyes dazzled back at me as she smiled, meeting my gaze. Continue reading “A Naughty Night” →

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Daddy was waiting for me in the kitchen as I snuck in past curfew. All the lights were off as I walked in, so I thought I got away with it, until I walked in and he turned on the lights and scared the crap out of me. “Hey daddy, what are you doing up so late?” “I should be asking you the same thing missy,” he said to me. I told him I was just out with my girlfriends and lost track of time.

He reminded me what was going to happen last time I was late, if I was late again. I cried and begged and said, “No daddy, I’m so sorry. Anything but that. I didn’t mean to be late again.” He apologized for what he was going to do, but he had to teach me a lesson, and I had to know he was serious or I would keep disrespecting the curfew.

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Kara  1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Sometimes I find myself lying in bed thinking of the first time I had sex. It was not the typical story of an innocent boy and girl exploring. This was more of a scene from a hot, explicit movie. We were both attending the same school, and he was a few years older than I. I knew he had experience, and he was so hot I pretended I’d also done it before to seem more attractive. I’d played the scenes of raunchy movies over in my head to prepare as I lay in bed watching him undress. Even though it was a distant memory, I remember every hot and steamy detail down to the smell.

 

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

There is just something about dressing up a sissy boy that delights me. I guess all girls loved to play dress up, but dressing up as sissies is so much more fun. Surely I could play in my closet, trying on all the sexy dresses and heels I’ve acquired, but I’d rather dress up my sissy boy. He gets so excited when I call him over because he already knows what to expect. Today was slightly different, but I’ve decided to surprise him once I’ve dressed him all up.

 

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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.

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Puppet Master

Posted 2 months ago by Stella

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.

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Wedding Season

Posted 3 months ago by Roxy

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.

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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.

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Stuff My Cuck

Posted 3 months ago by Writer

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

The day started like any other typical day in our home. My cuck boyfriend would be cleaning after preparing my breakfast and setting the table with fresh flowers and juice. I had a big surprise planned for him for later.  I’d given him instructions on what to do while I was out.  I told him to be sure to have on the outfit I laid out for him when I returned, and he eagerly agreed, not knowing exactly what it was.  Immediately after leaving, I called my lover with the rest of the details and gave him time to be ready for my arrival.
My lover in tow as I returned home to find my cuck boyfriend in his tiny black bra and black lace panties with his sheer nylons covering his hairy legs and black stiletto heels on his feet. His face flushed red at the sight of my lover and me making our way into the modernly decorated living area, where we made ourselves more comfortable.
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