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I’ll be the first one to tell you I am a unicorn. Not just any unicorn, but a pink unicorn. My suit is one of a kind, custom-made, just for me. It’s tight, but not tight to my body. Plus, it has a unique sparkly silver horn, and the most amazing purple tail and mane.

Now I want to have a tea party and my guest list is very selective, only my pillow pals are invited. First, there’s Rick, he’s a blue fox. Then, there’s Courtney, she’s a red bird. Lastly, there is Tom, he’s a black jaguar.

Before I invited everyone over, I had to make sure everything was perfect. Starting to gather all my fine China and silverware, I set four places at my dining room table. First, I set out a variety of black and green tea. Next, scones and pastries. Lastly, milk, sugar, jams, and butter.

Courtney and Tom arrived first, together, in their soft suits. Rick the blue fox was the last to arrive.

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In honor of National “Fetish Day” I’m going to explain some of my personal fetishes and kinks, remember, we’re a no-taboo site. Now, this first one is maybe a little bit “weird” and perhaps unique to me.

First, high-resolution safety wear turns me on. Hear me out. Just so you know, by high-resolution safety wear, I am literally talking about the neon/high visibility PPE some people are required to wear for work. So, let me explain why it turns me on. In my opinion, anyone who needs to wear that to work has some kind of “dangerous” job. Whether that be forklift driver, construction, tower-crane operator, the list goes on. Personally, I would love to have my man come home from work in his PPE safety gear, all dirty. So then I can get on my knees and give him the best BJ he’s ever had.

Second, I love nylons. When I was young, I wore nylons to school every day. Every day I would come home with a run in my nylons and Mommy and Daddy would be so annoyed they had to buy me more.

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The world of pageants has always been fun. Competing has always been fun for me, throughout my whole life.

When I was younger, I wore the most amazing glittery dresses with delightful tutus on them. The colours were enjoyable and vibrant and I looked good in all of them. Pink was one of my favourites to compete in, as I grew up, I loved red.

Daddy always loved to help me get ready for my pageants. He still does.

Normally, when I compete, I win. However, that can never be counted on. That’s why I always make sure I do a great job of the private interview portion. If you know what I mean.

January 2024, I am competing in Miss Grand International. Of course, I want that Golden Crown.

Daddy wanted to help me get ready.

We had just had sex, and I was feeling so good.

Getting out of bed, I decided to model my outfits for Daddy.

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It’s national shower sex day and I love to fuck in the shower. My shower is gray tile with a glass door. There are silver racks inside the shower where I store my shampoos, conditioners, body washes, and such. 

So, I strip off all my clothes and turn on the water while I admire myself in the mirror. I like when the water is hot when I get in and it takes a minute or two to warm up. 

Next, slide open the glass door and get inside. Once I’m inside, I start by getting all wet. I rinse my hair and my entire body with water and a bar of Lush Sugar Fairy soap first. Then, I pump some Moroccan Oil Repair shampoo in my hair. It smells amazing already. As I let the shampoo sit in my hair for a moment, I squeeze Aveda body wash into my loofa. I love getting my perky tits and peachy booty covered in soapy suds. 

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This blog is dedicated to my fellow Candy Sluts, I love every single one of you, ladies! The original song is TikTok by Kesha, in case you didn’t already know.

 

Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ like real pretty 

Grab my Starbs, I’m online, I’m gonna hit the Playroom 

Before I log on, charge my vibrator, perk up my titties 

‘Cause when I log on, I run these bitties  

 

Pedicure on my perfect toes, toes 

Trying on all my bras, bras 

Guys calling my phone, phone,
Drop-toppin’ TV is playing porn 

Fucking my pussy till’ it’s raw, raw 

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Welcome seXXXies! 

I’ve officially been working at Candy for a little over one month! *Pops champagne!* 

Therefore, I wanted to give all of you an update on some of the new kinks I’ve become more interested in. First of all, let me say, that we are a NO TABOO site, everyone is welcome here and is not judged. However, people are only able to understand things that they genuinely understand. If there was ever a time in which you felt I was uninterested in taking your call, that is not the case. 

Personally, I never, ever want to come across as disingenuous on a call. People pay good money for our services, I care about customer service and I never want to disappoint anyone. 

In addition, I have spent a lot of time educating myself on various subjects over the last while. Everyone is different. Just because one person likes calls one way does not mean everyone with that particular kink does. 

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For my last day and night in Whistler, Daniel had some surprises for me. First, he told me he booked us a 7:00 pm dinner reservation at Rimrock Cafe. This restaurant is known for the best seafood in all of Whistler, maybe even the entire West Coast. In addition, he told me to go back to the spa and buy myself whatever clothes I wanted. Finally, he told me there would be one final surprise later in the evening. I couldn’t wait.

To start my day, I headed to the spa. Wanting my nails touched up and a body wrap, I knew I would feel good tonight. Not to mention, I might as well take my last opportunity to enjoy that luxurious pool and sauna.

Next, I went shopping. Daddy knows I do as I’m told. First, I stopped by The Abigail Lifestyle Boutique. I purchased a black mini lace dress as well as one light pink and one emerald green floor-length dress. 

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Now back in my Whistler Townhouse alone, I reminisced on the hottest sauna fuck with my new friend Riley the previous day.

Always amazes me how down to fuck other girls are. Not surprisingly, men I’m with never consider it cheating if I’m just fucking other girls, especially if they’re invited for a three-way.

So, Whistler has this amazing 360-degree gondola with glass windows you can see out all sides. Daniel had bought tickets for himself, myself, and Riley. The three of us were planning on meeting there around 3:00 pm. 

I picked out a short jean skirt, without panties, and a white cable-knit halter crop top. In addition, I wore my white Canada Goose jacket and white and beige Canada Goose boots. Damn, I always look so cute. 

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Still sitting in the hot tub, I cannot believe this spa menu. Not to mention the prices, thank goodness Daniel gave me his black card.

First, I booked The Ultimate Escape package which included a massage, facial, manicure, and pedicure. Second, I added Whistler’s Signature Treatment, which included a body wrap and scrub, access to their baths, and a luxurious hair and scalp treatment. In addition, I added a foot and back treatment. This spa day was going to cost Daniel an easy $1,500 CAN and that wasn’t even including an automatic 17% gratuity. 

Knowing I didn’t need to get dolled up for the spa, I tried to find something comfortable to wear. Settling on a light blue vintage Juicy Couture tracksuit with nothing underneath, I slipped on my white waterproof Ugg boots. 

Next, I grabbed my white Marc Jacobs tote and my room key and headed for the spa. 

Walking into the Four Seasons Whistler Spa, I was blown away. The smell was the first thing that hit me. Not being able to quite identify it, it smelt woodsy with hints of ginger, cedar, and plum,  it was amazing. 

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For a while, I had been seeing this guy named Daniel.

The last time we had met, we fucked in an Igloo. When I left, he handed me a red envelope with a monogrammed “D”, I couldn’t wait to find out what my next adventure would be.

Daniel had instructed me to wait until after the New Year to open it.

So, after New Year’s, I am sitting in my bedroom with the envelope in my hands, eagerly anticipating what is inside. Slowly, I press down on the wax seal, it cracks, and the envelope pops open.

The note inside read as follows, “We’re going to a Nordic Spa, I’m not telling you where. Be ready for the helicopter tonight at 5:00 pm. I will meet you there”.

Being a Canadian, of course, I love Nordic Spas. There are Nordic spas all over the world and they tend to operate on the same principle: hot, warm, cold, rest, repeat. Continue reading “Jemma’s at a Nordic Spa” →