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boyfriend

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Recently, my best friend Tayla and her longtime loser boyfriend Lucas found themselves in the midst of a heated argument at the local dive bar. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of too many drinks and pent-up frustration that had been brewing for weeks (well, more like months). Once again, in an effort to make himself appear far superior (and cooler) than he actually is, Lucas told everyone that he’s related to a famous rockstar and wanted Tayla to play along. Tayla, her eyes flashing with anger, wasn’t having it. She hates it when Lucas lies, especially when he insists she participate. Tayla turned around, her heels clicking sharply on the sticky floor, and stormed out of the bar, leaving Lucas looking like an idiot and feeling very embarrased.

Lucas, desperate to salvage the night, followed her out, his voice pleading as he called after her. “Baby! Baby, you can’t just walk home! Let me drive you!” Tayla, her back stiff with defiance, snapped back, “Well, I ain’t helpless here, you’re just someone I can’t stand. I can find my own way home, I don’t need you!”

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cuck

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve had an interesting week. It involved pizza, questionable life choices, and an experience I can only describe as “unexpectedly empowering.”  It all started with a text. You know, the kind that makes you raise an eyebrow and think, “Did I read that right?” A friend, we’ll call him Bob (because let’s be honest, every story like this involves a Bob), asked me a question that landed somewhere between bizarre and flattering. “Hey, Cory. Do you know anyone who would come over and fuck you while I watch?”

My response? Let’s just say it was less “Dear Abby” and more “YEAH, BABY!” Look, I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t intrigued. Curiosity got the better of me, okay! Besides, who am I to deny a consenting adult their preferences? So, I brought over a friend, popped some popcorn, and prepared for the weirdest Netflix and Chill session of my life. Let me tell you, there’s something strangely liberating about being the center of attention in that kind of scenario. It’s like performance art, but with more kissing. Or maybe less. Not always on the mouth, but definitely on the lips! Depends on your definition of art, I guess.

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abdl

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

CJ is a sweet ABDL most of the time, but sometimes? Sometimes, he morphs into a tiny, tantrum-throwing tornado with a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. Today was one of those days. It all started with the beach. Sunshine, sand, the promise of melting ice cream – what’s not to love, right? Well, apparently, my decision to prioritize, oh, I don’t know, grocery shopping and laundry over sandcastles wasn’t exactly met with joyous applause. More like a symphony of whining that quickly escalated into words I definitely didn’t teach him.

Now, I’m a reasonable person. I believe in second chances, in using your words, in deep breaths. So, I gave him a warning. A stern one. The “Mommy is not playing around” kind of warning. Did it work? Nope. Instead, the verbal volcano erupted again, this time spewing a fresh batch of colorful language directed right at yours truly. So, yeah, I spanked him. Did I enjoy it? Of course not. But sometimes, a little tangible consequence is the only language this guy understands.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Where on earth is the radicchio? I wondered. Searching the produce section. Am I missing it? They usually always have it. And it’s my absolute favorite. But I’m not finding it. Right as I look up, I see the produce manager. He’s always very helpful. To be honest, he’s also very flirty. And I guess very intuitive and attentive as well. Because he came right over and asked what he could help me find. I asked about the radicchio. He looked so disappointed to have to tell me that a shipment had been delayed. He apologized profusely. And took my phone number. He told me that he was going to make a few phone calls. And he would let me know when it would be in. I assured him that it was not a big deal. And told him how much I appreciated it.

Later that day, he called to let me know that it came in. He told me that as a courtesy, he was going to have it delivered. Then he apologized again for the inconvenience. Wow, I thought. What a sweetheart he is.

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The Clinic Will Help

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My feet paused in the soft carpet of the upstairs hallway, and my ears perked up. I could hear… sounds. You know the kind. Moans and grunts. Sounds that I shouldn’t be hearing from my young son’s room. It felt like the world had tilted on its axis! No, this can’t be happening. Not this soon! I knew he was growing up and becoming more of a man than the sweet baby I had nursed years ago, but I wasn’t ready to let him go!

I recently read about an age regression clinic where they helped Mothers with this exact situation. The next loud moan sent my feet back into action. I pushed into his room and saw what I hoped I’d been imagining. There he was, my sweet baby boy, hunched over his laptop watching porn with his cock in his hand.

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Hot Tour Guide

Posted 1 week ago by Roxy

Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I couldn’t believe how hot our tour guide was. The girls and I had planned a much needed vacay. We work long, late hours. Always pleasing others is so draining. We need time to rest, relax and replenish. So we like to take girl’s trips every few months. This was our “spring fling”. Our tour guide scheduled manis, pedis, body wraps, waxes, sauna/cold plunge, massages, facials, yoga, and more. We pamper ourselves so we can be at our best for our clients.

We were greeted by a beautiful boy. Sun bleached highlights, golden tan, chiseled physique, ocean blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I work around all kinds of men. I’m not bashful. But his perfection made me blush. He actually made me nervous. It was not like me at all to feel this way around a man. But he really got to me for some reason. The feeling must have been mutual because he was watching me when we were lying out at the pool. I found myself wondering about him. He seemed to only work mornings. I was so curious about what else he did. Did he have another job or business? Or maybe he was a student.

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Kevin

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

We all have those people in our lives—the ones who orbit our world, never quite landing, always just…there. And then there’s this guy. Let’s call him Kevin. (No offense to any Kevins out there, but it feels like a fitting name for this particular brand of awkward admirer.)

Kevin calls me sometimes. Not for anything important, mind you. Not for scintillating conversation or a shared intellectual pursuit. No, Kevin calls to…well, to put it delicately, “appreciate” my voice while “engaging” with me. Okay, fine, he goons. Actually, he’s your typical loser who pays me to pay attention to him while he goons over my photos because he can’t have someone like me in real life. It’s pathetic. There, I said it.

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Daddy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I absolutely LOVE Daddy’s itty-bitty peen! I mean, seriously, have you ever seen anything so cute? It’s like it’s just waiting for me to scoop it up in my mouth and give it a good tickle. And let me tell you, it tastes amazing! I don’t know what Daddy’s been eating, but his tiny peen is always so delicious. It’s like a salty, musky little cream-filled treat, just for me. Mmmm…YUM!

I love getting him all riled up and excited, watching his face contort in pleasure as I lick and suck on his little thing. It doesn’t get much bigger when it’s hard, it just kinda sticks its head out enough to say hi. LOL Which is fine by me because Daddy’s so good with his mouth that I almost don’t miss being fucked in the traditional sense! And the best part? Knowing that I’m the one who’s in control. I’m the one who gets to decide when he gets to have his fun and when his little peen gets to explode!

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sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My sissy, Stella. She keeps me constantly on my toes (and occasionally reaching for the headache medicine). Let’s be clear, I adore her. I truly do. But sometimes, dealing with her is an interesting process. Now, the allure of having a sissy is obvious, isn’t it? The delicate dresses, the painstakingly applied makeup and perfect hair, the eager-to-please attitude. It’s all very appealing, if you know what I mean. She’s a blank canvas ripe for artistic expression and lets me do anything and everything to her holes. And believe me, I’ve been expressing myself.

But here’s the kicker: my little darling? She’s still got a few…Um…Glitches in the system. There are days when she’s the epitome of feminine grace, fluttering around in fancy dresses and stockings and lace, batting her eyelashes with the precision of a seasoned professional. Then, BAM! Out comes the “boy voice.” You know, that deep, gravelly rumble that belongs on a construction site, not coming from a vision swathed in pink chiffon!

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pegging

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The reasons guys call me are varied, to say the least. Some are looking for a playful romp, a bit of lighthearted fun and maybe a tickle fight (okay, maybe not EXACTLY a tickle fight). Others seem to yearn for a 1950s housewife, ready to cater to their every whim, both in and out of the bedroom. Then there are the fellas with a genuine love and admiration of women’s undergarments. Hey, I totally get it! Lingerie is S-E-X-Y!

And then…Then, we have the guys who love nothing more than a good pegging session. Now, for those of you who might be living under a rock (or perhaps just haven’t stumbled down that particular corner of the internet), pegging, in its simplest form, is when a woman uses a strap-on dildo to penetrate a man. It’s a role reversal, a power play, and let’s be honest, a heck of a lot of fun!

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