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Mom! Look!

Posted 21 hours ago by Felicity

Mom! Look!

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“Mom, Mom!” The constant sound of Danny calling my name felt like white noise in my ear. I’d finally sat down on the couch and needed just five minutes to myself to make a phone call. “Mom! Look!” I swiped open the phone’s screen and looked for the number I needed. “Mom!” I couldn’t focus. His voice was so distracting.

“Hold on a minute, baby. Mommy has to make a call.” Danny, however, did not hold on. He ran over to the couch and was waving something around. “Just sit still and be quiet for me, okay?” His jumping about was too much, and my nerve endings felt frayed. He kept calling my name, and finally I snapped and looked up. “WHAT?” Danny had his penis out, and it was very stiff.

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Modeling For Art

Posted 1 day ago by Molly

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The studio was always kept just a few degrees too warm. A concession to the vulnerability of my skin against the open air. The scent of linseed oil and turpentine hung heavy in the air; a heady mix that always sharpened my senses. I stepped onto the dais, the silk robe slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet in a soft sigh of fabric. Unclothed, every draft felt like a caress across my bare skin.

Across the room, he sat behind his canvas. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, the scratching of charcoal ceased. His gaze was intense, a weight that I could feel traveling slowly down the curve of my neck, across the swell of my chest, and down to the arch of my hip. It wasn’t a clinical look; it was a deeply possessive appreciation that made a sudden, treacherous heat bloom beneath my skin.

“Hold that,” He murmured, his voice lower and rougher than usual. “Exactly like that.”

I shifted my weight, arching my back slightly and letting one hand rest against my thigh. The pose was demanding, exposing the long, unbroken lines of my body to his scrutiny. My heart hammered a…

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In a Magic Bottle

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For as long as I can remember, long before I was old enough to understand what my heart’s desire was, I craved a Daddy Dom. But my wish wasn’t for the soft Doms I met online or even the depraved sadists I read about in my favorite smut novels. I longed for a man somewhere in between the two worlds.

A fantasy, surely, for where would a girl find a man who wished to care for her with a gentle hand? Yet wish to strangle every orgasm from her with the same strong fingers? As I grew, I gave up on my mythical Daddy dream. It’d never come true. There could be no man alive who’d keep sweet lovin Kaykay on her toes in the way she desired. Or so I thought.

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Wedding Season

Posted 2 months ago by Roxy

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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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Spring Fever

Posted 2 months ago by Writer

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Welcome back to another moment in time, where I walk you down a delicious historical path. Today I stepped out onto my balcony that faces a beautiful forest. The trees are starting to liven up; the Bluebells are sprouting in the field. The fragrance in the air and the warmth on my skin took me to a more…seductive place. Goosebumps covered my skin, and my nipples became hard. Beginning in the 1800’s they called it Spring Fever, a euphemism for getting turned on once the sun came out.

This was a time when everything became fertile. When the world warms up, people begin to look at each other differently. Less clothing also means our eyes get to wander and take in the exposed flesh before us. Which is something I particularly enjoy. I have to admit, I am a sucker for nice legs, toned backs, and hard dicks. Winter was especially brutal this year and I have a bad case of Spring Fever.

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SXSW

Posted 2 months ago by Julie

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SXSW is an annual film and music festival that draws lots of celebrities, musicians, and others in the film and tv industry. It’s always a great time. But this year was absolutely amazing. My agent called out of the blue and told me that there was a well known, local jazz musician that needed a dancer for an event at a swanky venue. I was hesitant but she told me that he had asked for me specifically. So how on earth could I turn him down? I couldn’t. So I agreed to do it.

But I hadn’t anticipated being so attracted to him. He was very tall, very dark, and very handsome. He was older, which is my weakness. And so suave and charismatic. My heart melted and dripped out of my pussy when he looked me in the eyes and gently kissed my hand. I almost fainted when he whispered in his very deep voice “Hello Julie, it’s my honor to finally meet you”. Forget big dick energy. This man had massive cock energy.

We had intensely magnetic energy. The show could not have gone better. The audience kept growing and seemed to love the performance.

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I’m so glad that we decided to drive to the coast for spring break. Not only because a road trip is fun, but the airports have been a complete disaster lately. I’ve been looking forward to this girls’ trip with my besties for so long. And the credit card in my name that Brent promised came right in time for the trip. He told me to use it as I wish, to take my friends out to eat, go on shopping sprees, whatever I want. So we were taking our time. Stopping to shop and eat along the way. I thought I had been extra horny because of spring fever lately. But that’s nothing compared to my friends. They have so much pent up energy to get out. I think school has been really stressful for all of us. They haven’t gotten enough dick lately. Lol. So this was a much needed getaway. I just hadn’t anticipated how out of control they were going to be. Everywhere we went, they were flirting with all of the boys. A couple of them even hooked up with a few along the way. We are such little sluts. Barely legal, tight, teen sluts.

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His Eight Second Ride

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Air hissed from my lungs when he cinched the rope tight around my ribcage. The binding rope wound around me high enough that it shoved my tits toward my chin, making a deep valley between my breasts. His dark eyes danced with the promise of what was to come. I couldn’t control the wiggle of my hips when he stood over me, shoving his large, calloused hand into the riding glove.

He’d kissed, caressed, and nibbled every nerve ending in my body for hours, but refused to let me release. A slick sheen of sweat coated my flushed body. I needed him inside of me and begged for him to do so, but his calm control held firm. I felt his naked legs against the outside of my thighs when he straddled me. My legs were pressed together between his, then he squatted down. Allowing his thick length to part my pussy lips as he rubbed himself back and forth without entering me. “Such a tight little saddle.”

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I have a secret, and I’m finally ready to share it.

My family and the people in my small town think I’m this sweet, innocent southern belle—the kind of girl they’re proud of, the one who smiles politely and keeps everything proper. To them, I’m still that untouched, well-behaved girl they’ve always believed I am.

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Only Anal For Daddy

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I heard Daddy late last night with all of his friends. They were drinking and playing poker in the basement, and I liked to sit on the steps and eavesdrop. I find out so much juicy gossip from the top of the stairs. And last night was no different. I heard Daddy say that he is only allowed to fuck girls in the ass, otherwise they never feel him. His friends all laughed and teased him about having a small pecker, but he didn’t seem to care. He said he loves being an only anal Daddy.

It got me wondering… How small does a man have to be only to be allowed to fuck someone in the ass, and how would he feel stuffing his little self into my tight asshole?

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