Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Tag: roleplay
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
The newspaper had announced the latest lottery winner, and he lived right here in town! So I waited until it was dark and stormy, and I dressed in my slinkiest white party dress with not a stitch of clothing underneath. Then, I drove out towards his big house and parked a ways down the road. Walking slowly to ensure my dress was soaked through by the time I knocked on his door. My stiff nipples felt like pinpoints about to rip open my dress and my whole body shivered.
Steve opened the door, and concern and confusion pinched his features. “I’m so sorry to bother you so late.” I pouted up at him from under the glow of his porch light. “It’s just my car broke down a bit down the road, and my cell has no service. I was kind of wondering if you wouldn’t mind letting me use your phone to call for help and possibly a towel or two to dry off?” The sweet, rich man ushered me in and showed me right to the bathroom.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I see there’s a convention in town later this month. And that can only mean one thing, time for me to find a new outfit and heels to show off at the hotel bar across the street from the convention center.
I used to book a room, but that became redundant and boring. Much more fun to have a bed riding on seducing a convention goer into bringing me back to his room.
So I love to roleplay, and one of my favourites is a naughty schoolgirl. Hence, I had several naughty schoolgirl outfits, so when I heard the rumour about Professor Thompson being into naughty schoolgirls, especially the ones who do the whole look. I may have seen a way to improve my grade, as I could have been doing better in his class if I had paid attention to the lesson and not thought about how I would love to lick my way down his sexy body or have Professor Thompson take me and bend me over his desk and have his way with me. So in plans to see if the rumour was true, I decided to wear a naughty schoolgirl outfit to class and to be playful and misbehave in hopes that Professor Thompson would keep me after class to talk about my behaviour in class.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
The ritual had been promised, a prophecy yet to be fulfilled. When we met, he told me his people had been looking for me for centuries. It seemed so odd when he told me that he’d been forewarned that he would one day meet the chosen one, and it would be his responsibility to prepare her for her duties. I didn’t know what he meant or even how to understand the heaviness of the things he whispered in my ear, but he made me feel special. His people needed me to save them. Me? How about I be the answer to all they’d hoped for?
He promised me abundance and riches if only I’d be brave enough to meet my fate head-on. But then, he kissed the back of my hand and pleaded, “Frannie, will you be our willing sacrifice?”
Seeing as the vampires had just come out as living among the humans, people had started to figure out that Bill was a vampire. Katrina could only hope that people would not treat them differently cause Bill was a vampire. Like clockwork, since they met, Bill and Katrina met every night at sunset.
Bill would drink a bottle of Essence of Life, a product made for the vampires to survive, instead of feeding off humans after they came out as living among them. Well, Katrina had her supper and told Bill about her day. Bill loved hearing about Katrina’s day as it was the closest he would ever be to being part of them. Continue reading “Bill The Vampire”
Wendy @ 844- 33 – CANDY, ext. 424
I’m really starting to find my niche here. It’s been a while since I’ve been on, but I have been back now for about three weeks, and I seem to be finding the perfect spot. I’m Mommy.
Which is odd, because I am a Mommy. And I am a damn good one. When it’s time to discipline, I am the best at it. But also when it’s time to snuggle, I am the best at that, too. Mommy always seems to know just what her babies need. It’s like an instinct, I can read their thoughts before they have even had a chance to process them.
Zia 1-844-33CANDY ext 402
I know that you work so hard at your job day in and day out. You might also have an annoying wife or boring girlfriend who nags you all the time. You don’t deserve to be all work and no play! It’s time for someone to take care of you, now. Let me do that for you. I want you to grab your phone, lay back and enjoy while I use my mind, voice, and body to pleasure you in every way.
Look at you, my big strong hard-working man. You’re so tired and achy and horny as fuck. I think you need me to make you a stiff drink while you take a seat in your favorite chair and let Zia do all the work. I want to start by running my fingers through your hair and kissing your neck softly with a little biting to get you going. I’ll rub your shoulders from behind as you feel my perky tits on the back of your head. See how hard my nipples are for you?
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
No taboo is how I live now, but when I was in high school, I was what you would call awkward. I didn’t develop until my college years. So, to say that the “in” girls in high school were mean would be a total understatement. When I got notice of our high school reunion, I was excited to show those girls from school just how hot I turned out to be. I walked in and immediately saw them at the entrance table. When I grabbed my nametag and signed in their mouths just about dropped. They had packed on some pounds but still had those attitudes.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
There was a rumor going around town that a bad man lived in the house next to mine. A man who would do really bad things to really sweet girls. The police knew he liked curvy snacks that were much too young for a bad man like him to be tasting. However, they could never find any proof.
They needed some teen jailbait and knew just who to ask.