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Call Him Daddy

Posted 14 hours ago by Kara

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I’ve been in a relationship with a white guy for about a year now. However, I’ve been having sex with Chance, whom I call Daddy. He is a tall 6”2’ muscular man weighing about 220 lbs, young and athletic. He knows I am in a relationship, but that doesn’t stop him from making me his bitch. Chance hasn’t had the best life and lives in a pretty rough neighborhood, but you wouldn’t know that if you saw him out in public. He was always well-groomed and had great hygiene. He smells so good and tastes even better. Ever since he fucked me six months ago, I have not been able to get enough. He calls me over at any time of the day or night, and I go without a second thought. My simple boyfriend is the typical white-collar CEO with a boring office job. Granted that the job comes with a six-figure salary, which is the only reason I stay.

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SXSW

Posted 7 days 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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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” →

Fun with Food

Posted 2 weeks ago by Melanie

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was at home in the kitchen, thinking about cooking when my brother Matt came in. He told me him and his friends were watching exotic porn where the girls were masturbating using all kinds of food. He leaned in and whispered something in my ear. I said, “You want to film me doing what to myself?” Matt wanted me to choke on a banana and stick a huge cucumber up my pussy.

Now, I’ve had fun with food before, but we are talking about banana split type food all OVER my body, nothing ever inside, but it sounded intriguing. I agreed. If I was going to stuff food inside me, I might as well lay down on the kitchen table. Eat me baby! Not only did Matt want to film everything, but he also wanted to participate.

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I decided to volunteer at the campus library last week, and I’m so glad I did. I ended up making new memories. It started out as a quiet evening. I had decided to stay late since my bed is so cold with my husband always gone. The campus library at night has a way of making me feel warm and cozy. I also really love helping the Freshmen find their way around. The library is so big and had so many places to hideaway. Every nook was filled with comfort and privacy. I often found myself daydreaming about doing unspeakable things to some of the college students I met there. Even though I volunteer there, I see how the guys on the football team look at me. They even call me a MILF; I secretly enjoy the playful banter.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The boardroom smelled like espresso and tension. Ethan Carr, the man across the table from me, leaned back in his chair and smiled like he’d already won the merger we were arguing over. I had to remind myself he was the enemy. His company wanted to swallow mine whole. Yet every time he spoke, my pulse did a little somersault.

After hours of circling each other’s bottom lines, we called it a draw. He bought me a drink afterward. His hand brushed mine as he set the glass down. “You’re tougher than you look,” he said. “And you’re full of it,” I shot back, but my smile was weak. We ended up at my place. His laugh was a low rumble as he kissed me. I pulled him closer, as all thoughts of spreadsheets and stock options melted into thin air. He tasted like ambition and something darker…I couldn’t quite name it.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

There’s just somethin’ ‘bout a cowboy that makes me weak in the knees. And I met a truly genuine one at the rodeo. He looked so fucking sexy roping the bulls in his wranglers, cowboy hat and boots, and leather chaps. Mmmmm… that smell of leather gets me so wet. With the way all of the girls were fawning over him, he had to know how good lookin’ he is. But I caught his eye.  One thing led to another, and he asked me out for dinner. What I hadn’t anticipated was how dressed up he was. He looked so handsome in his black felt cowboy hat and sports coat. And he brought me a dozen pink roses. He informed me that he’d made reservations at an upscale steak house, so I hurriedly slipped into a little black dress. And we were off. I had really misjudged him. That’s what I get for judging a book by it’s cover. The way he smirked at all of his little groupies led me to believe that he was just a pretty boy player. But he was actually quite the gentleman.

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Isabelle (1-844-33-CANDY) #464

The Mile High Club was something I’ve only read about since I’ve wanted to experience it. As the older man with silver temples guided me toward the cramped airplane lavatory, I knew this was happening. He’d been watching me since boarding. His gaze was bold and appreciative. When he’d passed my seat, he leaned down to whisper, ” Join me in five minutes if you’re adventurous”.

Now locked in the tiny space. His mouth was on my neck, smelled like whiskey and mint as his lips pressed against mine. I could feel his hard dick through his expensive trousers, thick and insistent against my belly. “I’ve wanted to bend you over since I saw you boarding”. He growled, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. I moaned as he put his hand over my mouth, as the other one was in my panties, his experienced fingers finding my clit immediately.”Turn around,” he commanded.”Hands on the sink”.

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Thirsty Man

Posted 2 months ago by Francie

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He walked into the empty house, unaware of the events that would unfold. Feeling hungry from a day of work, he searched the kitchen for a snack. Not a single crumb of food was found in the cabinets, the pantry, or the refrigerator, for that matter. The only thing he could consume was a small vial atop the kitchen counter labeled “Drink Me.”

He had seen movies where such vials were dangerous, but the audible sound of his stomach rumbling decided for him. The thirsty man popped the cork off the vial and tipped it to his lips. Allowing the clear liquid to slip down his throat caused a warming sensation in his belly as soon as it landed.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I came in Santa Claus’ lap. That’s when I first realized that my attraction to white headed older men was intense. It may even be a fetish. As far back as I can remember, I would get so excited to go see him. Not excited like most kids, excited sexually. At first, I just felt so safe and secure in his big, strong arms. Then somewhere along the line, that turned sexual. I remember sitting on his lap in my Sunday school dress and my little silky panties. The way his soft velvet pants felt against my little pussy made me want to rub it back and forth. Then I felt his hard cock protruding through them and rubbing on my little ass. That really turned me on. My little panties were so wet.

I would lay in bed at night and fantasize about Santa Claus. Most kids would fantasize and dream about what Santa was going to bring them. But I would dream about what I wanted Santa Claus to do to me. I can’t tell you how many times I played with my pussy while thinking about Santa.

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