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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I walk into the kitchen, where you’re making lunch. Watching you, I can see the sweat on your back, the way your shirt clings to your skin. I walk up behind you, pressing my body against yours. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day, Paulie,” I announce. “The way your muscles flex as you move around the house, the way your jeans hug your ass. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, thinking about how good it would feel to have you inside me.”

You turn around, a smirk on your face. “Is that so?” you ask, your hands finding my hips. “And what makes you think I want to fuck you, Amber?” I grin, my hands moving to your chest. “Because I know you do,” I say, my fingers tracing the lines of your muscles. “I know you’ve been wanting to fuck me for years, just like I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It felt flattering at first, this intense desire to know me, every corner of my journey. He’d lean in, eyes wide and earnest, asking about the names and faces that came before him. “What was your first boyfriend’s name?” he’d ask, genuinely curious. “How old were you when you lost your virginity? What was that like?” He wanted details, not just broad strokes.

He wasn’t just curious about my experiences; it felt like he was studying them, absorbing every confession. When I mentioned I do phone sex, his interest spiked. “Why did you get into that? What was the wildest thing you ever did with a guy on a call? Or in real life?” His questions were relentless.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was a typical Friday evening, and I was lounging on my couch, scrolling through my phone when Max’s name popped up on my screen. I hadn’t heard from him in years, not since our ill-fated relationship ended abruptly. My curiosity piqued, I answered the call. “Hey, Max,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”

“Hey, babe,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. “I just wanted to apologize for what happened between us. I know I messed up, and I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” “Max, we both know why we broke up. I just couldn’t deal with your…” I paused for dramatic effect, “micro cock.” Max sighed heavily on the other end of the line. “I know, I know. But I’ve been working on myself, and I’ve been doing a lot of research on how to please a woman. I promise things will be different this time.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The brochure for “Carnal Kingdom” was a masterpiece of suggestive design: neon lights, blurred figures, and a tagline that read, “Not your grandmother’s carnival.” On vacation last week, seeking something beyond the usual tourist traps, this adults-only amusement park seemed like a perfect diversion. Especially for a girl like me.

The park lived up to its name, with rides like “The G-Spotter” and “Wet Dream Falls.” But one attraction, towering over the rest with its garish, phallic silhouette, immediately caught my eye: the “Cocktival.” “You gotta try it,” a heavily tattooed guy in line ahead of me grinned, adjusting his novelty penis-shaped hat. “It’s an experience.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I decided to let my hair down and indulge in a fantasy I’d always harbored, but hadn’t yet tried. It began with booking a luxurious hotel room, slipping into my sexiest lingerie, and texting ten of my most attractive guy friends, inviting them to join me for a night of debauchery and sin. To my delight, each one of them eagerly accepted the invitation.

The room buzzed with excitement as my friends arrived, one by one, each more handsome than the last. The energy in the room was electric, and I knew that tonight was going to be unforgettable. I mean, ten cocks all to myself?! How could I ever not enjoy that?! Once everyone was there, I made my intentions clear. Each of them was to take a turn with me, to fulfill my deepest desires and then make me do anything they wanted. The room erupted in cheers, and I knew I had made the right choice.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jason, I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth as I stood there, facing my cousin Jason. We had always been close, but this was something entirely different. He looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “What? Are you serious? We’re cousins, Amber!”

I nodded, my resolve firm. “I know, but I can’t help how I feel. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He hesitated for a moment, but then I saw the desire in his eyes. He stepped closer to me, his hands reaching out to cup my face. “If we do this, there’s no going back,” he warned. I nodded again, my body trembling with anticipation. “My body is yours.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I walked into the empty storefront, the echo of my heels clicking on the polished concrete floor. This was it—the future home of OnlyFucks, a place where anything goes and sex is always on the table. No taboo is too weird or wonderful. I could already see the shelves lined with books, toys, and other delights that would make even the most conservative of folks blush.

My best friend and business partner, Jake, stood by the window, sketching out a layout on a notepad. “You know, Amber, this is going to be a fucking hit,” he said, looking up with a grin. “People are going to love it.” I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “Oh, I know. I can already see the lines out the door. But first, we need to make sure everything is perfect.” He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect? Or perfectly filthy?”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I leaned against the wall, crossing my legs seductively. “You like what you see, Mike?” I asked, running my hand up my thigh. His eyes followed my every movement, and I could see his dick straining against his pants. “OH…MY…GOD…YES,” he breathed, taking a step closer. I smiled, standing up and walking towards him. “Well, you’re in luck. I have a special surprise for you today.” I reached into my bag and pulled out a pair of fresh, unopened pantyhose. His eyes widened, and I could see his dick twitch in anticipation.

“Do you want to see me put them on?” I asked, holding up the delicate fabric. He nodded eagerly, and I slowly began to slide the pantyhose up my legs, taking my time to make sure every inch of skin was covered. Once I had them on, I turned around and bent over, giving Mike a full view of my ass. I could hear him groan behind me, and I knew he was aching to touch me. But I wasn’t done teasing him yet.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

His deep blue eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and fervent admiration, were locked onto me. A villainess doesn’t beg. She commands. That primal scent, a mix of leather and something else entirely, intensified. His earlier indignation had vanished, replaced by an unmistakable hunger. He was no longer the man about to call the authorities; he was merely a man. A man caught in the web I had so carefully, so deliberately, spun.

I straightened slowly, the motion deliberate, the ripped catsuit revealing just enough, yet leaving the rest to his imagination – or perhaps, his memory. The stiletto heels clicked again as I turned, a slow pivot that allowed the light to glide across the gleaming patent leather, across the exposed curve. I didn’t need to speak. The silence was louder than any words. It was filled with the thrum of his heartbeat, the rapid, shallow breaths he couldn’t quite control.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I glanced at the screen, and a name I hadn’t seen in over a year popped up: Scott. My ex-boyfriend, Scott. I stared for a second, wondering if it was some kind of mistake. Then the text itself loaded: ‘Hey, it’s Scott. Got a new phone, wanted to make sure you had my number.’ Um, why? Seriously. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but a reply felt unnecessary. What could he possibly want? And why now, after all this time? It’s been a full year since we spoke, since he walked in on me and Greg, since our whole world imploded.

I mean, ‘imploded’ sounds dramatic, but for me, it was more like a necessary demolition. Scott had become a lump. When he lost his job, I tried to be supportive, I really did. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and he just moped around the apartment, expecting me to pick up all the slack. Rent, groceries, bills – it all fell on my shoulders. It was overwhelming, frustrating, and frankly, I was drowning. I just needed an escape, you know? Something, anything, to make me feel alive again.

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