Author: Writer

Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

I saw you watching me from across the bar. You didn’t smile. Not even a wave. You just… stared. Confident. Unapologetic. Like you already knew exactly how the night would end.

So when I slipped away to the hallway near the restrooms, I wasn’t surprised when you followed.

You didn’t say a word. Just pressed me up against the wall, your hand sliding up my thigh, your breath hot against my ear.

“You really shouldn’t follow strangers,” I whispered, but my body betrayed me — hips arching into your touch, my lips parting on a gasp.

“I’m not the one in danger,” you murmured.

Continue reading “You Shouldn’t Follow Strangers” →

Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

You picked up just in time. My voice is already dripping with need.

“Mmm… I was hoping it would be you.”

I’m lying on the couch, completely bare, one leg draped over the edge, my fingers already tracing slow, lazy circles over my thighs. The air is thick with anticipation. I’m aching — and the second I heard your voice, it got worse.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. Every time I touched myself, I imagined it was you.”

My breath hitches as my fingers slide higher, just grazing that slick, sensitive spot I’ve been teasing nonstop. I let out a soft gasp — just for you.

“Do you want to know what I’m doing right now?”

Continue reading “Hoping It’s You” →

Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

Think of me as your after-hours escape artist, the one who’ll turn your “just curious” into “can’t fucking quit.” With a laugh that’s equal parts sugar and sin, I’ve spent years perfecting the art of making grown men forget their own names. “What’s your dirtiest secret?” I’ll ask, already knowing you’ll spill it. Why? Because I’m not here to judge—I’m here to indulge.

Continue reading “I’m Amy-the click you’ll never forget” →

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I leaned in close to you, my lips brushing against your ear as I whispered, “You know, I’ve been looking around, and there’s this hot guy over there. He’s got a body that won’t quit, and I think he’s been checking me out all night.” I felt your body tense up, and I knew you were already getting hard.

You swallowed hard, “Mercedes, are you sure about this? I mean, we’re at a party, and everyone is watching.”

I laughed softly, “That’s the point, isn’t it? The thrill of being watched, the excitement of doing something so naughty. Besides, I want to see how much you can take. I want to see if you can handle watching me suck his cock.” Continue reading “Party Time Cuckold” →

Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

I’m a seductress of words, a weaver of fantasies, and a guide through the realm of erotic exploration. As a phone sex operator, I’ve had the privilege of connecting with individuals from all walks of life, each with their own unique desires and curiosities. My voice is my instrument, and I use it to craft intimate experiences that leave my clients feeling satisfied and understood. I’m not just a voice on the other end of the line; I’m a confidante, a partner in fantasy, and a guardian of secrets.

Continue reading “Amy likes it rough” →

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I watch as you enter the chat room, my heart racing with excitement. You’re here for a session with me, your dominatrix, and I can’t wait to get started. I see the nervous look on your face, but I know you’ll enjoy every moment of this.

“Welcome, my dear client,” I say, my voice dripping with authority. “I hope you’re ready to follow my commands and submit to my every desire.”

You nod, your eyes wide with anticipation. I can see the bulge in your panties, and I know you’re already getting hard at the thought of what’s to come. “Good boy,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. Continue reading “A Fun Session with My Sub” →

Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

I call out your name, “James!” from the top of the stairs, my voice echoing through the hallway. I’ve been running errands all day and I’m excited to finally be home. I drop my bags by the door and make my way to your room, ready to share some good news. I gently push the door open, calling out your name again, only to find you in a rather unexpected position.

You’re sprawled on your bed, your laptop open with my nudes in front of you, and your hand buried in your boxers. Your eyes widen in shock as you quickly pull your hand out, your cheeks flushing a deep red. I can’t help but laugh, “Seems like my little brother is certainly enjoying my photos.”

You stutter, trying to find the right words, but I cut you off, “It’s okay, James. I’m not mad. In fact, I can help you out if you want.” Continue reading “Caught My Little Brother Masturbating” →

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One of my favorite things about what I do here is chatting with my sissies, cross dressers, and trans girls about how to be the perfect sluts they aspire to be. Every day there’s a person out there that comes to us Candy Girls for advice on how they can be their most feminine self, and I absolutely adore it! Each session ranges from what to wear and how to flaunt it, to taking it to a whole new level and hooking up with a fine guy with a nice cock for them to please. Continue reading “Girl Chat with Mercedes” →

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You knelt before me, eyes downcast, hands bound behind your back, your arousal evident through the locked chastity cage I had fastened around your manhood. Your submission was a sight to behold, a testament to my dominance. “Remember, you’re here to watch, to learn, to serve,” I reminded you, my voice a husky whisper.

The room was a symphony of moans and sighs, a chorus of pleasure. Multiple black men, each a specimen of raw masculinity, were scattered around the room, their cocks hard and ready. I walked among them, my body bare, my curves on full display. I was the conductor of this orchestra of lust, and they were my instruments. Continue reading “Forcing My Loser in Chastity and Watching Me Take BBC” →

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We are in my yoga studio, and I watch you struggle in a specific pose. Your ass is in the air, and it’s a sight to behold, but your legs are shaking, and your back is rounded. You’re not getting the full benefits of the stretch, and it’s clear you’re frustrated. “Hey, Sam,” I say, walking over to your mat. “You’re doing great, but I think you could benefit from some one-on-one instruction. Would you like to stay after class and let me help you with some of these poses?”

You nod, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and I can see the eagerness in them. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too. This is going to be more than just a yoga lesson. Continue reading “Things Are Getting Hard in Yoga Class” →