Author: Aynsley

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I’m so fucking horny Daddy. Here I am, lying in bed at my college dorm, fingering my dripping wet pussy, thinking about you. I’m a 20-year-old nympho who can’t stop fantasizing about daddy’s big cock stretching out my tight little holes.

I’m wearing a lacy black thong and bra, teasing my tits as I imagine you pinning me down and ripping them off. I spread my legs, showing off my bare, glistening cunt, begging for daddy to fill me up. I need daddy to pound me into the mattress until I’m a moaning, cum slut.

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I’m only 20, but already I know exactly what I want. And what I want is my ex-boyfriend’s cock. In his truck.

We started dating back in high school and had the hottest, most passionate relationship. The sex was mind-blowing and we were addicted to each other. Though we went our separate ways for college, the spark never fully fizzled out.

Now that we’re back in the same hometown for summer break, our fling has picked right back up where it left off. The difference is, he’s working construction and I’m still in school. But I always make time for him – in fact, he takes his lunch break just for me.

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Oh daddy, the things you do to me  when you shave my pussy. I can barely contain myself as I write this, juices dripping onto my thighs just recalling our special rituals together. That smooth skin between my legs, always slick and glistening after you lovingly shave me bare. Your tender touch, the careful attention as you enslave my sensitive flesh.

Mmmm, the way you worship me gets me so worked up. Once my kitty’s all nice and bald, you can’t resist placing those full lips against my exposed petals. Not a single hair to obstruct the pleasure as your tongue pushes into my tight channel. Lap up all my sweetness like a bowl of cream.

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Spring break in Nashville!  A week of fun, sun, and no responsibilities whatsoever. This year, me and my girls decided to head to Nashville for an adventure. Little did we know just how epic it would get…

We rolled into town on a Thursday afternoon, ready to paint the city red. Or in our case, country and western.

First stop: a honky tonk bar on Broadway. It was step right up to a hoedown in there. Line dancing, mechanical bull riding, and more cowboy hats than you could shake a stick at. We sipped on whiskey sours and two-stepped the night away with some mighty fine looking menfolk.

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Hey there, baby. It’s your naughty nurse Aynsley here. I know, I know, you’re feeling a bit under the weather right now. But don’t you worry your pretty little head – Nurse Aynsley is here to take reeeal good care of you. Like, the best care, if you know what I mean.

I’ve got my skimpy little nurse outfit on, just for you. The kind that shows off alllll my assets, if you catch my drift. And trust, I am more than happy to use them to help you feel all better. Anything for my patient, darling.

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I want you to use me, daddy. Use me hard and rough. Use me however the hell you want. Because let’s be real, that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it? To be your personal fuck doll, your depraved little plaything, your naughty secret stash of sin and debauchery when the world outside gets too much?

Well, baby, come and get it then. Unleash all that pent up frustration on my tight little pussy. Wring out every last drop of anger, of stress, of pent up lust and aggression, on my pliant, willing body. Slam me against the wall and ravage me. Throw me down on the bed and pound into me until the bed frame breaks. Pin me to the floor and violatingly hiss filthy degradations in my ear as you rail my cervix.

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Hello, you horny old perverts. It’s me again, the delicious 20-year-old pussy you lust after so much. I know how badly you wish you could get a taste of my tight young holes. How you dream of ramming your wrinkled old cocks deep inside me. How much you ache to make me yours and teach this bratty little slut a lesson she’ll never forget.

Well, too fucking bad. You’ll never get to experience the exquisite pleasure of being covered in my juices as I ride you into oblivion. Never get to smack my round ass and leave your handprint on my smooth cheeks. Never feel my hot mouth wrapped around your throbbing dick, sucking you dry until you’re completely spent.

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I’m always eager to explore new experiences and push my boundaries. This weekend, I decided to try something I’ve never done before – being a rope bunny. Little did I know, it would be a mind-blowing adventure that left me craving for more.

It all started when a friend introduced me to her rope topping partner at a kinky party. Intrigued, I watched them tie her up in intricate knots and positions, marveling at how sensual it looked. When they offered to tie me up too, I hesitated for a moment before diving in headfirst.

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I need to confess something kind of wild that happened on Saturday and I can’t keep it in anymore. So my bestie Lizzy’s grandfather came to visit for the big basketball game, I’m talking her grandma’s husband, like, the actual grandpa. He’s this really distinguished silver fox type – handsome, classy, still super fit for his age. Anyway, after the game he swung by our dorm the next morning, probably to take us out to brunch or whatever.

But of course Lizzy was at spin class, the cardio obsessed little bi– I mean bunny that she is. So it was just me and Gramps, hanging out in our common room. I was still in my silk pajama shorts, trying to be cute as always. He complimented me and we were chatting and flirting, when he suggested we go back to my room to “continue the conversation in private”. I mean, I’m no prude, and that man was so fucking sexy…

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I’ve always fantasized about having my own personal sissy maid. A pretty little sissyslut to cater to my every whim and desire. Someone who will happily don a frilly, slutty maid outfit complete with lacy panties and stockings. The kind of outfit that screams “perky submissive housekeeper” and makes the wearer look adorable while scrubbing the bathroom tile.

Just imagine, cute college guys showing up in hopes of landing this “easy” job. I’ll usher each one into my room, eyeing him up and down. “Strip,” I’ll command sternly. “Let me see what you’re working with.” Some might be sporting a hard-on already at the thought of being my personal sissy. I’ll snap a garter belt and full lacy panties over that erection and make them model the skimpy maid costume. The good ones will get flushed and aroused at the humiliation of it all.

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