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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Valentine’s day, yuck. Love, yuck. Why do we even need a stupid lovey, dovey holiday when ninety percent of couples are unhappy anyway? It’s literally the dumbest day of the year. Just like every year, I won’t be going out and spreading the stupidity of the love fest.

No, for Valentine’s Day, I’m nice and comfy on my couch, in my favorite PJs, watching reality tv. The kinda stuff we should celebrate! Cheating and drama! That’s real life, not looOovveee. Just as I scrapped the last spoon full of ice cream from the empty carton, I heard a weird noise in my bedroom.  Being alone in the house isn’t normally scary, but I don’t often think an intruder is hiding in my bedroom. Armed with my spoon, I tiptoe down the hall and gently nudge my bedroom door open with my toe. I’m shocked to see cupid standing on my bed with his bright red arrow aimed right at me!

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

It comes as no surprise that I fucking love Valentine’s day! All the sweet treats and chocolates I’m gifted really satisfy my sweet tooth. What kind of candy is my favorite for Valentine’s, you ask? Mmm, it’s the cute little heart-shaped candy box! The one with dozens of little mystery chocolates stuffed with who knows what. Sometimes they come with a key that tells you what is in which candy, but I don’t read them anyway.

I love the thrill of sinking my teeth into a hunk of candy and not knowing what flavor will gush over my tongue. Will it be a tart cherry goo or a thick caramel? Maybe some stiff nougat or rich fudge? It’s so exciting! Much too exciting to share. No, you won’t be biting into any of my mystery chocolates this year. All you get to eat is MY candy box!

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Daddy has always liked my butt for as long as I can remember. He’d give me little pats as he kissed my head, and I thought it was sweet. Recently, Daddy has been looking at me differently. I was wondering if it’s because my skirts have gotten shorter or my tops have gotten tighter. Mommy hasn’t taken me shopping for clothes that fit better now that I’m growing into a young woman. It makes me happy to be Daddy’s favorite little girl, and I couldn’t stand the thought of us growing apart, so I decided to confront him.

I waited until Mommy and my sisters went shopping. I really should have gone too, but this was important to me. I said I wasn’t feeling well so I could stay home with Daddy. Only he messed up my plans because he invited over three of his friends to watch sports on TV. I should have waited to talk to him, now that I look back on it, but I was nervous he didn’t like me anymore.

Continue reading “Daddy’s Little Butt Slut” →

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

The lights were off when I stepped into the house, but the faint glow of candles made a path from the foyer to the bedroom. Careful not to step on the row of tealights flickering at my feet, I followed them to my room. What I saw next stole my breath. It was like a scene from the most romantic movie.

Ian had filled my room with white candles and rose petals. Not a single surface wasn’t supporting a candle or covered in petals. My hand lifted to my mouth, so in shock, I couldn’t even speak. I didn’t need words, though. Ian saw the pleasure on my face as I struggled to hold back happy tears. He pulled me into his arms and began kissing down my neck. His fingers worked to undo the zipper at the back of my dress, and he whispered, “We wouldn’t want to ruin your pretty dress by covering it in chocolate.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

“Kayla, please!” Stacey whined into the phone. “He’s like a super nerd and doesn’t even leave his room. He’s a good boy. Babysit for me this one time, and I’ll fill in for you next time you have to sit for the Johnsons, I swear!” Stupid Stacey had agreed to a date night with her long-time crush on the same night she’d agreed to babysit for the town prude. I’d seen her and her perfect son around the school before, and it wasn’t a job I wanted to take. But how could I refuse a girl a chance to get laid by her dream cock?

“You owe me, Stace.” She screamed so loud I thought my ear drum would burst. Finally, after three hundred ‘thank yous,’ she hung up, and I grabbed my bag and headed to the most perfect house in the neighborhood. Continue reading “When A Bad Girl Babysits A Good Boy” →

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

As your superior at the office, I’m constantly disappointed in your performance. You appear lazy, disorganized, and unfocused. No matter how often I correct you, the message just hasn’t gotten through. It’s obvious how you drool over my body all day long and that your unruly cock is the reason for you being the office bad boy.

Performance reports were released this morning, and my boss is angry. He says if you don’t shape up immediately, I’ll have to let you go. The simple truth is that I’m too busy to do your job and mine, and hiring someone new just takes too long. And it doesn’t promise the new candidate will be any better behaved than you. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I saunter over to your desk about half an hour before quitting time. Pre-usual, your hungry gaze zeros in on my tits, popping from my button-up blouse and the way my tight pencil skirt hugs the curve of my ass. “We’re staying after to finish the work you’ve allowed to become late. After everyone leaves, join me in my office.”

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Men have been exploring their sexuality for as long as penises have been getting hard. That means that boys have been very creative regarding solo pleasure. I was surfing through porn sites last night and realized just how many male masturbators there actually are. Hundreds! Really, if you don’t know what I’m talking about, you should go look.

Your hands-free orgasm options are seriously limitless! This has me thinking that we should test several of them out. I want to watch you cum. Over and over. So lay back and allow me to tie your hands behind your back. I wouldn’t want you to try to spoil my experiment.

Continue reading “I Want to Watch You Cum…Again.” →

Soul Sucking Succubus Desires

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

A soul-sucking succubus.

Don’t worry, baby. Your soul isn’t the only thing I’ll be sucking. My mouth is made for much more than trash-talking and laughing at your stupid pencil dick.

I enjoy tonguing down every inch of your desires until I locate your weakness. Once I know exactly how to turn you on, I’ll keep you there—edging you to your breaking point. When you do finally break for me, I’ll sit back, smoke a cigarette and laugh.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

A cuck really is a girl’s true best friend. Think about it. He is a man solely devoted to her pleasure without pressing her with expectations. This is why the only men I’ll actually date are beta cucks. I prefer men I can take advantage of while still enjoying good, hard dick from the kind of men I only ever fuck. Dating a bull only leads to a broken heart.

My current cuckie is brand new to this type of relationship style, and his jealousy sometimes gets the better of him. It’s so cute to watch the confusion cross over his face when he so desperately wants to be mad, but his dick is the hardest it’s ever been. So I decided since he’s been such a good sport, I should give him a little gift.

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Crystal 1-844-332-2369 ext 434

I’m new here, so I thought why not share a hot fantasy of mine? I just long to be taken advantage of by a sexy dominant man…at the laundry mat!

Every laundry day, I dress up in my skimpiest outfit, just hoping there will be a sexy man there. One day there will be and it will go a little something like this…

I bend down to pull my sexy panties out of the dryer, my tight skirt sliding up my thighs, the bright red thong I have on peeking out, and my pussy lips threatening to slip out.

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