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thighs

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Thunder thighs are sometimes thought of as wobbly, meaty thighs, but my strong legs are the real version of thunder and lighting. Because when they come together, I crush whoever is caught between them. It’s crazy how much crunching a man between my legs can turn him on.

The other night, a larger man came to me asking for just that. The thunder treatment. He wanted to feel helplessly trapped between my toned legs, and I was going to give him precisely what he wished for.

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Fire Starter Prank

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I’ve always been drawn to flame. I am curious about the dance between light and dark, how the heat is all-consuming, and how one tiny spark can devour everything in its path. Fire is protecting and also devastating. Which side of the coin you get is kind of luck of the draw. My friends always joke that I’d be a full-fledged Pyro if I weren’t so afraid of being in trouble.

I am really afraid to do anything wrong or get into trouble, so I guess that’s what led my friends to pull the fire starter prank on me. We were all hanging out at the park when someone gave me their new lighter. I flicked it a few times, mesmerized by the quick igniting of the blue flame. After the third time, a booming man’s voice yelled across the open space, “Put that out NOW!”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

I once was prey, just like you. Weak, unseeing…mortal. That was until one late night in October when I got separated from my friends after a girls’ night in the city. We’d been drinking way too much and stumbled out of the club, intending to walk back to our hotel.

One minute, I was behind them, and then my high heel got stuck in a grate. I bent down in the street to wiggle it free, and when I looked up again, they were gone. The road had been crowded and loud, but as I scanned either direction for my friends, the entire street was eerily quiet. Under the street lights, only puffs of steam stretched across the space between buildings. Finally, I called out for them, standing up with one shoe in my hand.

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Fantasy Football Predictions

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Football season is upon us, and so many men are spending far too much time on Fantasy Football. The draft stole your attentions and now the games. However, it’s worse than you just watching and enjoying a little sports, no! You are turning your back on your team just because some random player on your rival team is on your roster!

I’ve decided to help make this season a little more fun for both of us. I miss you playing with me instead of watching all of the games nearly every day of the week, so I’ve set my AI intentions on plotting the game predictions to give you the best lineup possible.

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Filthy Encouragement

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When I walked into the room, Seth quickly put down his phone. He was lounging in the living room, and by the way, he laid the phone face down on his thigh. With the guilty look in his eyes, I knew he’d been up to something naughty. ” What were you doing?” I smiled and sat on his lap, rubbing at his chest to feel the racing pace of his heart.

“N-nothing, Franny.” His hand held my lower back, and I leaned forward to pluck his phone off his lap. “Wait, don’t!” He tried to grab the phone, but I held it out of his reach. I tsked him as I woke the screen up and realized he’d been scrolling a family friend’s social media…with a hard dick. Someone was in need of a little filthy encouragement, it seemed.

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Work Distractions

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I paced the hall outside his office, listening to the steady, calm tone of his voice as he presented the client with a solution to whatever techy problem they were having. Not understanding anything he was saying was such a turn on. Hearing him speak his geeky language had my thighs rubbing together. The soft brush of nylon between them only made me wetter. There was no way I could wait any longer. Carefully, or more accurately, quietly, I pushed on the cracked door to his home office.

He was so in the zone of problem-solving that he either didn’t hear me or didn’t bother to look over at the distractions. My heels were silent on his lush carpet. The only sign of his acknowledging my presence was his soft inhale as my hand rubbed from his right shoulder down to his left pec. I pressed myself to his back and let my lips brush over the skin of his neck. I smiled when I saw the slight rise of gooseflesh in the wake of my mouth.

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Breed Me, Baby

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For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a mom. It’s an insane desire I know I’ll never be able to fulfill, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t practice and pretend. I love the whole idea of planning a family. Imagine that we are so in love, all you can think about is fucking a baby into me. How every time I walk by, your balls pulse with the desire to flood my womb with your life-giving seed.

Breed me, Baby. Make my fantasies come true.

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Felicity's Girl

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Eeek! I’m a little late sharing, but I’m so proud of my girl! Look how cute her little cage is! Thinking back on how our relationship has grown and how she’s blossoming into herself makes me giddy. I remember our first call like it was yesterday, even though it was a few years back. She was about to head into an adult store wearing her first cage. It was a bulky, black, plastic thing. That cage wasn’t nearly as cute or girly as this one, but she was brave enough to show it off right there in the parking lot. I remember how the little golden lock sparkled next to all that black. Who knew that day would bring me one of my best girlfriends?

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357

In his hidden room, I lay naked on a dirty, sweat-stained mattress. I don’t know where he is or who he might be with, but I do know that he’ll be back. He always comes back for me. How long I’ve been here, I couldn’t say. Hours turned to days, and days felt as though they had passed into months. No one will find me here in his hidden room.

The bruises from when he took me no longer grace my skin but instead are replaced with the chaffing from the cuffs that keep me chained just A few feet from my mattress. I know it pleases him that I no longer cry at the sight of him. Instead, I can usually hold my tears in now until he gets too rough.

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Hole

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Yes, I hear you. You’re a submissive looking for a Mistress. You want someone who will guide you and control you. Love you? Well, fucker, you are half in luck. I want to use you as just a hole for my strapon. Awe, you can cry tears about how sad you are that I refuse to love you when I’m stabbing my thick strappy down your throat.

I will just assume you are crying from the horrendous gagging I’ll force upon you. Trust me; it’s better this way. If I thought those tears were from my squeezing of your heart in my tight fist, I may not even have the desire to throat fuck you.

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