Category: body worship

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?”

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My roommate is dating a guy named Joe, and he is too sexy for his own good. Like you know, how some women say they look at a man and their ovaries explode? That’s how sinfully sexy Joe is. He makes me want to have his babies so badly. And once I want something, I’ll do everything to get my way.

The perfect opportunity presented itself yesterday morning while I was in the kitchen, stretching up on my toes to reach my coffee mug. My roommate is taller and loves to be annoying, placing things I use often out of my reach. I was leaning into the counter, wiggling my fingers to catch the handle, when her man pressed himself against my rear and reached above me. He brought the mug down and handed it to me with a cheeky smile. I pushed my ass back against him and softly murmured, “If you’re looking for coffee, we’re out of creamer.”

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dream

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I had a dream about you last night. You showed up at my door wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of tight grey boxer briefs. I let you in and you lead me to my bed, where you ravaged me for hours. I woke up with a start, my body aching with a familiar throb between my legs. The dream was still vivid in my mind, your smile, your body, your fucking touch. I could still feel your hands on my skin, your lips on my neck, your cock inside me. I groaned, my pussy already wet and ready. I wanted you, and I wanted you now.

I looked at the clock, it was early, but I picked up my phone and sent you a message. You responded almost immediately. “Is that so? And what exactly did I do to you in this dream of yours?” you replied, your words making my pussy throb even more. I bit my lip, my fingers already tracing the outline of my pussy through my panties. “You fucked me, hard and deep. You made me scream your name, made me beg for more. You made me cum so many times, I lost count.” I replied, my voice already breathless.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

You are at the club, dancing with some friends, trying to get laid. You’ve been here a hundred times before. You overindulge but are still bored with the routine; you slide up to the bar, deciding instead to focus on drinking away your sexual frustration. Two more shots and the room gets a little hazy. Then you see me enter. Statuesque. I step into the room and slowly gaze around my playground. You’ve never seen me before, but my sequin dress hugs my curves, leaving very little to the imagination. Blonde hair flows over my shoulders as I command all the attention in the room. People shift their dance out of the way, and the river of people parts before me.

You quickly order another two shots and wait for them to pour into the tiny glasses, having eyed me as your target. You feel reinvigorated with a tinge of nervousness. I see you staring at me as you shakily down your shots. It’s cute. I saunter over to you as you go to stand up and gently push you back into your seat.

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Horny Student- Willing Teacher

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Mr. J makes me so horny. He’s my fourth-period biology teacher, and the man is simply sexy. He coaches the varsity lacrosse team and runs laps around most of the boys. He’s a man’s man, and he makes my mouth water. I have such a hard time sitting through class watching him instruct. His biceps flex as he writes on the whiteboard, and the polo tees he wears hug his sculpted pectorals. I end up leaning on my desk and rubbing my knees together most of class just to try and dull the ache he makes between my legs.

However, last Friday was too much. The AC was out, so the building was hot, and Mr. J was sweating as he taught class. All I could think about was how he’d look, sweating over my naked body. I almost even moaned out loud in class thinking about the way he’d grunt my name as he fucked me. I had to excuse myself! Quickly, I asked him for a bathroom pass, and he told me not to doddle since we were preparing for a quiz.

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desire

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

We’re in your dimly lit studio apartment. The soft glow streaming through the open window casts a warm hue on your chiseled features. The scent of your cologne lingers in the air. It’s a potent blend of sandalwood and musk. It makes my heart race. I’m sitting on the edge of your bed. My body is aching with anticipation as I plead with you to tell me all of the things you want me to do to your body.

“Fuck, Liam,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need to know.” You look at me with those piercing blue eyes, your gaze filled with a raw intensity that makes my heart flutter. I can see the desire etched on your face, the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. You want this as much as I do.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Olfactophilia, or what I like to call scent-ual arousal, is such a sexy kink. Not everyone is turned on by smells or orders, especially body order, but one sexy lover is. With him, I can be completely myself and never feel self-conscious because I know the smellier I am, the harder his cock is going to be. When I know we’re going to plan a date, I make sure not to shower beforehand or even put on deodorant.

I want him to smell the natural me. We agreed to meet tonight for dinner at my house, so a few hours before he was set to arrive, I went out for a run. It was humid, and I pushed my body to its limits, knowing that the harder I worked, the more I would smell of my natural musk.

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Thor

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve always considered myself open-minded, a bit of a “yes” woman when it comes to experiences. But Tuesday? Tuesday redefined my definition of “experience.” It all started innocently enough. A friend, we’ll call him “Dave” (because, well, that’s his name), casually dropped the most bizarre question I’ve heard in a while. “Hey, Cory,” he said, nervously, “Do you know anyone who would come over and, uh, fuck you while I watch?”

My brain short-circuited for a solid five seconds. Was this some kind of elaborate prank? An intervention disguised as a weird request? Nope. Dave was serious. Now, I’m not one to shy away from the unconventional. Life’s too short to be vanilla, right? So, after confirming that Dave wasn’t under the influence of anything stronger than herbal tea, I decided, “Why the heck not?”

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

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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What A Shy Boy

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The hotel pool is the only reason I travel for work. I swear I wouldn’t make it if I didn’t have time to bask in the sun by the glittering water. Except, this time, the weather had betrayed me, and I was stuck sitting on a plastic chair beside the indoor pool. It was late, and I assumed no other guests would be hanging out so I could read in peace. I hate when people splash about, making a rukus as I try to relax.

I settled back into the uncomfortable chair in my bikini, missing the warmth of the sun soaking into my skin, when someone entered the pool area—a man, well a shy boy, wearing board shorts and a long t-shirt. He offered me a polite little wave and then took a seat at the opposite side of the pool.

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