Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna had a secret crush on her brother-in-law. She imagined what it would be like to fuck him behind her sister’s back. After all, her sister was a vanilla. And Anna, well, she was always a dirty girl deep down.
Anna went to a local dirty motel and called her brother-in-law. She told him that she needed to talk and instructed him on where to meet her. She undressed in the room and waited on the edge of the bed.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The rain hammered against the pavement as Zoey and I huddled under the awning of the laundromat, with our work panties clinging to our skin. Twelve-hour shifts at the brothel left us reeking of sweat and cum, and our pussies were chafed raw. “Remember the ad we posted?” Zoey whispered, her breath fogging in the cold. “Seeking detail-oriented individual for personal cleaning duties. Must be hygienic, patient, and open-minded.”
Hugo answered within the hour. He arrived in a hoodie two sizes too big with eyes the color of storm clouds. “You wanted someone for cleaning services?” he’d asked, staring at our soiled panties. We’d nodded, leading him to the laundromat’s back room. It was nohing more than a narrow closet with a rusted sink. “It’s a ritual,” I said, stripping out of my panties. “We need someone clean to do it.” His hesitation lasted three seconds. “I’m good with details,” he mumbled.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
We’ve all heard the saying… “New Year, New You”. And we all know that we should be putting our health and self care first every day. But we feel guilty if we don’t. So we use the start of a new year to resolve to prioritize taking care of ourselves better. Men often put everyone else’s needs before their own. In many cases they are the main or sole financial provider for the family. That’s a lot of stress to carry day in and day out. So their career and job issues weigh heavily on them. Men are solution oriented. They feel like they have to “fix” everything and everyone. That’s a huge, constant burden. So it’s of utmost importance that men take care of themselves. You can’t be at your best for everyone else around you if you don’t take care of your needs first. So next time you feel guilty about taking care of yourself, Don’t! You should feel guilty if you don’t take care of yourself. After all that you do, you deserve to be happy. You deserve a healthy outlet for your stress. And having orgasms regularly and often has so many health benefits!
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
It’s time for me to make my New Year’s resolution! This year I resolve to be less of a slut. I had about 670 sexual encounters last year. I’m so ashamed of myself. I promise that I’ll be pure and platonic this year. No more fucking behind the stairs at the bar. I resolve to refrain from fucking strangers in the back seat of my car. I’ll be squeaky clean and well behaved for 2026.
Oh, who am I kidding?!? You know I’m fucking with you. My REAL resolution for 2026 is to be an even BIGGER slut than I managed to be in 2025!
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
Every year I enter all of my Christmas goodies into the bake sale. Because all proceeds go towards buying gifts for kids that wouldn’t otherwise be receiving gifts during the holiday season. So I spent the weekend busy baking. The house was permeated with the sexy aroma of cinnamon. Cinnamon is the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was starting to get a throbbing sensation along with a gush of wetness. I had an hour before the pumpkin spice bread was going to be done. So I decided to have some self care time if you know what I mean. Maybe self pleasure is a more accurate description. And that’s exactly what I was doing when I heard a knock. When I opened the door, I must have looked flushed. It was a delivery driver and he needed my signature. But he looked at me and grinned as if he could tell what I had been doing. Or maybe I was just feeling self conscious. Either way, I know I turned bright red. And I’m positive that I was acting guilty and embarrassed. But what made it so much worse it that he was so sexy and I was so horny.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
They sit on the floor. Backs straight, eyes down. The room is dim. My heels click once as I cross my legs. I wear black silk, with gloves up to my elbows. Hair slicked back. I do not smile. They do not speak unless I say.
Jean trembles. I see it in his hands, folded in his lap. Luc breathes too loud. They wait for me. But I am not in a hurry. We have all night. I open a small box. Inside, there is a silver toy. Jean lifts his eyes just a little. I snap my fingers.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I have a particular method of enforcement that is both swift and merciless. Whenever one of my subs disobeys or falls short of my expectations, they are subject to a punishment that is as humiliating as it is physically uncomfortable. With a mere glance, I can command them to slap, flick, or otherwise torment their own cock while I cackle with glee. The act is a clear and honest reminder that their body is mine to control.
The first time it happens, they are often taken aback by how much it stings. But as the instances pile up, and the slaps and flicks become more frequent, they begin to break. Their ego falters, their pride cracks, and their tears start to flow like a waterfall. And all they can say in the moment is “ow” or (my favorite) “yes, Mistress Amber.” Like the pathetic bitches they are.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I love Christmas at Grandma’s house. It’s often the only time I get to see my family and cousins who live across the country. Her house is always full of sweet smells and so much warmth. The few days we spend packed in there are usually full of love and laughter.
This year, however, something is… different. Maybe it’s the way my breasts fill out this too-small dress I had no choice but to change into when Kelly-Ann spilled Grandma’s Christmas pudding all over my regular clothing. I guess I left this dress here a few years ago, and it’s much too tight now. It cinches in my waist and barely covers my buttcheeks. Or maybe it’s the way my older cousin can’t keep his eyes off me.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Santa’s workshop buzzed with the manic energy of Christmas. While other elves dangled dolls and wind-up trains from the ceiling like we were in a Christmas ornament factory, my job as Quality Control Manager was to test the sexy toys that would be left for adults under trees all over the world this year.
Today’s project involved Aaron, a twitchy new elf whose enthusiasm could’ve powered the North Pole’s entire workshop. He’d just unveiled his “ethically sourced” antler cock ring. “Structural integrity is paramount,” he’d said, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “Let’s test it,” I said professionally, while adjusting my candy-cane apron. Elf Academy didn’t cover this part in their “Sleighing the Holidays” curriculum, so it was my responsibility to train new hires on protocol.
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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I stepped into the little storefront on the corner of Pine and Mistletoe, expecting only the comforting scent of peppermint and cocoa. What greeted me instead was a dazzling, over‑the‑top Christmas candy shoppe that doubled as something far naughtier. The walls were lined with jars of bright red gumdrops, sugar‑coated pretzels, and candy‑cane swirls, but nestled among those innocent treats were an assortment of sex toys that had been cheekily fashioned to look like confections.
As I meandered past the peppermint bark displays, I couldn’t help but notice a glossy, peppermint‑flavored dildo that shimmered like a giant crystallized candy cane. Its sleek, curved silhouette promised a delightfully deep, throbbing rhythm for anyone brave enough to indulge! Next, I saw a row of strawberry‑filled chocolate truffles. Each one was meticulously molded to a different size. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were in fact an array of vibrating butt plugs!