Category: erotic phonesex

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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Christmas At Grandmas

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.

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Christmas

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!

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

The MILF next door teases you with her mature, curvaceous body.  You watch out your window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her out in her yard.  I’ve noticed the way your curtains flutter in different windows as you try to avoid getting caught peeping.  So, today I waited until I knew you were home alone.  Then I put on my slinkiest sexiest dress and walked across the street.  I knocked on your door and stepped inside when you answered and invited me in.  Your mouth hung open as you looked me up and down up close and personal.  Here stood your spank bank material in person right in front of you.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He bowed his head as I circled him. Slowly. Deliberately. He didn’t move. He was a perfect statue of obedience. “It is the season for giving, isn’t it, pet?” I whispered. He shivered. “But you know I don’t give things away. I take them. And you are mine to take.”

I picked up the items I had laid out on the high table. First, the ribbon. Not the flimsy kind, but thick, expensive satin. I used it to bind his wrists behind his back, pulling the knot hard until I heard a faint, satisfying moan. I tied his ankles together next, ensuring he couldn’t even shift his weight without fighting the slippery silk. He was perfectly secured, kneeling like a forgotten ornament.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My best friend thinks my Friday nights are a delightful mix of artisanal cheese, documentaries, and early bedtimes. Oh, if only she knew the reality of what I get up to with her brother, Liam! Our secret, kinky rendezvous are the spice of my existence, and the highlight is always the grand reveal of my ever-growing collection of nipple clamps.

Tonight was a Christmas affair, naturally. Liam, bless his unsuspecting sister’s heart, strode into my apartment looking impossibly handsome, with a casual smirk already playing on his lips. He knew the drill. We naturally skipped the small talk, the Netflix suggestions, and the pretense of anything remotely platonic. His eyes immediately darted to the small velvet pouch I held in my hand.

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