julio

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve known Julio since college. We bonded over bad cafeteria food and worse poetry. He was always a bit intense. He felt things deeply, maybe too deeply. So, when he called me, his voice laced with a melange of excitement and shame, I should have been less surprised. “Cory,” he started, the word almost a gasp, “I need to tell you something. Something kinda fucked up.” I braced myself. With Julio, it could be anything from accidentally setting his apartment on fire while trying to flambé bananas to getting into a philosophical argument with an inanimate object.

This was different, though. I could hear it in his voice, that ragged edge of genuine distress. He told me about the photos. An old shoebox he’d found while helping his mother sort through her attic. Candid shots from her twenties, a lifetime ago. She was beautiful, vibrant, radiating a joy that Julio confessed he’d never really seen in her. And, yes, she was with other people. Arms around her waist, laughter on their faces, in various states of undress and even sexual positions, all moments of intimacy frozen in time.

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tattoos

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

I was walking out the door of her building, when I stumbled upon a handsome man. He was mean looking, and had plenty of tattoos. He needed help and direction to the main office. I gave him instructions, but what seemed like a few simple steps soon became over-complicated. I offered to walk him there myself for which he thanked me kindly.

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Stephanie 844-33-CANDY ext 454

 

I only mentioned it once, a threesome, myself & two guys. Ultimately I didn’t want a relationship. M took this as a challenge. Somehow he figured if he granted my wish I would eventually commit.

Towards the end of my shift M text me saying he would pick me up and that he had a special surprise for me. M stood in front of his car smiling as I approached. “Don’t ever say I wouldn’t do anything for you. I will do ANYTHING for you.” he boasted giving me a firm smack on the ass. “Huh? What? What’s going on?” I said spacey & jokingly. “Get in the fucking car sexy.” M said. “Oh yeah, you have to ride in back.” he said, sliding into the driver’s seat. I got in and some dude sitting in the passenger’s seat turned around. He sized me up then smiled. “Oh man shes just going to break your fucking heart.” he said bursting into laughter.

“And if she does? At least we can say we fucked her” M said shoving him. “Hi I’m B.” he said, offering me his hand. “Oh so you two decided you’re going to fuck me huh?” I said, shaking his hand. “Yep. This is my best friend, we go way back.” M said “Fucking gradeschool” B added. “You said you wanted a threesome.” M said, buckling up and starting the engine. “Oh yeah, he told me all about you, you filthy filthy slut.” B said with an exaggerated boisterous laugh. “She’s not a slut, she’s my woman.” M said confidently.

 

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Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants pt3

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Pt2

I walked to the big desk in my office and pointed to the surface. “Bend over this. Chest flat on the surface and hands holding the edge.” My big boy didn’t hesitate. He bent right over, watching my every move. I pulled my strapon out of the bottom drawer, and his eyes grew huge.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” He quivered. I ignored him as I removed my dress and buckled the harness over my hips. Standing behind my desk in only my thigh highs, heels, and bra, I stroked the floppy eight-inch dildo and tapped it against his mouth.

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Stephanie 844-33-CANDY Ext 454

I could see both movers unloading the truck through my kitchen window. Greg & Kev, hired through a service suggested through my leasing agent. I sipped my coffee as I watched them tackle my king sized bed. They came around and entered the front door. With the mattress still in their hands Greg asked “where would you like us to put the bed?” “In the bedroom, sorry I’ll go open the door for you” he nodded smiling at me.

I smiled back as I passed him and opened the bedroom door. I stood inside the bedroom holding the door as they entered. “Nice bed, is all of this yours?” Kev asked. “Yeah you don’t ask a lady that” Greg said sharply. I giggled. “Yes it’s all mines” “you live alone?” Kev asked as they set the bed up against the wall. “Yep” “No boyfriend?” Kev replied quickly. “hey, cut it out” Greg barked. “No it’s alright.” I said softly. They both stared at me with a certain look of curiosity. “Would you guys like some water or something?” I asked to break the silence. “Yeah that’s not a bad idea” Greg said after clearing his throat.

I walked to the kitchen grabbed two bottles of water and returned. My bed was lying flat on the floor. Kev was sitting on the edge while Greg stood leaning against the wall.

 

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Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Harrison, a client I’d only heard whispers about, watched me with an unnerving intensity. He was older, distinguished, with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and simmering amusement. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt like I’d stepped into a different dimension.

“Honey,” he’d instructed, his voice a low rumble. “Something undeniably, gloriously sticky.” My pantry offered few options at that hour. I grabbed the honey, the golden liquid thick and viscous in the bottle. Its sweetness suddenly felt cloying, almost threatening. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. Another woman, Julie, stood across from me, her face a mask of professional detachment. “Mr. Harrison has a challenge for you, Julie,” he announced, his gaze shifting between us.

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sexy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The chime of the church door seemed to echo the conflict within me. Sister Agatha’s words about resisting temptation, about the sanctity of marriage, still hung in the air as I stepped out into the cool night. My women’s group was a haven, a weekly affirmation of my faith and my commitment to Thomas.

Then I saw him. He was emerging from the pub across the street, laughter spilling out around him and his friends. He was a silhouette at first, broad shoulders and a confident stride. But as he turned, the streetlight caught his face – sharp jawline, eyes that crinkled at the corners even when he wasn’t smiling, and a shock of unruly dark hair. He was magnificent. And he was looking directly at me.

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parlor

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Ronnie left the house while Mommy Anna was hanging the laundry to dry. He told Mommy Anna he’d be out for a while, so she reminded him to simply be back for dinner.

 

He took off on his favorite bike, and felt free as ever with his hair blowing in the wind. He decided to visit all of his favorite spots, and pass by the park to say hello to his friends. But next thing ya know, it was lunch time and Ronnie was feeling famished. He happened to be at the same block where he last saw Mommy Anna getting spanked, only he didn’t feel like seafood, so he went to the pizza parlor next door.

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orgy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I stood in the plush hotel room, my heart pounding in my chest. Reed was seated in a chair, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Of course, I was dressed to the nines. My curves were accentuated by a form-fitting dress that hugged me in all the right places. The scent of my perfume filled the room, a subtle hint of seduction that hung in the air. My stilettos clicked rhythmically against the floor as I walked towards a chair, inviting Reed to strip down and have a seat.

A sudden knock echoed through the room, and I winked at Reed. I opened the door, and there they were – four strapping, brawny men, each one more enticing than the last. They stood before us, clad only in their underwear, their muscles rippling beneath their tanned skin. “Have mercy,” I thought to myself, as a wicked grin spread across my face.

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paypig

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The neon glow of the laptop screen reflected in Mark’s tired eyes. Another Friday night, another weekly ritual. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he navigated to my profile. Just the sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation, laced with a familiar dread, down his spine. He was a paypig, and me, a Goddess. It was a dynamic we’d established months ago, a strange, consensual game of power and submission. He knew the rules, the boundaries, and the consequences of breaking them – or rather, failing to meet them.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a battle raging within him. He knew what I expected. The usual “wallet rinsing,” as I playfully called it. A significant chunk of his paycheck, willingly surrendered to my coffers. He tried to resist, truly. He’d set up budgeting apps, tried to distract himself with hobbies, even considered deleting his social media accounts. But the pull was too strong. It was the anticipation, the thrill of the transgression, the feeling of belonging, however twisted, that kept him coming back.

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