Category: erotic story

Was It Just A Dream?

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I met a guy online, and we’ve been heavily flirting. However, he lives really far away, and I kind of just assumed it would never turn into anything—until last night. Was it just a dream?

I was getting ready to head out to the bar for the UFC fight when he texted me to ask what I was wearing, if I’d be driving, and who I was going with. It was typical boyfriend stuff, you know, the caring, protective questions men ask to take care of you. I supplied all the answers, and teasingly, he said he didn’t like my choice in underwear and wanted me to change into a set he’d seen before.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I spot you across the room, Spencer. Your eyes are fixed on me, and I can feel your gaze from here. I’m wearing my favorite shiny pantyhose tonight, the ones that make my legs look like they go on for miles. And my dress, it’s short, but just enough to give you a glimpse of what’s underneath. I bite my lip and saunter over to you, my hips swaying with every step.

“Hey there,” I say, my voice low and sultry. You turn to me, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Well, hello there, Amber. You look…incredible.” Your eyes rake over me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m more than ready to give you what you want. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper…I take your hand and lead you out of the club. My heart is racing with anticipation. As soon as we’re in your room, I push you down onto the bed and climb on top of you, straddling your hips. I can feel your hardness through your pants and I grind against it,

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Hello there, I’m your 20 year old obsession. A petite little vixen crafted by the gods to tease and tempt you into my web of desire.

I know what you’re thinking as your eyes roam hungrily over my lithe, nubile body. Such a tiny waist flaring out to lush, womanly hips and my ass, grab it baby. My perky B-cup tits peek out from underneath my tight crop top, the pink of my areola visible through the sheer white fabric. My rosy nipples are already hard little peaks, straining against the delicate material, just begging to be sucked and nibbled.

You won’t be able to resist me. I’m your ultimate fantasy come to life. Innocent and sweet on the outside but a total brat on the inside, I know exactly how to use my hot little body to drive you wild with lust.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

The pungent smell of cummie diaper hits my nostrils as I enter my bedroom. Oh man, is there a diaper boi in my room tonight? What am I going to do about that?

I carefully make my way across the dark room. As I get closer to the source of the smell, my heart starts to race with anticipation. Suddenly, the moonlight from the window illuminates a bulging diaper bottom protruding out from under the covers of the bed. I’ve found the diaper boi.

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power

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Amber craved the thrill of power play and the ecstasy of submission. And tonight, she was going to experience it all with Jackson, a dominant man who had a reputation for being demanding – yet generous – in the bedroom. As soon as Jackson arrived, he took charge. “Get undressed, Amber. I want to see you naked,” he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. Amber obeyed, stripping off her clothes and standing before him in all her glory. Jackson’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her curves.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmured, tracing a finger along her collarbone. A shiver ran down Amber’s spine as he took control. Jackson led her to the bed and instructed her to kneel on all fours. He then produced a set of handcuffs and fastened them around her wrists, securing her to the bedposts. Amber’s heart raced as she felt the cold metal against her skin. She was completely at Jackson’s mercy, and she loved it. He ran his hands over her body, teasing her nipples and tracing a path down to her wet pussy. “You’re soaked,” Jackson growled, sliding a finger inside her. Amber moaned, her body trembling with

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thighs

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

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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“God, I love Halloween,” I say, looking around the crowded living room. My Super Woman costume is feeling a little tight in all the right places, and I can feel the sheer coffee brown pantyhose hugging my thighs. “Especially all these costumes. It’s like everyone’s letting their freak flag fly.”

You’re standing next to me, looking equally as good in your Robin Hood outfit. The pantyhose under your tights are a nice touch, and I can’t help but imagine what’s underneath. Continue reading “Stroke To My Pantyhose Pt. 4” →

Lumberjack

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Marty, the brawny lumberjack, is leaning against a towering oak, his thick, corded muscles glistening with sweat in the sunlight. His axe rests beside him, and his chest rises and falls with each labored breath. I can’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the lines of his body, the power that radiates from him. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he growls, his voice deep and rough like gravel. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. “I-I was just passing through,” I stammer, taking a step back. But Marty isn’t having it. He steps forward, his eyes locked on mine, and I feel myself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

“I don’t think so,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “Pretty sure you’re here for me.” I open my mouth to protest, but before I can, Marty’s lips are on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that takes my breath away. I resist at first, my mind telling me to run, to flee from this stranger in the woods. But my body betrays me, my hands reaching up to grip his broad

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Tonight I Dont Want A Trick or Treat

Kadence 844-33CANDY Ext. 458

It is finally Halloween night and the town around me is in full go mode enjoying all of the festivities. I would love to be trotting around, in one of my many slutty costumes, but tonight I don’t want a trick or treat, I just couldn’t pass up a cozy night at home while I had the house all to my self.  I’ve been such a good girl in school, passing all of my tests this week,  all of the studying just has me exhausted. I am totally looking forward to a quiet night home alone, I might even turn off all of the lights to keep the trick or treaters away. Daddy wouldn’t want me opening the door to all of those strangers while I’m home alone anyway. I decided to get comfortable in my favorite onesie, this one is soft and fuzzy, it feels like I’m being cuddled.  I got settled in the living room  and started painting my nails as I watched  a halloween classic on tv. Just as I was starting to think I had avoided all of trick or treaters for the night, I heard a firm knock at the door. Of course I ignored it, couldn’t they see I didn’t want to be bothered?! I rolled my eyes and turned up the tv. The knocking persisted and finally I heard a man yell “PIZZA’S HERE”  through the door. Maybe daddy decided to send me a snack !

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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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