Category: erotic story

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The bathroom floor wasn’t exactly my usual five-star accommodation, but with Mark, you took what you could get. We were mid-whatever-it-was when the silence shattered. Not with a shout, but with the soft, deliberate click of a key in the front door, followed by an equally soft, yet ominous, closing. “Honey?” I whispered, because honestly, who else has an extra key to his ‘villa’? Mark froze. He panicked.

Then she was there, framed in the doorway, clutching a grocery bag. Honey, sweet Honey. Her eyes, usually warm and crinkly from years of smiling politely at my questionable garden gnome collection, were now like laser pointers, fixed squarely on me. Not him. Me. It was as if I was the primary exhibit in a very unscheduled, very nude art installation titled ‘Caught Red-Handed: A Neighborly Disaster.’

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I never thought I’d find myself in the position of managing a failing company, but there I was, ready to take on the challenge. The first order of business was to assess the staff, and it didn’t take long to realize that Chris was not pulling his weight. He had only been with the company a few weeks, but wow, he was bad at his job!

I called him into my office and told him that he was on thin ice. His eyes widened, and I could see the fear in them. But then, I had a change of heart. I told him that there was only one way to keep his job. He agreed that he wanted to stay, he liked his job and all. “Alright,” I said, “remove your clothes and get down on your knees.”

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

for B…

I knew he was watching me and I had a lot of fun with it. My second floor bedroom overlooked a small parking lot. This is where he would “hide” watching me. I got home after dark but I still half expected for him to be waiting there, watching. 

I turned on the light in my bedroom and stood in front of the window. I slipped my tank top over my head revealing my purple lace bra. Pilates class was more than rewarding, my body felt loose and limbs elongated. I peered out the window from the corner of my eye…was he there? Watching? 

After slipping my booty shorts down to my ankles, making sure to face my tight little ass towards the window. I stood slowly and then slipped my silk panties off. I turned, now facing the window again. My little pussy totally bare, I used my hands to run them over my thighs then slipped them behind me to remove my lace bra.

After taking off my bra I stood cupping my breasts before sliding my hands through my hair removing my hair tie.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was a typical Friday evening, and I was lounging on my couch, scrolling through my phone when Max’s name popped up on my screen. I hadn’t heard from him in years, not since our ill-fated relationship ended abruptly. My curiosity piqued, I answered the call. “Hey, Max,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”

“Hey, babe,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. “I just wanted to apologize for what happened between us. I know I messed up, and I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” “Max, we both know why we broke up. I just couldn’t deal with your…” I paused for dramatic effect, “micro cock.” Max sighed heavily on the other end of the line. “I know, I know. But I’ve been working on myself, and I’ve been doing a lot of research on how to please a woman. I promise things will be different this time.”

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They call me many things. “That Stella,” they’ll say, “she’s…French.” As if that one word explains it all. They see the confident stride, the red lipstick, the way my eyes meet theirs without apology. They see a woman comfortable in her skin, undeniably so, and they fill in the blanks with their own assumptions. A certain kind of woman, they think…A slut…A whore.

It’s true, I don’t shy away from desire. And yes, a man who knows how to truly hold a woman, how to make her pulse quicken, is a rare and beautiful thing. But for all the gossip, for all the whispered judgments, they miss the crucial detail: I am impossibly, ruthlessly, agonizingly selective. Most men? They don’t even get a second glance.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The brochure for “Carnal Kingdom” was a masterpiece of suggestive design: neon lights, blurred figures, and a tagline that read, “Not your grandmother’s carnival.” On vacation last week, seeking something beyond the usual tourist traps, this adults-only amusement park seemed like a perfect diversion. Especially for a girl like me.

The park lived up to its name, with rides like “The G-Spotter” and “Wet Dream Falls.” But one attraction, towering over the rest with its garish, phallic silhouette, immediately caught my eye: the “Cocktival.” “You gotta try it,” a heavily tattooed guy in line ahead of me grinned, adjusting his novelty penis-shaped hat. “It’s an experience.”

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

We met at a taco stand, I was fucking hungry waiting for my order when I saw him peering at me in the corner of my eye. I turned my head towards him, he smiled at me. A sexy smile, a delicious smile. I smiled back at him thinking of how cute I thought he was. 

After a short period of time and after getting my order I decided to head home so I could eat. “Wait, hold on” he announced waving my way. I turned and stood there. “I wanted to ask you something and you can slap me, I won’t be mad” I laughed, a look of confusion across my face.  

“Could I draw you?” I glanced side to side. “What kind of drawing?” “Like you, your face, your body. I’m an artist and I love to draw. Especially beautiful women.” I laughed thinking this was something I just couldn’t pass up. “Sure…” I responded. He immediately smiled a huge big smile. “Thank you. Here, take my card” he asked handing me a small business card.  

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        Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203           ☏ ☏ ☏        Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

 

Naughty Ronnie and Zoey were playing downstairs in the basement. They began to wrestle, when suddenly Ronnie took a tumble into some old boxes. They happened to be shoe boxes, and to their surprise, they found all of Mommy Anna’s old shoes. They were all high heels, as that’s all she ever wore, especially when she was prowling for her next spanking victim.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It’s not a secret, not really. Not to anyone who’s spent more than an hour with me discussing my dating life. My friends just sigh and nod. But it’s true. Unapologetically true. Some people search for a connection, a meeting of minds, a shared love for obscure indie films. All valid, I suppose. For me? I mean, sure, those are nice bonuses. But when it comes down to it, to that primal, magnetic pull, there’s one non-negotiable. I only like big dicks. Huge ones.

And I don’t mean ‘a little above average, nice.’ I mean, fill-you-up, stretch-you-out, leave-no-doubt big. The way it anchors you, the undeniable mass that makes subtle movements feel like seismic shifts. It’s not just about the numbers, though that’s certainly part of the equation. It’s the feeling of being completely, utterly taken. Of every nerve ending singing a roaring symphony, leaving no void, no empty space.

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Pocket Pussy Mouth Gag

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Throat training just got an upgrade thanks to a slutty little sissy named Jay. She wandered into my lair asking for throat training after the cock gagging blog I’d posted, where I pryed a sluts mouth wide open with a gag and allowed real men to pound into the sluts mouth while it was unable to close.

Only when Jay asked to play did I offer up the choice of gag. There was the spider gag, which I’d used previously. However, I’d also just purchased a pocket pussy gag. It’s exactly what it sounds like. The gag keeps the whores mouth forced wide open, but instead of looking into the gaping throat hole, the real man gets to fit his cock through the pussy lips of a Fleshlight.

Can you imagine how humiliating it must be to be stripped naked, made to kneel, and forced to bite down on a gag that makes your mouth a literal pussy? Talk about submission!

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