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Julie 1-844-332-2629 Ext 453

It was a scorching hot summer day. My air conditioner had gone out. So I called a friend that owns an air conditioning repair business. He sent one of his guys over that evening. Usually they call or text prior to give me a heads up. But he didn’t. So I was in some skimpy little shorts and an almost see through little tank top. Too hot for bra or panties. But that’s not everything. I was sucking on a popcycle because it was so hot! But to top it all off, he was one of my stepson’s high school friends. He had been over to the house several times years ago. I was like a mother figure to him. Now he was all grown up. And very strikingly handsome. I felt so naked, standing before him, so scantily clad. He was nervous. I could tell. His eyes were huge as he looked me up and down. And I saw his cock grow as hard as a rock under his pants. I tried not to stare. But it was difficult to hide my arousal. I was so wet. And it was impossible to hide my hard nipples under that top.

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You Still Wear Your Mom's Pantyhose

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I know your secret. Did you know you talk in your sleep? It’s true. After a fantastic night of lovemaking, with my head resting against your chest as you slept, I heard you mumble. I listened more carefully, and what you said was, “Please, Mommy. I won’t wear them again. Don’t spank me.”

Wear them? I thought. What had my naughty boy stolen from his Mommy that caused him to get punished? “What did you wear?” I asked softly, while noting how your cock pulsed to life under the blankets.

“Your pantyhose again.” You tossed your head side to side in your slumber as if you could escape Mommy’s wrath.

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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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Bethany

 I was his sultry dominatrix , and he was my sissy submissive slut. Brought him out of his shell, and helped him find confidence. So after a few months of play time, he stated to me that he couldn’t be my sissy slut, because he had found himself a new relationship. I actually had liked him, and I loved the fun we were having to be honest.  Brought him out if his shell, and made him more confident.

I needed a rebound fling. I decided to go out, needed my fix for domination.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

A lady doesn’t kiss and tell. A lot of dancers tend to be very jealous, competitive, catty, insecure, and petty. They sometimes feel the need to brag to the other girls about which clients they’ve been entertaining privately. But a lady should never kiss and tell. There are a few quirky clients that somehow get off on that. And of course, in that case, we give them what they want. But most respect their privacy.

Gossip has been spreading about a relationship I’m having with my friend’s father. You might remember that she had a party at his house. And that was the night I met him. He’s a big sweetheart. He’s confident, mature, and quiet. But his big dick energy in potent and undeniable. The best part is his huge heart. I’m really falling for him. But it’s no one else’s business. My friend works with us at the club, so that doesn’t make the situation any easier. All of the girls have been giving me the third degree. They all know that he’s very wealthy. What they don’t know is that he’s been spoiling me like crazy. He’s the best sugar daddy I’ve ever had.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was a scorching hot summer day. Of all days for my air conditioner to go out. It’s not quick to get an A/C repair guy out during the summer in Texas. It usually takes several days since they get so backed up. But luckily, I know someone that owns an air conditioning repair company. Of course he told me that they were very backed up. But he told me that he could have one of his guys come over this evening when he is finished with all of his appointments. I was very grateful and thankful. But I was wondering how I was going to make it through the day. I took a couple of showers to get wet. Then I put on as little clothing as possible. I had on a little thin spaghetti strap tank top and some thin little shorts. It was too hot for a bra or panties. I turned on all the fans. Sucking on popcycles helped too. Finally I heard a knock on the door. It was such a relief. I couldn’t get to the door quickly enough. When I opened it, before me stood a strikingly handsome young man.

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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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My best friend’s dad is so hot. I can’t stop thinking about him. His rock hard pecs, dreamy eyes.  A real man. One day I went over to her house, unannounced. My phone broke into a zillion pieces earlier that day, and I was headed to go get it replaced at me cell phone carrier. I decided to check in with her,  since I hadn’t all day (which was unusual). I got to her house, and let myself inside ( as I usually did). The door was unlocked, which means everyone was home. Went to her room, to find it empty. Hmmmm…. I wonder where she went. I decided to leave. As I was leaving, I saw her parents from, was slightly open. I was curious and walked and took a peek. There was her gorgeous daddy naked on the bed sprawled out, with his fat cock in his hand.

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Panty Slave

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I came home from school and once again, my laundry was folded neatly on my bed. A chore my step-dad has taken up doing for me ever since he became my panty slave. The horndog would do anything just to get close to my undies, so I capitalized on it.

If he wanted to play in my panties, he’d have to be a good boy and do my laundry while I was at school. I’d busted him one too many times pulling my little cotton panties out of the hamper and doing God knows what with them. This way, we were both getting something out of it, but my car had started making an awful sound, and it was time to amp up step-daddy’s panty addiction to benefit me.

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