Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Daddy Ron was having a really hard time at work and at home. Mommy Anna was too busy disciplining and spanking the naughty little ones, and so he was feeling very neglected. They didn’t have their date nights anymore and he suspected that Anna might be up to no good. I mean, who was she always on the phone with late at night anyway?
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
“I can cum to the sound of your voice” he whispers. “It’s sexy and sultry. And it makes my dick so freaking hard. You don’t even have to be saying anything sexual. It’s just your voice. No one has ever had this effect on me before. How do you do this?” He whispered. I giggled. “No, I’m serious. Your voice echoes through my mind. And I keep getting drawn back for more. I can’t stay away. I’ll be sitting in the middle of a business meeting, and your voice will keep playing through my mind like a broken record. I can’t stop it. No matter how hard I try. And my dick will literally start getting hard. Just at the thought of your voice. So I sit in meetings getting harder and harder. By the time it’s finally over, I have a huge, obvious boner in my pants. It’s so embarrassing. Because my coworkers are probably wondering what on earth or who during the meeting gave me a hard on.”
“That’s when I go back to my office. I lock the door and close the blinds. Then I call you.”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Your hands reach out, exploring the landscape of my body. They trace the curve of my hips, the indent of my waist, and finally, they find their way to my breasts. A soft moan escapes my lips as your fingers graze my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I watch as you lower your zipper, freeing your thick, hard dick. It’s a sight that never fails to make my pussy ache with need. I step closer, pressing my breasts against your chest, our skin slick with anticipation. “Fuck, Amber,” you groan as I take your dick in my hand, guiding it between my breasts. The sensation is mesmerizing, both for you and for me. The feeling of your hard length sliding between my soft mounds, coated in a sheen of sweat, is unlike anything else. I look up at you, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze as I begin to move.
1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423
In the quiet hush of the night, your friend’s house is a sanctuary of slumber. I, Mercedes, a teen vision of youth and petite allure of the age of 14, find myself ensconced in a sea of blankets. You, the father of my friend, are supposed to be far removed from this scene.
A shift in the air, a subtle change in the ambiance that sends a thrill down my spine. You stand at the threshold of the room, a silhouette against the moonlit backdrop. Your eyes find mine in the dark, a wordless exchange that speaks volumes.
“You’re a naughty girl, Mercedes,” you whisper, your voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “Coming into my house, tempting me like this.”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
All those years when he would wake me up early on Christmas morning to rush downstairs and see what presents Santa had brought him, I wished he would sleep in. Or at least let me sleep in. But now that little Johnny isn’t so little anymore, I miss the Christmas morning excitement. He always had such joy on his face when he would shake me awake. “Mommy, Mommy!” His little voice would whisper yell. “It’s Christmas; get up! Get up!”
My room is quiet this year after the sun has come up over the snow-covered hills. While I should be grateful that I’m well rested, something just feels like it’s missing. I sneak down the hall to little Johnny’s room and see him still sleeping peacefully on his back. With dreams of sugar plums dancing in his head, I wonder.
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
“She isn’t the same Dr. Julie. When we first met, our sex life was great. She was open to all of my fetishes and fantasies. She wanted to please me. She cared about my thoughts and feelings. We used to talk for hours, she truly cared about what I had to say. And now it’s like I’m invisible. Or worse. Sometimes I feel like she’s just totally disgusted by me. In the beginning she was excited and eager to try new things in bed. Now I’m a pervert if I mention trying anything at all. We used to do all kinds of kinky things. We even had a couple of threesomes. How did she change so much? What happened Dr. Julie? She’s not the same person I married. But I feel guilty for having these thoughts. I’m really conflicted. Can you please help me?”
First, I explained that this is very common. Women go through hormonal changes that affect their bodies and emotions in different ways. People in general grow and mature through the years. They may grow in different directions. Then there’s all the “stuff” that happens in relationships through the years.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I’ve always been bad at managing money. I constantly overspend and never budget well, but this has gotten me into a pickle this time—one I’m not sure I can get myself out of. My landlord has been hounding me for the rent since Friday, but I spent all Christmas shopping.
Sunday morning, I was just lounging on the couch in my satin pj set while online shopping when I heard a key in the front door. My gaze snapped up to the door just in time for it to open, and there he stood. My landlord. And he looked mad. “The Rent is past due, Kayla.” He slammed the door behind him, making me jump. “You either give it to me no,w, or you get the fuck out.”
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
My first night at the ranch was an unforgettable experience. From the moment our eyes met, we were hooked. We tried so hard to fight it. But the feelings were undeniable. It was wrong but it felt so right. He was my divorce attorney. We met the day I walked into his office to hire him to represent me. We both knew that it was unethical for us to have an intimate relationship. But the passion between us was so much stronger than our willpower. One day I walked into his office to give him some paperwork. His paralegal wasn’t there, he was alone. He walked out of his office with a look in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I stood before him, papers in hand. He reached out his hand for them. But it was all over. We couldn’t fight it any longer. Before I knew it, we were wrapped in each other’s arms. He picked me up. Papers went flying. He laid me down on his glass desk. And we had wild passionate sex. The following weekend he invited me to his ranch. I entered the gate code, and it opened.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I always try to avoid my naughty professor’s wife. To be honest, she scares me. I can’t even look her in the eyes. I feel like she hates me. She gives me horrible looks. The other day I was in the restroom when she walked in. “Hello Rachel” she said with a condescending smirk. I wondered how she even knew my name. Trembling, all I could get out was “hi”. I turned to walk out as quickly as possible when she said “Not so fast”. I froze. “Look here you little slut, keep your eyes and paws off of my husband. He would never do anything with someone like you. So just stop fantasizing about it. Stop prancing around in your slutty little outfits. It’s so obvious that you’re just trying to get his attention. Poor little pathetic thing. He will never give you the time of day” she laughed as she walked out. I stood in shock as tears filled my eyes. Then anger took over. How dare she talk to me like that and make assumptions. She was so wrong. It wasn’t me. It was him. I can’t believe what a bitch she was to me.
Amber 1-844-332-2639
Simon had been your neighbor for years, but it was only recently that you’d discovered how kinky he was. The first time you’d seen him naked had been a shock, but not as much as when you’d caught him jerking off to some porn on his laptop. You’d felt guilty about spying on him, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The way his dick pulsed and twitched in his hand, the way his balls drew up tight before he shot his load, it was mesmerizing.
When you’d accidentally stumbled into his house that day, you’d been half-afraid he’d kick you out or, worse. But instead, he’d smiled at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief and something darker, something you couldn’t quite name. “I’ve been watching you, Amber,” he’d said, his voice low and husky. “Watching you grow up into a beautiful, sexy woman.” You’d blushed at the compliment, but there had been something in his gaze that had made your heart race. “You want to learn, don’t you?” he’d asked, his hand still wrapped around his dick. “You want to learn all the things I can teach you.” You’d nodded, unable to speak. You’d wanted to learn, more