Category: kinky phonesex

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My new friend Brady works at the coffee shop on campus. I’d seen him there and said hi a few times. But then the other day he told me that he thought my braids were cute, and we started talking. He told me that he had just finished his sophomore year in college. But he decided that what he really wanted to do was go to cosmetology school. So that’s what he’s going to do. I’m going to be his test model, and I told him that he can practice on me anytime. But there’s a catch. He also wants me to teach him how to do his own make up. And he wants me to dress him up.

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Just My Finger

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Mmm, I know you’re nervous. You’ve never been with someone like me. All those confusing thoughts swirl in your head, making it difficult for you just to enjoy the pleasure I can bring you. Are you a faggot if you let me fuck you? Are you gay if you cum in my mouth or only if you swallow my cum?

Stop thinking and watch me suck your cock. From my knees, I look like any other girl you’ve been with. Soft lips, a wet tongue, hungry eyes staring up at you. The only difference is when I slip just a finger into your ass, it’s to open you up for my shecock.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

There is something fun about having the whole house to yourself. No distractions, no noise, and no pressure to be anywhere else. I enjoy those quiet moments because they give me time to relax and enjoy my playful side.

After work, I usually change into something comfortable, make myself a drink, and turn on music that matches my mood. Some nights I dance around the kitchen while making food, and other nights I stay curled up in bed talking on the phone for hours.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I sat on the edge of my bed, slowly pulling the first white thigh-high stocking up my leg. The opaque, silky fabric contrasting sharply with the navy blue of my duvet. I adjusted it over my calf, my fingers lingering at the knee; savoring the soft knitted fabric, before guiding the lace band to rest against my upper thigh. The silicone grip squeezing gently against my skin.

I leaned back, lifting my other leg to repeat the ritual. I took my time, appreciating the texture and the way the stark white highlighted every curve of my legs. After tugging the second one this way, and that to get it just right; I stood and took a good look at myself in the full length mirror.

Bright white thigh-high stockings, matching full coverage undies, and a white plunge bra. I looked amazing. It was always nice to take my time and pamper myself a little while dressing up. I ran my hands down my body, adjusting my bra slightly and then down to pat my ass before putting on the black and white dress I was wearing for the evening.

A key turned in the front door lock.

Smiling to myself

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Panty Drawer

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

This is the last time I better catch you going into my panty drawer! I knew someone was sneaking into my room, sniffing and them shooting loads in my dirty panties. But I had no idea it was you.

Now that I’ve caught you in my panty drawer there’s no denying it on your part. Especially since I took pictures of you sniffing them when you weren’t looking. I wonder who I should send them to…?

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

A few months ago, I attended my friend’s wedding. The ceremony was wonderfully simple, and surprisingly quick. The reception, however, was anything but. Course after course, with speeches in between each one. So many toasts, I needed my glass refilled three times. I really hadn’t been expecting to be sitting this long. No matter how I fidgeted in my seat, I couldn’t find a comfortable position. Every few seconds, a sharp, insistent cramp radiated from deep inside; a frantic reminder that I had ignored my body’s signals for far too long during the endless rounds of toasts and boring speeches.

My bladder felt like heavy weight was pressing on it, stretching it to it’s absolute limit. When a pair of strong hands settled on my waist, I let out a small, involuntary whimper.

“Hiding, darling?” My date’s voice was low against my ear. He pulled me against him, and I could feel his warmth radiating off of him.

“Please don’t,” I gasped out, squeezing my thighs together desperately. The movement of his hands sent a fresh wave of pressure through me, making my muscles twitch with the desperate effort to hold back the tide. “I… I need to go, so … “

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punishment

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was planning to have her lover over. She careful curated her plan so that Daddy Ron would end up taking Ronnie out somewhere on a day venture, then she planned to sneak her lover in and spend the day with him in her marital bed.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

After a long day at work, I get home, I love slowing everything down and taking time for myself. One of my favorite ways to relax is making a warm cup of tea before stepping into the shower and letting the stress of the day melt away. I love lathering my hair, rinsing it slowly with conditioner, and feeling the warm water run down my back while the steam surrounds me. There’s something peaceful and comforting about that moment. The warmth, the quiet, and the feeling of finally being able to breathe and be alone to relax.

I feel comfort in giving people what they need and making them feel good. A big part of my day is spent answering questions, listening carefully, and building genuine connections with the people around me. I’ve always believed one of the most meaningful ways to truly know someone is through touch. A gentle hand on the shoulder, a warm, lingering hug, or a soft kiss can create chemistry that words sometimes cannot explain.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The rain lashed against the windows of the hotel room, fracturing the city lights into a smattering constellation of refracted lights. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cedarwood and the tension that had been building between us for months.

I leaned lightly against the built-in desk, my pulse hammering in my throat. My son’s teacher didn’t move; he simply watched me, his gaze heavy and dark. His eyes tracing the way my breath hitched.

“You’re trembling,” he noted, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated right through me.

“It’s cold,” I lied, shifting away from the desk.

He rose then, moving with a predatory grace that made the room feel suddenly too small. When he stopped, he was inches away. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body. He reached out, his thumb grazing the hollow of my throat, before sliding upward to tilt my head back.

“I don’t think it’s the cold,” Making eye contact, he murmured before leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.

I gasped as his other hand found the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. The contact was electrifying

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

My feet beat out a steady rhythm on the treadmill as I began to wind down my cool down run. My gym trainer would be checking on me soon and I needed to be ready for the stretches he’d insist on. Slowing my pace further; I drink from my water bottle, spilling a little down my chin. I wipe my chin and come to a stop. Taking a few deep breaths, I shake one leg then the other before wiping down the controls.

I turn to find my trainer right behind me. “Good job. Now let’s get you stretched out.” He nodded over his shoulder to the yoga mat he’d already laid out. I rolled my head to relax my neck and assumed the first stretch. One knee almost touching the floor, my other leg in front of me at a ninety degree angle, lunging forward. My trainer counted down before I switched.

After switching sides, it was time to do the butterfly stretch. My trainer was never happy with my progress for this one. I sat and brought my feet together in front of me, bracing my elbows on my knees; I gently pulled on my feet. The

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