Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Ronnie went out on his bike for the weekend. There was a parade happening and he wanted to see what all the fuss was about. He snuck into the bakery to grab a sandwich, but when he left, he forgot to get himself a drink. He saw all kinds of adults sipping cans and bottles nearby, so he waited until one of them was distracted to steal one of theirs, and opened it on his bike to drink on his way home.
Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468
There’s a certain kind of energy that fills a room when control and confidence meets curiosity. It’s quiet at first—just a glance, a smirk, the subtle understanding that tonight might be a little more exciting than usual.
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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I still remember the exact moment I first saw HeyZeus across the desert. Being a whore, especially back then, I could feel the magnetic pull of his curiosity. Despite the general consensus that girls like me were dirty. There was something deeply attractive about the way his eyes flickered between intrigue and caution whenever he looked at me. I knew that it would be nearly impossible for him to ignore the growing, inevitable need to explore his desires. It was springtime in the desert, after all.
HeyZeus spoke in hushed tones of the towering expectations his father. More specifically, the insistence that HeyZeus (and everyone else in his village)’s first sexual experience should be sealed within the sanctity of marriage. His father was mighty and powerful, among other things, and had a very strong pull on the entire world’s day to day thoughts and behaviors.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna was walking home from the bodega with her arms full of bags. She balanced herself well in her heels still strutting down the sidewalk. Just as she almost reached home, one of her bags ripped, and her items spilled all onto the concrete.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I am still in shock over Mr. Martin’s confession. I’d already decided that I wasn’t going to tell him that Mrs. Martin had come into work. She’d found credit card receipts and suspected that he was having an affair. There was no way I could tell her that it was me, or that he also messed around with my uncle. I didn’t want to stop seeing Mr. Martin. I’d even been contemplating quitting my job because of this. I didn’t want her to catch us. And I couldn’t tell him not to come in anymore. But that’s when he dropped a bombshell on me. He told me that ever since he was with my uncle, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. The cravings for more had become so intense that he had even been thinking about going somewhere he could get more cock. He told me that he didn’t even think that sex with a female could ever satisfy him again. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But right as I thought I had heard it all, I found out that I hadn’t at all.
☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Ronnie was riding his bike around the neighborhood, when he suddenly heard a bunch of grown men yell ‘’Bombaclot!’’ as they smacked the table while playing dominoes. Some laughed, some cussed some more. This intrigued him, so he decided to go another round around the block. Sure enough, just as he approached them he was met with yet another ‘’Bombaclot!’’
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Little Anna was playing with her big Cousin. They were playing with his toy cars and race track. She kept whining that he wouldn’t give her a turn on the track, but the truth was, he was scared she might break it.
☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏ ☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏
Mommy Anna was wrapping presents and asked little sister Zoey and Big brother Ronnie to help. They formed a production line where one person would cut the wrapping paper, the other would wrap and the third would tape it up. It was quite a good system, until Mommy Anna’s lover called.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
We were in the artisanal coffee shop downtown. Michael was staring intensely at a pastry tower, when his lower lip starting to tremble. “No, Michael,” I whispered, grabbing his arm so tightly I risked interrupting his circulatory system. “We are having a pleasant afternoon. We agreed on no more sweets because they make you too hyper.”
He didn’t listen. Instead, he decided to stomp and scream as he always does whenever he doesn’t get his own way. Especially when we’re surrounded by people who might judge my parenting skills—or lack thereof. And then, like clockwork, he did it. There was a faint, yet unmistakable, shhhht sound, followed by the specific, horrible squish that only a fully saturated, cotton adult diaper can produce.
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
There was a time when I got more attention from the boy next door than my own husband. He felt like working overtime to make as much money as possible was more important than spending time with me. So I was left home alone a lot. I was bored, so horny and starving for attention. So what does a girl do in this situation? She goes shopping! And where does a very horny girl go shopping? The sex store! Yes, I wanted, no, I needed some toys! There were so many to choose from. But the waterproof ones caught my eye since I love to play with myself in the hot tub. I couldn’t get home fast enough. My pussy was so wet and ready to test them out.