Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Ronnie had been playing with the AC at home. First, he complained it was too hot, so he turned it all the way down. Then it became so cold, he had goosebumps and was shivering, and so he turned it back up. He never waited enough or had enough patience for it to gradually change.
(844)-332-2639 ext 398
Like every horny teen slut, I love taking naughty pictures and videos of myself. The only problem is that “Dad” and “Daddy” look very similar when your fingers are buried in your cunt and your not paying attention to who you’re sexting. I didn’t notice that my latest horny adventure got sent to my Dad until after I already soaked my bed sheets.
I crossed my fingers and hoped I could steal Daddy’s phone before he heard me moaning “Fuck me Daddy!” through the phone. But when I snuck up to his room to steal it, I could already hear it playing. I froze in the doorway and listened to him playing the video. I waited for him to call me to his room or come out to mine. My brain started coming up with all kinds of excuses for being so slutty, but then I heard the video replay and the video get even louder.
Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203
Mommy Anna’s Lover had sent her a gift for Mother’s day: a brand spanking new paddle. It was all leather, and just the right size for boys Ronnie’s age. Mommy Anna was so delighted when she opened the gift, she could barely contain her self or wait to have the opportunity to use it.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Dale was a man of quiet competence, held together by starched collars and a stoic demeanor that begged to be dismantled. I didn’t just want his attention, I wanted his surrender. We’d been flirting (well, he had been anyway) for months and he finally broke the stalemate one evening as everyone else was getting ready to leave for the day.
“Still working, Stella?” he asked. His voice sounded a little more vulnerable than usual. “No, actually,” I replied, standing slowly. “I was waiting for you.” He gave me a puzzled look, but I didn’t fill in the gap. Instead, I let the silence stretch until the air between us felt heavy and electric. “I think you’ve been looking for things you aren’t allowed to find, Dale.”
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 … “
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.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
He arrived at ten sharp, wearing an expensive suit and a Rolex that could’ve funded a small country. He smiled in a fake and predacious way when he saw me. “Stella,” he said, “I hear you’re an experience worth every penny.” He placed his leather briefcase on the mahogany desk and opened it, revealing a thick envelope full of cash, a stack of credit cards, and a signed contract. The initial request was that he wanted a session, but I wanted his ego. He just didn’t know it yet.
“Take a seat,” I said, gesturing to the leather chair across from me. The leather squeaked as he obliged, as his posture already flattened under his own weight. I let him linger a moment, watching his eyes dart to the sleek Manhattan skyline through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to recognize that he thought he owned everything that lay beyond that glass.
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
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
The management at my apartment complex is terrible at making timely repairs. I generally take care of small things by myself, but I had no idea how to fix the hole in my bedroom wall. While rearranging my furniture, I dropped one end of my nightstand and now there was a hole in the wall. All the way through to my neighbor’s room. I was screwed. There was no way for me to fix it.
As I was examining the hole, my neighbor walked into his room, looking like he was fresh from a work out or shower. I knew I should look away, but the way the drops of water dripped down his skin was mesmerizing. I knelt down, getting closer to the hole to have a better look.
He stripped out of his baggy shorts and underwear. I’d always thought he was attractive, and I was silently kicking myself for not making a move sooner. He was packing, and I felt my pussy throb with want.
He laid out on the bed and pulled out his phone, scrolling through videos until he found something he liked; idly fondling himself before getting comfortable and focused fully on the screen.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
As I stood at the grease-stained counter of Miller’s Auto, I knew this conversation wasn’t gonna go as planned. “Three hundred and forty dollars,” Dave said, not looking up from his ledger. He was a man composed entirely of callouses and indifference. “New alternator, labor, plus the diagnostic fee…tax…”
I looked at the counter, then at my hands. Three hundred and forty dollars was a fantasy. My bank account was a haunting echo of two-digit numbers and my rent was looming like a storm cloud. I thought about the rusted sedan in the bay behind him. It was my only tether to a job that was already dangling by a thread. Without that car, I was nothing. Without that car, I was back on the street.