Category: roleplays

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friends and I were meeting for “Ladie’s Happy Hour”. We do it once a month. It’s our chance to catch up. This time we went to a really swanky, upscale place. It was the trendy spot to be, apparently. It was standing room only for a while. But we eventually got a high top in the bar. We had tapas, lots of drinks, and a great time catching up. It was time to catch our rides. We ordered them on our apps. So we made our way outside.

Right there before our eyes was a total hottie. In the sexiest car ever. He was pulled up to the valet. We stood in awe and speechless. A red convertible mustang. Music thumping. Sexy pink lights. Damn, who was this hottie? I wondered. Then his eyes locked with mine. It was magnetic. As if we had known each other our entire lives. It was so weird. He finally motioned for me to come over. I felt so awkward but drawn to him. He asked me if I needed a ride. I told him I had one coming. My friend’s rides started arriving. They were leaving one by one. Soon I was left alone.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna told her slave that he needed to accompany her. She claimed it was a charity night where all the ladies would get together and hold an auction. He reluctantly agreed, but did so anyway to Please Mistress Anna. They were about to leave, when Miss Anna pulled a fast one on him. She claimed he couldn’t leave in what he was simply wearing, that she had prepared an outfit for him. He complied, but when he saw the garments, he nearly fainted: There was an open bottom skirt, stockings, heels, a slutty top, and lingerie to match.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

We are in my yoga studio, and I watch you struggle in a specific pose. Your ass is in the air, and it’s a sight to behold, but your legs are shaking, and your back is rounded. You’re not getting the full benefits of the stretch, and it’s clear you’re frustrated. “Hey, Sam,” I say, walking over to your mat. “You’re doing great, but I think you could benefit from some one-on-one instruction. Would you like to stay after class and let me help you with some of these poses?”

You nod, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and I can see the eagerness in them. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too. This is going to be more than just a yoga lesson. Continue reading “Things Are Getting Hard in Yoga Class” →

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I know my roommates can get really crazy. They have brought people home from work before. But it’s never gotten that crazy before. It was about three o’clock in the morning. I was sound asleep. Until I was awoken by giggles, moans, lots of different voices, and banging. At first, I was scared. I wondered what on earth was going on. Worried that something might be happening to my friends, I jumped out of bed. Then I ran down the hall towards the noise. I was so scared to open the door. My heart was beating so fast. I had no choice but to save them from a possible intruder. So I quietly opened the door and peeked in. I couldn’t believe my eyes. What on earth were they doing? I wondered. They had three guys in there. And from the looks of it, they were willing participants. The five of them were having an orgy. They were forming a human chain. All of them were having sex with each other at the same time. I’ve never seen anything like it. I started getting turned on by watching them. I couldn’t stop.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My office was usually a sanctuary, a place where vulnerabilities were laid bare, analyzed, and hopefully, healed. As a sex therapist specializing in fetishes, I’d heard it all. But Rory… Rory was different. He wasn’t ashamed or furtive, just… intensely focused. “Pantyhose,” he’d said, his voice a low hum. “Specifically, silky, shiny, tan ones. It’s… everything.” I arched an eyebrow, a professional curiosity piqued. “Everything? Can you elaborate?”

He painted vivid pictures, describing the way the light caught the nylon, the sensation of it stretched taut against skin, the subtle rustle with movement. This wasn’t just about him being turned on; he was captivated by the subject matter. After a few sessions, I had a comprehensive understanding of Rory’s attraction. It wasn’t just lust; it was a deep connection to texture and visual appeal. A piece of him saw pantyhose in a transcendental way. “So,” I ventured during our fourth meeting which was quickly becoming intense, “have you fully explored this?”

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

I was just lying there daydreaming about our next threesome. When all of a sudden, I heard a knock at the door. It was Amber, unable to contain her excitement. “You’re not going to believe this!” she exclaimed. I was so confused and surprised. But I was also anxious and excited to find out what was going on. “We are finally going to have our threesome with Ace tonight! He’s going to be here in an hour.” She couldn’t contain her smile.

We ran to my room to get ready. Deciding what we were going to make him wear was the best part. For ourselves, we chose stockings and garter belts. And for him, crotchless panties. We thought it would be exciting to see his cock and balls hanging out of the hole. We set the mood with candles and aphrodisiac essential oils.

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Darkest Desires

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

A caller recently told me that other than himself, I was the only person in the world who knew what he truly desired. His darkest desires. The only person he’d ever shared his dark desire with. His kink is rather taboo, and naturally, he feels as if he can’t share it with anyone in his personal life. His words keep replaying in my mind. Over and over.

I’m the ONLY person who knows exactly what pleases him—the only person who can tempt the darkness in him to come out and play. No matter how dark or disturbing, he and I can explore that desire together until he achieves the most satisfaction from the naughty little idea. Do you have any idea how amazing it feels to know he’s comfortable confiding in me?

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My roommates had a party the other night. It got really crazy. They told me that there were only going to be a few people. But they kept coming. My friends were dancing on the pole. Everyone started getting really rowdy and riled up. We were all partying and having a good time. They were all cheering my friends on as they took turns dancing on the pole. I joined in the cheering. Then all of a sudden, they all started cheering me on. They were yelling “Little Rachel on the pole” over and over again. I was so embarrassed. My friends are dancers. They know how to dance on the pole. I don’t. I was saying no but they wouldn’t stop. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve never done it. But between the drinks and the peer pressure, I somehow had the balls to do it. I’m sure I made myself look like a total loser. But everyone was having a good time. Me included. So I continued to give them what they wanted. Before I knew it, they were chanting “TAKE IT OFF!”

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

Growin’ up, I could always see the way Step Dad looked at me. Them hungry eyes roamin’ over my nubile body, pausin’ to linger on my pert breasts and round ass. I knew he wanted me something fierce, but he held back, tryin’ to be a proper man of the house. But things changed when I turned eighteen. I was a woman now, with needs a-plenty. And Step Dad, well, he was just a man tryin’ to keep up with his wild, adopted daughter. I started temptin’ him like a snake charmer, prancin’ around in my tight little shorts and crop tops. Leaving my door ajar, the zipper on my sleeping bag pulled down just so, invitin’ him to sneak a peek at my barely-there pj’s. One fateful Sunday, with the family gathered for dinner, I knew it was now or never. As we sat down to eat, I made sure to brush up against Step Dad every chance I got. When I leaned over to grab the mashed potatoes, I made sure to press my breasts against his arm, my nipples hard and pokin’ through the thin fabric of my tank top. He shot me a warning glance, but

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Ah, the quickie. Those stolen, secret moments of passionate intimacy snuck in during an otherwise mundane day. The surprise grab, the fumbling hands, the urgent coupling – it’s a delicious indulgence that never fails to get my heart racing and my juices flowing.

My lover knows just what to do. One minute we’re going about our day as usual, the next he’s pressing me up against the wall, hiking my skirt, and yanking down my panties. I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he’s undoing his pants and burying himself deep inside my eager cunt. There’s no preamble, no build up – just pure, unadulterated sex.

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