Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I signed up for a certification in hypnotherapy because I liked the idea of it. But then it turned into something more…something powerful. The first time a client walked into my little office on the third floor of an aging building, his eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite name. Curiosity? Fear? Something darker?

He introduced himself as Julian and said he was a “high‑functioning” executive who’d “just needed a little help to relax.” I began the session as I’d practiced a hundred times, using a gentle voice, a slow cadence, and a suggestion to focus on the rhythm of my breathing. “Follow the pendulum with your eyes and allow yourself to relax…” He seemed happy and booked another appointment. Success!

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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.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

We all know that I am the sweetest, most obedient little submissive slut a guy could ask for.  But sometimes, you want to lay back and relax and let me “take charge.”  You want me to be romantic sensual bossy Zoey.  I know you’ll take control back before too long.  But sometimes it’s nice to switch roles for a little sexy change of pace.

I’ll lay you down.  Maybe I’ll even tie your wrists at first with some silky scarves.  That way we both can buy into the illusion that I’m gonna be the bossy one for a little bit.  I rather do like the idea of you naked and at my sensual mercy.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber?” he asks. His voice is a little hoarse, as if he’s been rehearsing his lines in the mirror. “Come in,” I say, stepping aside and letting him cross the threshold into my apartment. The hallway is lined with photographs of old, cracked cityscapes. I lead him to the living room, where a single lamp casts a glow.

“I have a role for you,” I begin. “Tonight we’re not just two people. We’re the last two survivors in a fallout bunker and the world above is a radioactive wasteland. The air is thin, the lights flicker, and the only thing keeping us sane is a game of…imagination.”

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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.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’d somehow ended up at a friend’s backyard BBQ, half-listening to a conversation about the merits of different BBQ sauces. That’s when I noticed him leaning against the grill with his shirt sleeves rolled up. His fingers were absently toying with a set of tongs, just as I noticed the sunlight glinting off his wedding ring. Not that I was ogling, of course. I was just appreciating the way his hands moved. When our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow and I froze.

He ambled over, clutching a plate of ribs like a peace offering, and we fell into that classic small-talk rhythm. Compliments on the food, jokes about the humidity, a shared eye-roll at someone’s questionable ketchup-to-mayo ratio. But then, out of nowhere, he asked, “You ever fix a leaky faucet?” and I blinked, because what? “No,” I said, laughing. “I just turn off the water and pretend it’s not dripping.” He chuckled, of course.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Derek knew I wanted to go to Las Vegas. As soon as I answered his video call, he panned the camera outward. The Bellagio fountains erupted behind him, with water arcing under the cold platinum glare of floodlights. “Surprise, my little New York raindrop,” he said. His voice rumbled so low I could feel in my bones. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Think of how you looked when you came the last time I touched you.”

I didn’t close my eyes. Instead, I let the image of him fade as the fountains crescendoed, their mechanical thrum syncing with the pulse in my dripping wet pussy. When I looked back, the screen showed not his face, but his body. Drenched in sweat, naked except for the sheen of the Vegas night. His hands slowly traced the curve of his ribs, as if he were sculpting himself out of muscle and clay.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

He likes to watch and instruct us on what to do next. It all starts out with a two girl private dance. And it may go on for hours. He will pay for hours on end. But that’s not even enough. He then wants us to go home with him where he will instruct us on what to do to each other all night long. It always starts with an erotic strip tease. He has a dance pole in his house. He likes for both of us to be on the pole at the same time, grinding and rubbing our pussies on it simultaneously. We tease each other by licking each other’s nipples and spanking each other’s asses. Sometimes we have a theme with props. We’ve done BDSM, and other fetishes. He loves it all. And he really likes it when we have cute little costumes like school girl uniforms or naughty police officers. When he’s ready, he has us strip off whatever clothes we have on. Then he instructs us on where he wants us. It’s always different.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“You’re not like the others, Amber.” He’s a lot older than I am and I probably should’ve run for the hills as soon as he said that, but I didn’t. I couldn’t help but desire him, even though I knew he was trouble. His hands were cold when he cupped my face, as his thumbs brushed my lips. I tilted my head back, as he murmured, “Spread them.” It wasn’t a request.

My fingers trembled, parting my pussy lips to reveal the ripe, aching fruit between us. The next thing I knew, he was devouring the flesh. MY flesh. I moaned, thinking it was passion, until his teeth grazed my clit and sent a joly of electricity through my entire body.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Every year I enter all of my Christmas goodies into the bake sale. Because all proceeds go towards buying gifts for kids that wouldn’t otherwise be receiving gifts during the holiday season. So I spent the weekend busy baking. The house was permeated with the sexy aroma of cinnamon. Cinnamon is the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was starting to get a throbbing sensation along with a gush of wetness. I had an hour before the pumpkin spice bread was going to be done. So I decided to have some self care time if you know what I mean. Maybe self pleasure is a more accurate description. And that’s exactly what I was doing when I heard a knock. When I opened the door, I must have looked flushed. It was a delivery driver and he needed my signature. But he looked at me and grinned as if he could tell what I had been doing. Or maybe I was just feeling self conscious. Either way, I know I turned bright red. And I’m positive that I was acting guilty and embarrassed. But what made it so much worse it that he was so sexy and I was so horny.

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