Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The neon lights of the midway glittered from above as I stood by the games of chance, watching the desperate losers toss rings at glass bottles. That was when I saw him. He was leaning against the rusted railing of the Tilt-A-Whirl. He didn’t look like the rest of the pack-mentality boys who were roaming the park, he looked bored. When he caught my eye, he didn’t smile…he just tilted his head, like he was more curious than anything.

My sneakers crunched on discarded popcorn kernels as I walked toward him. Up close, he was even more striking. He had that jagged, restless energy that usually signaled trouble, and a smudge of grease on his jawline that made my pulse jump. “You look like you’re waiting for something to break,” I said, with a smirk. “I’m Amber, by the way.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friend decided that she wanted to go all out for her bachelorette party. She wanted to turn it into a girls’ weekend retreat. Her way of looking at it was that this was going to be her last girls’ trip while single. So she wanted to make the most of it. Even though I had so much going on, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. And I was so excited for some much needed rest and relaxation. She had lots of fun stuff planned for us. Wine tasting, massages, pole dancing lessons, clay body masks, and more. She even rented a limo, hired a driver, and a tour guide. And she also rented out an entire bed and breakfast for us. It was absolutely stunning. There were brilliant flowering vines billowing over the balconies and framing the breathtaking water fountain. Everything was so perfect. The only thing that seemed a little bit off was the bed and breakfast owner’s husband. There was just something really perverted about him. But we didn’t have time to worry about him. Because it was time for us to go to our pole dancing lesson.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heat of the late afternoon sun filtered through the thick canopy of the ancient forest, dappling the clearing in shades of gold and amber. I leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, trying to steady my breathing, but my pulse raced for a reason that had nothing to do with the summer heat.

A heavy, rhythmic thud echoed through the loam. He emerged from the shadows of the treeline, entrancing and majestic. Chiron stood before me, his human torso was lean and powerfully muscled, slick with a fine sheen of sweat; transitioning seamlessly into the sleek, powerful body of a golden-bay stallion.

“You’re late,” I murmured, my voice a little rougher than I intended.

Chiron walked slowly towards me, his hooves treading softly on the moss. He stopped just inches from me, his towering height casting a long shadow over my frame. He looked down, his dark eyes burning with an intense need.

“The herd required my attention,” he said, his deep, resonant voice vibrating right through my chest. “But you always have my focus.”

The sheer proximity of him was overwhelming. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed my palm against his warm…

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, I’m looking for a very specific arrangement” divulged the deep voice on the other end of the line.

“Mmmm… tell me more” I perked up with excitement. I’m always ready for something new, something different, something exciting and hot.

He went on to tell me that he’s been married for many years. And he loves his wife very much. But she’s no longer sexually active. She loves him very much. She knows he has needs. And she wants him to have his needs fulfilled. He told me that she doesn’t consider phone sex cheating. She just wants him to find an online girlfriend that can take care of his sexual needs.

I told him that I would be honored. Then we spent the rest of the hour just talking and getting to know each other. We talked about our pasts, our relationships, our likes, dislikes, hobbies, and so much more. The time flew by. We learned so much about each other. And we actually had so much in common, despite our age difference. I really enjoyed his company. And I couldn’t stop thinking about him that night. I couldn’t wait to talk to him again.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It started by accident…but now, it is the only way I can prove to myself that anyone is truly mine. I don’t want their words, and I certainly don’t want their affection. What I crave is the primitive, grounding sensation of being consumed by a man.

I like their tongue to trace the line of my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder, and the hollow of my throat, with a focus so intense it borders on reverence. I like the wet, rhythmic heat of their wet tongue against my skin, slowly and deliberately licking and treating my body like a melting confection. Like an ice cream cone.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Guys, I’m starving. No, not for proteins or fiber or the sensible things people eat to keep their hearts beating. I’m starving for the velvet texture of a hot load of cum against the roof of my mouth. It’s not like I don’t get enough cock or anything. I mean, we all know I’m a certified whore! lol But the reality of my world is that I took this job because I’m a cumslut and simply can’t get enough cum (or cock) to satisfy my cravings!

I can taste it even now, a phantom saltiness, sometimes slightly bitter, sometimes slightly sweet. My jaw aches to be stretched wide enough to take a thick, long, juicy cock balls deep down my throat. It’s a physical hunger that can’t be silenced.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve learned that the world is essentially a runway if you have the right silhouette. Every step I take feels like a choreographed performance. It’s almost a game at this point – counting the lingering men with their eyes locking onto the sway of my MILF ass. My hips sway with a deliberate, rhythmic grace that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I don’t shy away from their hunger. Instead, I adjust my stance just a fraction, letting the ambient lighting catch the contours of my BBL. That’s right, I have one. The blatant staring is a testament to the fact that my investment is working exactly as intended.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna’s handsome, powerful boyfriend went on vacation… with his wife. This infuriated her with psychotic rage. But the more she thought of it, she began to laugh. Why should she stay at home, or wait for him? Why behave? When Daddy is away, anyone can play.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I never knew hors d’oeuvres could be so fucking sexy. But this man turned catering into an erotic art. He was a master and the food was his masterpiece.

A friend of mine was having an open house on a multi million dollar listing. So of course, I was not going to miss it. The house was absolutely breathtaking. But the caterer literally took my breath away. He was standing behind the massive taj mahal quartz island. Focused intently on each tiny detail, he was working his magic. He was an Italian stallion with a passion for food and turning it into art. And I was focused on him. The way his muscles flexed with each squeeze of the piping bag into the miniature hors d’oeuvre serving trays. Then the way he meticulously laid each individual fresh herb precisely on top with his chef tweezers. That was all enough to get me all wet and turned on. But the way his juicy meatballs squirted such an explosive flavor bomb in my mouth almost made me cum in my panties.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood in front of Mr. Henderson’s mahogany desk, clutching a stack of files like a shield. My crime? I had accidentally redirected the annual budget report to the entire company’s Slack channel instead of just the accounting department. “Amber,” Mr. Henderson said, as he adjusted his silk tie. His eyes were locked on mine. “Do you have any idea how bad this is? I’ve fired people for less!”

I winced. “I thought I was just sharing the link to the sign-in spreadsheet, sir. It was a slip of the touchpad…an honest mistake!” He leaned back, as his chair creaked ominously. “A slip. Right. You’ve been a liability lately, Amber. I should let you go.” My stomach did a slow, painful somersault. I had a car payment, an apartment, and an absolute inability to function in any other work environment. I needed to fix this. Fast.

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