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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Locker room secrets huh? They say what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room, but baby, I don’t keep secrets when they taste this good. He was always lingering after practice — all that fake swagger and quiet stares when he thought I wasn’t looking. But I knew. The way his eyes dropped to my thighs when I stretched. The way his mouth opened just slightly when I tied my shoes. He wanted to be told what to do. And I was more than ready to show him how that worked.

So that night, when everyone else had cleared out, I cornered him — fresh out the shower, towel barely hanging on, still damp and smelling like soap and nerves. “You always look this flustered when you’re around me?” I asked, stepping close enough that his back hit the lockers. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Just that pretty little gulp.

I slid my fingers up his chest, slow, watching his skin react to every inch of contact. “Drop the towel.” He obeyed. Good boy. His cock was already hard — twitching, eager, waiting to be claimed. I pressed my palm against it and Continue reading “Locker Room Secrets” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

It was a hot summer weekend and I decided to hit up a pool party at this trendy spot downtown. I slipped into my sexiest red bikini, grabbed a few of my college friends, and we headed out for a day of sun, drinks, and fun

We arrived and the pool scene was popping. Cute guys and gals were lounging on floats, splashing around, and sipping cocktails. I spotted the lifeguard stand and couldn’t help but notice the two gorgeous hunks manning it. Tall, tanned, and ripped, with their shorts slung low on their hips. Damn.

My friend noticed me eyeballing them and grinned. “Oooh, looks like Aynsley’s got her eye on some prime meat!” she teased with a giggle. I blushed but couldn’t deny it. These guys were hot hot hot.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

 Oh, I’ve been such a naughty little brat again, haven’t I? I know I deserve to be put over your knee for a good, hard spanking. My skinny jeans hug the curves of my 20-year-old college body, but they won’t protect my bottom from your strong hands.

I can already feel the stinging from your fingers gripping my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. There’s a growing bulge in your pants brushing against me as you position me in your lap. I tremble in anticipation, knowing I’m about to get the punishment I so desperately need.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

My best friend at college is named Maddy. She’s sweet and kind, always there for me. I adore Maddy. But I have a secret. A secret about her dad Carter.

Professor Carter James is a name well-known to most students on campus. Tall, dark and handsome, he teaches advanced psychology. When I sit in his class, I can barely focus on the lesson. My eyes are on his chiseled features, the way his eyes smolder. I imagine him bending me over his desk, his strong hands gripping my hips as he takes me from behind.

It started innocently enough. Maddy and I studied together at my place. When her father dropped her off, our gazes met and a spark ignited between us. He lingered, looking at me a beat too long. Later, he messaged me online, thanking me for letting Maddy stay over. I flirted, feeling bold, and he flirted right back.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m just an average Gen Z girl, 20 and horny as hell. I might also have expensive and fancy tastes. That’s why I knew I had to enter this guy’s “Sugarbaby Contest” when I first heard about it. A hot billionaire named E was looking for a young slut to keep as his personal plaything, and the compensation package was better than anything I’d ever seen.

I mean, sure, I’d have to do whatever the fuck he wanted sexually. But being a filthy little cock sleeve for a rich guy didn’t sound so bad to me. I’m always down to get freaky and the money was hella good. So I sent in my nudes and waited eagerly for a response.

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sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I take immense pride in molding my little sissy into the epitome of femininity and obedience. It’s a journey, a transformation that requires patience, discipline, and a firm hand. And while she’s come a long way, I’d be lying if I said it was always smooth sailing. My sissy, bless her heart, is still a bit rough around the edges.

One of the most persistent challenges is her voice. Despite countless hours spent encouraging her to embrace a more delicate, feminine tone, that old “boy voice” still creeps in from time to time. It’s jarring, a stark reminder of the person she once was, the person she’s striving so hard to leave behind. Each slip-up is met with a gentle, but firm, correction. “Remember, darling,” I remind her, “a pretty girl speaks with a pretty voice.” It’s not about stifling her, but about guiding her towards the woman she is meant to be.

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teasing

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Tonight is for teasing. And what better way to tease than with a shiny pair of tan pantyhose? I love the way the silk feels against my skin. Cool and smooth, it’s a second skin that hugs every curve. Today, it’s a pair of tan pantyhose, the kind that shimmer under the light, making my legs look endless. I catch my reflection in the mirror, a playful glint in my eyes.

Mark is sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, oblivious to the weapon I’m about to wield. I saunter in, the subtle rustle of the pantyhose announcing my arrival. He glances up, his eyes widening as they travel from my toes to my thighs. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Looking good,” he murmurs, voice already a little husky.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Hello, you horny old perverts. It’s me again, the delicious 20-year-old pussy you lust after so much. I know how badly you wish you could get a taste of my tight young holes. How you dream of ramming your wrinkled old cocks deep inside me. How much you ache to make me yours and teach this bratty little slut a lesson she’ll never forget.

Well, too fucking bad. You’ll never get to experience the exquisite pleasure of being covered in my juices as I ride you into oblivion. Never get to smack my round ass and leave your handprint on my smooth cheeks. Never feel my hot mouth wrapped around your throbbing dick, sucking you dry until you’re completely spent.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m always eager to explore new experiences and push my boundaries. This weekend, I decided to try something I’ve never done before – being a rope bunny. Little did I know, it would be a mind-blowing adventure that left me craving for more.

It all started when a friend introduced me to her rope topping partner at a kinky party. Intrigued, I watched them tie her up in intricate knots and positions, marveling at how sensual it looked. When they offered to tie me up too, I hesitated for a moment before diving in headfirst.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I need to confess something kind of wild that happened on Saturday and I can’t keep it in anymore. So my bestie Lizzy’s grandfather came to visit for the big basketball game, I’m talking her grandma’s husband, like, the actual grandpa. He’s this really distinguished silver fox type – handsome, classy, still super fit for his age. Anyway, after the game he swung by our dorm the next morning, probably to take us out to brunch or whatever.

But of course Lizzy was at spin class, the cardio obsessed little bi– I mean bunny that she is. So it was just me and Gramps, hanging out in our common room. I was still in my silk pajama shorts, trying to be cute as always. He complimented me and we were chatting and flirting, when he suggested we go back to my room to “continue the conversation in private”. I mean, I’m no prude, and that man was so fucking sexy…

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