Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Hey sexy!  Come and join me on the floor.  We work so hard all day long.  It’s time for us to take a break.  We need a pause and to just focus on each other.  Look, I’ve even made us a little nest of blankets to snuggle in together.  I don’t plan for us to snuggle all night long.  But there’s no need for us to rush toward any end goal.  We’ve got all night long to get to where we’re going.  So, for now, we can kiss.  Tongues twinging sensually, deeply, and passionately.  Hand touching.  Caressing each other’s skin, waking up those sensitive nerve endings.  Anticipation building.  Driving each other higher and higher in our need and passion with every passing moment.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

We both had enough to drink but nothing seemed to stop us; while snacking he told me about himself, his boat and he made a point about being a show off. “Doing well, extremely well for myself. There is no way I would show off” he spoke clearly, I could tell this was a very sensitive subject for him. 

I slipped over next to him, moved in closer, leaning my head to the side resting it on his shoulder. He raised his arm and wrapped it around me. “You really can handle yourself; you kept up with me and my drinking” I laughed, unable to hide, his compliment pleased me.  

“Ok, I think my time is up here” he said checking his phone. “Oh alright” I said glancing over, finding my short shorts. “Well, you can only dock here for so long, I have to move my boat. I didn’t say you and I were through” he said smiling, approaching me.  

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Sipping a martini in my pink and white polka dot bikini with short shorts over my bikini bottoms and flip flops, I was enjoying the weather, the people and of course the scenery. It had only been two hours since I arrived at the bar down by the river docks.

The bar faced the river docks and I was on the far end of the bar settled on a leather but cushy bar stool. Boat owners would dock their boats all the time, some blaring music, some full of party animals, some just couples, just a variety. In my entire two hours I watched two different boats dock, stay a bit then take off.

I turned away from the river and hopped on my cell, taking short videos for my social media. Showing off my bikini, the background scenery and the serene mood I was in. I took a photo holding up the peace sign when the bartender approached me and sat a martini down in front of me.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

Foreplay was just excellent with him. He was considerate in the way that reminded me of myself. I hadn’t gone anywhere near his cock…yet, just stroked it some. Mainly we were running our hands over each other. Exploring, caressing, kissing.

So wrapped up in the moment I forgot about his monster cock and I just wanted to please him. I slid myself over on top of him, and, our arms still wrapped and constantly moving and exploring, he was able to roll further over holding onto me. I ended up on my back with him on top.

“You can tell me,” he said softly. “Tell you what?” “My dick, I know, it’s big. You didn’t expect it, did you?” he stared at me with a curious look which I assumed was because he really wanted to know, he wanted the truth. “It is big and no I didn’t expect this at all. But in a good way.” He rolled over from resting on top of me to right next to me.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

After inviting me over, I didn’t hesitate or think twice. I arrived wearing a short black dress that showed off my thighs, back, and cleavage, which hugged at the waist, complete with basic black sandals. I knocked twice before the door flew open. He stood holding a bottle of wine. “You look real good.” he complimented, stepping back, letting me in. “Thank you.” I was barely inside when he slid next to me, backing me into the living room. He then closed the door and wrapped an arm around me.

“So you’re dressed like you are ready to go somewhere,” I sighed. His lips brushed my neck, and then he started to kiss me. “Oh, I just felt like it.” “I like that,” he said and proceeded to kiss my neck some more. I leaned my head to the side, allowing his kisses. It wasn’t until he slid his hand up my thigh that I realized he was still holding the bottle of wine. I reached for it to help free his other hand when he pulled his arm back.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

He reclined and then slid the seat as far back as he could, so swift. I climbed onto his lap facing him. He gripped my waist using both hands and while leaning in kissing his neck I felt his cock growing stiff as I stroked it over his pants. “You have to take your jacket off, I can’t do anything with it on,” he complained. I giggled, sliding my jacket off. After tossing it onto the passenger seat his hands were everywhere. After nearly ripping my shirt he finally got it over one shoulder and proceeded to grab my tits through my bra.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” he said breathing heavily and while face to face I stuck out my tongue. He leaned in and wrapped his lips around my tongue and started sucking on it. He sucked my tongue and then slipped his tongue over mine and proceeded to french me.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Weekend Worthy, from Thursday to Saturday, doesn’t even begin to describe the filth and fire I walked into by Thursday. He sent me the game night invite with a wink emoji and the words “Dress to lose.” I wore red. No bra. And lip gloss he said he wanted to lick off. The vibe was already thick before we played a single round. Every answer I gave during the game was calculated. Every glance, a green light. When the “Truth or Risk” cards came out, I chose risk every time. Flash my tits on cam? Done. Send a voice memo of me moaning his name? Sent.

Friday night, I broke all my own rules. I let him listen while I used the toy he sent me last month—on video, with my mic on, saying his name in a whisper that made the other players beg for replays. And by Saturday? I was ruined. We played “Seduction Showdown” and he won. But I was the real prize. He said I sounded like sin. I said, “So make me repent.” We didn’t play after that. My mouth was too full to speak.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Chrome rails & midnight thrills were my confessions of a metro minx. The only lovers I planned to meet when I boarded that empty train—but then he stepped on, and suddenly the whole night begged to be misbehaved. The car was nearly deserted, lights flickering like a bad decision I couldn’t wait to make. I chose the back corner seat, crossing my legs slowly enough to hear my leather skirt sigh. That sound? It got his attention. He looked up. I smirked.

Game on! I held his gaze, wordlessly daring him. The train lurched forward. My palm slipped between my thighs, teasing the hem inch by inch until a breathy moan betrayed me. I wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt—tonight’s reckless promise to myself. As the carriage rattled through the tunnel, I let two fingers explore sensitive paths while the city blurred in streaks of neon beyond the windows. His eyes widened, and I leaned back, parting my knees just enough for the challenge to land.

He rose. Each step toward me echoed like a drumbeat in my ribcage. When he asked in a husk of a voice “Can I watch?”, consent tumbled from my mouth in a half-whispered yes. Continue reading “Chrome Rails & Midnight Thrills: Confessions of a Metro Minx”

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”

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Late Checkout wasn’t part of the plan—but then again, nothing about him ever is. I had already turned in the key. Bags packed, room cleaned, goodbye kiss on the cheek. But something in me needed just one more taste. One more moment of him beneath me, wrecked and obedient.

So I doubled back, slipped up the stairs like a secret, and found him exactly where I hoped he’d be—shirtless, sprawled across the bed, cocky smirk on his face like he knew I couldn’t stay away. “You forget something?” he asked, voice thick with sleep and sin.

I didn’t answer. I just let my heels click slowly across the floor as I peeled off my clothes—top first, then my bra, letting him see the tight control I still held even when naked. His eyes trailed every inch of me, hungry.

“Come here,” he whispered. But I didn’t. Not yet. I stood at the foot of the bed, hand on my hip, teasing the edge of my panties. You want this?” I asked. “Earn it.” He crawled. On elbows and knees like the obedient thing he pretends not to be. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoved him between my thighs, Continue reading “Late Checkout”