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Bowling Proshop

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Everyone knows I’m a competitive girl! I love to push myself even while doing things I’m not particularly good at. Like bowling! I love bowling, and when Daddy found out how much I loved hitting up the lanes, he decided to take me.

I warned him that I’d recently broken my personal ball. Yeah, leave it to Kayla to break a fucking bowling ball, right? I dropped it in the parking lot, right on the finger holes, and it shattered a bit around the second and middle finger holes. Now I can’t hold the pink and black swirly eight-pound ball without cutting my fingers. He just kissed me on the head and told me he’d let me hit up the proshop before we played.

Honestly, I just love any excuse to spend Daddy’s money!

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Chained-up Love Slave

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David loves me. He loves me even though I don’t love him. Every year, he asks me to be his Valentine, and every year, I say no. I let him stay at home and wonder what kind of dirty, disgraceful things I’m doing with the men he desperately wishes he could be.

This year, I thought I’d shake things up! When he showed up on my doorstep with roses and chocolates, asking me to be his Valentine, I asked if he’d do anything to make me say yes. The dude practically fell to his knees, agreeing that so long as I’d be his, he’d do anything and everything I asked of him. I pulled him through the doorway by his tie and growled in his ear, “Happy Valentine, my chained-up love slave.” Continue reading “Chained-up Love Slave” →

Cum Again

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“Please! Stop! I came, I came! Please!” I heard you screaming in panic as the second orgasm bubbled from the head of your cock, and I showed no signs of stopping. The loud buzz of the wand kept its steady pace as you thrashed against the straps I’d used to tie you down—one around your chest, one tight over your hips, and two down your legs. My head cocked as I pushed the bulbous tip of the wand squarely into your balls, and my other hand pulled the prostate massager nearly out of your ass.

“And you’re going to cum again,” I spoke softly, feeling no need to yell over your demands. With a slow twist of my hand, I fed the prostate toy back into your clenching ass and grinned as your back bowed. “And again. And again.”

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Bubble Butt Busts Your Nut

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The lights in the club are low to help hide your identity, but they also hide mine. I strut from behind the stage, teasing my fingers against men’s shoulders as I brush past. I am looking for my next client. Maybe you cant tell there’s a thick cock tucked under my tiny thong, or perhaps you can. Either way, you flag me down with a finger wave, and I turn to grind my bubble butt into your lap.

The music is playing so loudly that I can’t hear if you’re speaking to me or not, but I use the rhythm to guide my hips. Pushing my plump cheeks against that growing hardon in your pants.

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Pervy Princess Pays The Piper

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Ever since the summer my tits grew in, I’ve been such a pervy princess. I love to sit on the laps of older men and just wiggle to see if I can get them hard. More often than not, I can do it without even really trying. However, I’ve been protecting my teasing game!

Short skirts, check! Crop tops that show my belly and a lot of cleavage; check! Then I just act all innocent like I have no idea my voluptuous teen body makes men think about fucking me. I thought it was all fun and games! I didn’t mean any harm, and I certainly wasn’t trying to lose my virginity this early. But this pervy princess had to pay the piper when I sat on Uncle Johnny’s lap.

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Noah planned the most perfect Valentine’s date for us. After six months of dating, he hoped tonight would be the first night of the rest of OUR lives. On Valentine’s Day 2024, he’d get down on his knee and slip his grandmother’s engagement ring around my finger as he asked me to be his wife. He thought he had everything planned perfectly: the restaurant, the meal, and even the music he’d requested the orchestra to play during the proposal.

Poor, stupid Noah. He had no way of knowing that the woman he wished to spend the rest of his life with would turn him into a clean-up cuck on the very same night she became his fiance.

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Hey, Boys and Toys

Our Chatroom is undergoing some updates, and currently, the only way to enter is through phonesexcandy.com. If you normally enter through TLC or Sinfully, you won’t find the chat bar. Don’t worry, you still have access to us sexy ladies!

Prance This Way

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Prance on over here, Sissy girl. I know how hard it is for you, sissy sluts and crossdressers. All you think about and wish to discuss is clothing, make-up, and being girlie. However, you can’t share that side of yourself with anyone in your life. You have to hide it, and that crushes your glittery soul, doesn’t it?

Don’t worry! That’s exactly what sex doll best friends are for!

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I'm A Bad Girl

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I’m a bad girl. Really bad. I don’t want to get in trouble or have anyone do anything about it, but I think if I don’t confess, I’ll burst. The things I think about are shameful and dirty. Things that put people behind bars for long periods of time. If anyone knew the types of things I desired, what kind of filth lurks behind my innocent demeanor, they’d lock me away.

How else would they keep society safe from a monster like me? My darkest secret is that I don’t want to be an accomplice and give someone else the forbidden fruit. I want to take it for myself.

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Peeping Toms are everywhere. You never get to see them most of the time, because they’ve gotten that good at being pervs. If a lady ever thinks her life is seeming a little tame, no weird guys hitting on her. Like, a hundred percent of the time it’s because she has become a target of a group of goons. It always sounds so eighties but I swear, it is still a thing. A lot of them do the classic peeping in windows or hiding in the bushes to watch ladies get in their cars or walk to work. Little stalkers.

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