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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was so busy packing to move that I lost track of time. It was lingerie night at work and I was running so late. I slipped on the first thing I could find. It was my red lace bra, thong, and sheer lace body hugging minidress to match. I usually throw some sweats on, over my lingerie, to cover up. But I didn’t have time. I could not afford to lose my job. It’s more important now than ever. I’m going to be living on my own. My uncle will be paying my rent. But I’m responsible for the rest of my living expenses. So I was rushing to get there in time. Then I saw the red a blue lights in my rear view mirror. OMFG… I couldn’t believe I was getting pulled over when I was running so late. I literally wanted to cry. But instead I decided to work my magic, lol.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I had no idea what I was in for that day with the pervy acupuncturist. From the moment I stepped foot into the little old house, I knew this was not the typical acupuncturist’s office. His receptionist/wife showed me to one of the treatment rooms. Laying in just a robe and panties under the warm blanket felt so good that I dozed off waiting for him. I was awakened by what sounded like a muffled moaning. But it stopped immediately. I wondered if it was dream or just my imagination. Then he walked through the door. He didn’t waste any time. He was serious and straight to the point. I told him that my main concern was lower back pain. He opened my robe and looked at my body. Then he laid them on my shoulders, closed his eyes, and grazed down my body. He immediately told me about a couple of other issues that I was having. And he was exactly right! At that point, I knew he was intuitive and knew what he was talking about. He had my trust.

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Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I love weiners. It’s not a secret, not really. It’s more of an operating principle. A hunger. Tonight, the hunger felt particularly strong, mixed with something colder. It wasn’t about pleasure, not exactly, not tonight. Tonight it was about filling a void, a hollow place that echoed with every breath. Three of them were already there, sprawled on the floor, passing a bottle of something cheap and smelling of regret. Two more were on their way, or so I’d been told. Good. The more, the better. More bodies, more heat, more noise to block out the silence inside my own head.

I watched them roll their eyes over me, appraising. A part of me, a small, shriveled part, recoiled. But the larger part, the hungry one, just felt a numb sort of anticipation. It wasn’t about being wanted, it was about being consumed. About letting go of the reins and letting the current take me. The first one, a burly guy named Mick or Mark, I forget, pulled me down. His breath was sour with whatever he had been drinking. There was no tenderness, no soft words.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I’ve had some pretty crazy experiences. But the appointment with the perverted acupuncturist was one of the craziest for sure. I have been to other acupuncturists in the past. So I thought I knew what to expect. But I would have never anticipated what happened. First, the office is a little old house. The little den is the waiting room. The kitchen is the receptionist’s area. The receptionist is the acupuncturist’s wife. There is a hall with three bedrooms that have been turned into treatment rooms. It was so cute and cozy. She showed me to a room and gave me a robe and a warm blanket. She told me that the acupuncturist would be in shortly. It was dark. The curtains were thick and blocked out most of the light. I took everything off except for my panties. Then I put the robe on and laid down on the bed. The warm blanket felt so good. I actually started to doze off. But I was awakened by a very muffled moaning. It was so quiet that I thought it was just my imagination. Finally the acupuncturist came in. He was very professional, serious, and straight to the point.

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Warned

I’m the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. The one your Mama warned you about. I am every Mother’s worst fear for her precious little boy. When she thinks about him growing up and finding a wife, she prays it isn’t me.

She gets on her knees and begs that he’ll find a good, wholesome woman. Not a chain-smoking, cuss word-spewing, promiscuous bitch from the trailer park. However, you don’t want a wholesome woman, do you? Aching for me is just something you can’t help! Wanting the one your Mama warned you about, but are you man enough to keep me?

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The tapping of my stilettos against the hardwood floor was loud in the silent room as I walked around the quivering bitch awaiting his punishment. Neither of us spoke as the tension built around us. He was entirely naked while I wore sheer black thigh-high stockings and matching sheer panties. Without a bra, the heavy sway of my tits drew his gaze to my stiff nipples and the rose-tipped flogger I held in my hands.

“Will it hurt?” He finally dared to ask. The nervousness in his voice gave me a thrill, but my face refused to show him I was pleased. My fingers pulled through the length of the leather flogger’s tails. The pretty red rose-shaped bits of leather at the end would thud against his skin when I whipped him. Would it hurt, eventually, but not nearly as much as a cane or whip.

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My sissy boyfriend was exploring his sexuality with me. He confided his darkest pleasures with me. We experimented. I ate his ass, pegged him from the back, and treated him like my girlfriend. After all, he was a sissy boy.

I bought him some anal beads from the sex shop. There with about 6 beads to a thread. The top bead was big and fat, and the sizes got smaller to the end of it. They were shiny and purple ( his favorite color.) I couldn’t wait to surprise him with. I knew he was gonna love it.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It’s not a secret, not really. Not to anyone who’s spent more than an hour with me discussing my dating life. My friends just sigh and nod. But it’s true. Unapologetically true. Some people search for a connection, a meeting of minds, a shared love for obscure indie films. All valid, I suppose. For me? I mean, sure, those are nice bonuses. But when it comes down to it, to that primal, magnetic pull, there’s one non-negotiable. I only like big dicks. Huge ones.

And I don’t mean ‘a little above average, nice.’ I mean, fill-you-up, stretch-you-out, leave-no-doubt big. The way it anchors you, the undeniable mass that makes subtle movements feel like seismic shifts. It’s not just about the numbers, though that’s certainly part of the equation. It’s the feeling of being completely, utterly taken. Of every nerve ending singing a roaring symphony, leaving no void, no empty space.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I decided to let my hair down and indulge in a fantasy I’d always harbored, but hadn’t yet tried. It began with booking a luxurious hotel room, slipping into my sexiest lingerie, and texting ten of my most attractive guy friends, inviting them to join me for a night of debauchery and sin. To my delight, each one of them eagerly accepted the invitation.

The room buzzed with excitement as my friends arrived, one by one, each more handsome than the last. The energy in the room was electric, and I knew that tonight was going to be unforgettable. I mean, ten cocks all to myself?! How could I ever not enjoy that?! Once everyone was there, I made my intentions clear. Each of them was to take a turn with me, to fulfill my deepest desires and then make me do anything they wanted. The room erupted in cheers, and I knew I had made the right choice.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He came into work and told me that he wanted to play with my feet again. “It’s time for another photo shoot. I have some ideas and something very fun planned” he informed me. What happened last time started playing over in my head. All of a sudden, a surge of energy and wetness exuded from my pussy. I couldn’t wait to see what he had in mind this time. What else could there be? We did everything last time. And it was freaking hot. I never knew I had a foot fetish before. He brought it out in me. I began to wonder if everyone would have the same response to what he did to me. I guess some people’s feet might be too ticklish. But there are sexually arousing reflexology points on feet. So it makes sense that stimulating them feels so good. And I’m proof that it can actually lead to orgasm. Just thinking about it had me so horny and ready for the photo shoot.

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