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jenna the hottie

Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304

Jenna the hottie who is always naughty, has done it again! I met a hot police officer who caught me out past the town curfew at 8 pm. Naughty girls like me like to stay up late. This was so that we could have our extra bit of dirty fun at the end of the day. When he caught me out late, I didn’t want him to call my dad because I knew my daddy would use it to his advantage when punishing and humiliating me. I like to be daddy’s sweet princess and not his bad little girl all the time.

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Daddy Joins The Book Club

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Rain splattered against the window pane from the sideways wind blowing outside, creating the perfect reading backdrop. Grey clouds filtered bits of light through the heavy rain that held on to winter’s last bits of chill. My eyes hungrily scanned the pages of our book club’s latest smutty novel. I lay snuggled in the couch with my knees rubbing against each other. April showers might be dousing the world outside in chilly wetness, but this book had a fire burning in my panties. They were soaked, just not from the rain.

I heard the door open, and my gaze flicked from the page long enough to see Daddy shrugging out of his coat and hanging it in the hall closet. We locked eyes for a split second before I looked back to the steamy pages. “Is that the next book in the series?” He asked while coming closer. I hummed an acknowledgment as I nodded but refused to look away again. It was getting so hot! “Read it to me? I haven’t been able to dig into my copy.”

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Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

Daddy and I were supposed to go somewhere for his work today. It was super duper, really important, but I didn’t want to go. I was getting anxious and nervous about all the people I wouldn’t know and whether Daddy would be too busy talking to them to remember to watch me. Instead of getting dressed like I was supposed to, I lay on the bed, on my tummy in just a little G-string, kickin’ my legs as I scrolled my phone.

Daddy came into the room dressed in a sexy suit and tie. I did my best to pretend I didn’t know he was looking at me. “Why aren’t you dressed?” His voice was annoyed, and I shrugged. “Krysta, if you make us late, I’ll punish you.” I shrugged again and watched from the corner of my eye as Daddy moved to the end of the bed and snatched my ankles. One in each of his big hands, and he hauled me back until my pussy plowed into his crotch. “Being bratty today, are we baby girl?”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Daddy finds us so addicting.  He tries hard to stay away.  But he always comes crawling back.  Daddy is addicted to Zoey and Kayla’s tight little pussies.  I mean, it’s not just our pussies he can’t stop thinking about day and night.  He regularly remembers the feel of our mouths and tight tiny assholes.

When we get together, it’s impossible for Daddy to say no to us.  We’re sweet and adorable.  However, we also have devious and tenacious sides to our personalities.  When we want something, there’s very little that can stop us from achieving our goal.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

You know, when Daddy plays with me I always have lots of fun. He tells me that it makes him so happy when I touch his privates like he showed me. He likes when I rub him up and down nice and fast, it makes his private parts so hard! I didn’t know that Daddy’s privates got hard when I got him excited. He showed me one day after I caught him being gross and sniffing my panties in the dirty laundry. Isn’t that all weird and gross? Who would want to smell dirty panties! He does lots of funny stuff like that.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

This hotel room was amazing. It was a full suite with an attached balcony overlooking the most picturesque scene of Vancouver. There was a fireplace with a white loveseat and regal looking velvet chair and a flat screen. A regal clawfoot tub in the bathroom had a barn-style window, so you could slide the window open. Theoretically, the person lying on the bed would be able to see the person in the tub. The regal king-size bed is white and mahogany, I immediately noticed the restraints. 

Attached to the bed were restraints. There was a bottle of Ace of Spades Champagne chilled in an ice bucket with two chilled glasses. In addition, there was a large black box with a red ribbon in the center of the bed. 

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

The other night, the most amazing thing happened. In general, I am a serious insomniac. However, sometimes, when I fall asleep, I have the most amazing fantasy dreams about clients. This blog is dedicated to “Client M”.

To begin with, I flew on a commercial flight to Client M’s hometown, then we flew to New York City together, first class. Admittedly, I was being a bit of a brat in the Airport. In my defence, I had my US Weekly but it took me forever to find Cosmopolitan! Plus, I always need a litre of Evian and spearmint gum before a flight. Client M kept telling me to be a good girl and hurry up but I couldn’t hear him. I had my Bose headphones on.

Once we were settled on the plane, Client M told me I had been a bad girl. He told me Daddy needed to spank me.

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Daddy Knows How To Make Kaykay Better

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Little Kaykay has been feeling really under the weather for the last few days. Her little red nose was all stuffed up, and her sweet little voice was a tad more husky and strained than usual. All she wanted was cuddles with her favorite person, and Daddy knows just how to make Kaykay better.

He popped his head into my bedroom and said, “Hey Princess, how are you feeling?” I pouted my lips and sat up in bed, revealing my tiny crop top that showed off my belly button.

“Can we snuggle, please?”

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

The world of pageants has always been fun. Competing has always been fun for me, throughout my whole life.

When I was younger, I wore the most amazing glittery dresses with delightful tutus on them. The colours were enjoyable and vibrant and I looked good in all of them. Pink was one of my favourites to compete in, as I grew up, I loved red.

Daddy always loved to help me get ready for my pageants. He still does.

Normally, when I compete, I win. However, that can never be counted on. That’s why I always make sure I do a great job of the private interview portion. If you know what I mean.

January 2024, I am competing in Miss Grand International. Of course, I want that Golden Crown.

Daddy wanted to help me get ready.

We had just had sex, and I was feeling so good.

Getting out of bed, I decided to model my outfits for Daddy.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Waking up the next morning, Daniel was nowhere to be seen. Unsurprisingly, he loved to be a man of mystery. Noticing the red envelope on the bedside table to my left, I decided to crack it open. The note inside read as follows, “Good morning Jemma. Take my Amex Black Card and book yourself any spa service you want. Also feel free to shop and order anything you want from room service”.

Amex Black Cards really are the way to my heart.

Browsing the room service menu, I called the front desk.

“Hello, my name is Jemma, I’m so sorry, I’m not sure my room number, or honestly where I am, but do you mind sending me Avocado on Sourdough Toast as well as a Morning Manic smoothie? By the way, would you also mind telling me where I am?”, I asked the front desk person.

“Good Morning Miss Tomsin, first of all, you’re at The Four Seasons Whistler and you’re staying in our Townhouse Suite. Second, yes I will have that to you right away, we have Daniel’s black card on file”. a man replies.

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