Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

It was close to Valentine’s Day and I was craving something sweet, Candy Sluts are perfect for that. Previously, I had gone out and bought bananas, strawberries, all kinds of sauces and syrups, whipped cream, and nut kinds of butter. In addition, I purchased 3 sets of the cutest pink lingerie. To add, I invited my friends Zoey and Krysta over for a party.

They had no idea what they were getting into. 

Krysta and Zoey both looked so fuckable when they arrived at my condo. I handed them each a winter mojito and Nicki Manaj’s Barbie Tingz was blasting on the Bluetooth speaker. 

Continue reading “Jemma, Zoey, and Krysta – Cake”

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

This blog is dedicated to “Client Z”. He and I had been discussing some of his dark, kinky, fetishes that I love. We have a lot in common. 

Some of the things we have in common are that we love CNC, bondage and cosplay. I love to get dressed up in slutty outfits for my calls with Client Z so he can have his way with me. 

I got ready for Client Z by wearing the sexiest see-through light-blue slip. My hair was in loose curls with a blue ribbon. On my feet were light white Fendi slippers. 

Now, I’m upstairs in my bedroom with Client Z. We’re talking about some of our darkest and kinkiest fantasies. My pussy is getting wetter and wetter. 

Continue reading “Jemma as Alice with Client Z”

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Client M and I were staying at the Park Lane Hotel in Manhattan in the Belvedere Panoramic Suite. After all, this is my fantasy dream. 

By this point, I had changed into a pink vintage velour Juicy Couture tracksuit. Just a lace bra and thong underneath.

This room was amazing, with a king-size bed, a full living room, and a luxury marble washroom. The washroom included an oversized marble basin and a marble shower with a glass door. Not to mention the entire room included the most amazing panoramic view.

Client M told me I had been being bratty and needed to be spanked. I’ll admit I had been a little bratty. Although, I can’t believe he thought I was going to carry my own Louis Vuitton luggage. Please, I thought he knew me by now. 

Therefore, I got into position over Client M’s lap. He’s sitting on the bed as I am bent over his knee. He pulls my pink velour pants down and spanks me. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten”, he counts as he smacks my ass harder and harder.

Continue reading “Jemma’s Client M Fantasy Dream II”

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

It’s national shower sex day and I love to fuck in the shower. My shower is gray tile with a glass door. There are silver racks inside the shower where I store my shampoos, conditioners, body washes, and such. 

So, I strip off all my clothes and turn on the water while I admire myself in the mirror. I like when the water is hot when I get in and it takes a minute or two to warm up. 

Next, slide open the glass door and get inside. Once I’m inside, I start by getting all wet. I rinse my hair and my entire body with water and a bar of Lush Sugar Fairy soap first. Then, I pump some Moroccan Oil Repair shampoo in my hair. It smells amazing already. As I let the shampoo sit in my hair for a moment, I squeeze Aveda body wash into my loofa. I love getting my perky tits and peachy booty covered in soapy suds. 

Continue reading “Jemma’s Shower Sex”

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Once upon a time, in the world of 2003, a beautiful girl named Jemma was born. 

Now, let me tell you why Gen Z is both the best and worst thing that ever began happening to this earth. 

First, like most people born between the years of 1997 through 2012. I have never known a world without cell phones and the internet. 

I’ll illustrate this. 

For example, have you ever seen the episode of Seinfeld where George, Jerry, and Elaine are stuck at the Chinese restaurant, famished, and not being seated?   

The entire time I watch the episode, all I can think about is how an iPhone would solve all their problems. In 2023, the episode almost doesn’t make sense. Like, can you tell me what a payphone is? All I know is this site is pay-to-play. 

Ironically, my generation tends to hate answering their phone to a call without a heads-up first. 

Quoting Kelly Kapoor, “You want to call someone that texted you? Do you want to drive them away? I mean…”

Continue reading “Jemma is Afraid of Her Phone”

Daddy, who is mine and special is ready to teach me a lesson. Sammy has never been known to shy away from a lesson that she needs to learn.

Call Sammy Now (844) 332-2639 ext.421

Daddy doesn’t waste his time and gives me one strong spank on my sweet ass. Leaving his hand there after contact to make sure I can feel the sting and heat from his strong hands. SMACK! Another strong hand slaps my other cheek. “Oh fuck, Daddy!” SMACK! Another. And another. He doesn’t stop until my ass is bright red and there are tears of pleasure rolling down my face.

“Do you know what you have done?!”, Daddy asks as his dominant hand is under my chin pulling my head back. And his rock-hard cock pressed in between my legs. Pinning my back against his chest so I can’t move. “I was just having fun, Sir. I promise.” I hear some chains moving in my direction. Before I can even react, cold metal clips pinch both of my nipples. Connected by a sexy silver chain. He has me by my hard nipples and I’m putty in his hands.

Continue reading “Every Daddy Needs A Sammy – Part Three”

Nude brunette laying down peering over shoulder

Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Monday, Sept. 12 – 5 AM to 12 PM

…continued from part 2

I started to slowly stroke her hand, hoping to make her feel better.  Honestly, I had no idea if she felt the same.  Always I had known that Angie was adventurous; after all, she had told me about the many exploits that she had had outside of her marriage, but they had all been with guys.  Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree?  I wanted to be a special pill for Angie, but maybe she had no inclinations towards me whatsoever.  But somehow the strokes that her fingers were playing on my hand in response to mind did not seem wrong.  It was as if she was signaling something to me, as if there was meaning behind those strokes.  Could I be Angie’s special pill?

Or maybe I was just losing it.  Was I reading something in the spaces between the lines that wasn’t even there?

Continue reading “A special pill, part 3”

Topless brunette with lace panties

Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

…continued from part 1

I did my best to respond.  “That must be really hard to take.  It’s been over a year now for you two.  I cannot imagine how I would feel if a guy was unable to fuck me.  Besides opening jars, that’s like the only thing that they’re good for.”  I tried my best to make her smile.  Angie and I had been friends for a long time, and I hated seeing her down.  I just hoped that the extra touch of whiskey would make her feel nice and warm inside.  I had never told her before but I wanted to make her feel nice and warm inside, too.  I wanted to be that special pill that could make her feel so much better.

Continue reading “A special pill, part 2”

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Welcome to tease and denial therapy. You know you’ve been needing something like this for a long time. You haven’t been in control of yourself for as long as you can remember. Now it’s time to give that control over to me. Focus on my face. The way my eyes search deep into your soul and how my lips pout for your touch. Watch the way my blonde hair catches the light as I walk around the office, listening to your current problems and how they relate to the stories from your upbringing.

Close your eyes and listen to my sweet ‘Mmhmm’s and the sounds of my high heels as I stroll around you. My naked body is here for you to view only, but I know it can be hard for you to focus on our session when you can’t stop gawking, so close those eyes of yours. Mmm, without your sight, that cock gets so rock hard. Would it help you concentrate more if I sat down instead?

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Alarm

Hunter 1-844-332-2639 ext 387

I must have slept amazingly last night! I woke this morning before my alarm went off. Not too much earlier but about a half-hour earlier. I stretch in the bed and yawn. As I stretch I can feel my husband’s morning wood against me. I jump slightly as I forgot that he was home and in bed with me. He has been out of town the last few weeks and just got home last night.

He also doesn’t have to be up for about half an hour also. I decide with this extra time we have we will get to make up for the lost time we’ve had these last couple of weeks. Slowly turning myself around and scooting myself down the bed I grab his hard cock in my hand slowly stroking it. Licking my lips before I wrap them around his cock. Softly moaning at the feel of him in my mouth.

Continue reading “Blow Jobs to Wake Before the Alarm!”