Fun with Food

Posted 3 hours ago by Melanie

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was at home in the kitchen, thinking about cooking when my brother Matt came in. He told me him and his friends were watching exotic porn where the girls were masturbating using all kinds of food. He leaned in and whispered something in my ear. I said, “You want to film me doing what to myself?” Matt wanted me to choke on a banana and stick a huge cucumber up my pussy.

Now, I’ve had fun with food before, but we are talking about banana split type food all OVER my body, nothing ever inside, but it sounded intriguing. I agreed. If I was going to stuff food inside me, I might as well lay down on the kitchen table. Eat me baby! Not only did Matt want to film everything, but he also wanted to participate.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The first time a client walked through the door of my studio, it was a late night in March and he was trembling. He introduced himself as Michael, a name he’d chosen for the night, and handed me a thick, handwritten contract. I read each clause, the limits, the safe words, the aftercare provisions, and signing it felt more like a promise than a signature.

When the lights dimmed, the room became a sanctuary of shadows. My hand brushed his cheek and I whispered, “You’re here because you want to be seen, to be felt, to surrender.” He nodded. We began with a simple rope. Four meters of hemp, stripped smooth by years of practice. I looped it around his wrists, tight enough to speak, loose enough to trust. As the knots settled into their places, I watched his muscles tense and then relax. The rope sang against his skin. Continue reading “The first time a client walked through the door” →

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I love planting spring seeds. Nurturing them until those beautiful little bright green sprouts start to emerge from the ground. So I was happily going about my day. It was a crisp and cool spring day. Perfect weather for gardening. I was in my own little world, minding my own business. Of course I was talking to my little seeds to fill them with love and motivation to grow. But I was interrupted by my phone ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered it anyway. “Hello, it’s Julie” I greeted the caller.

“Julie, you’re driving me crazy. I’ve been watching you bend over in those little, short shorts for hours. That ass has my cock so hard.” He whispered in a low, super sexy voice.

I looked around at the neighboring houses and wondered which window he was watching from. Normally I might have been a little creeped out. But the sound of his voice was making my body tingle, and my pussy wet. So I decided to tease him a little bit. I started bending over on purpose. And spreading my legs so he could get an even better view.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

“Have you put him in the wheelbarrow position?” I asked Mary, who was complaining that her adult baby wasn’t responding to her punishment techniques. Debbie nodded and pointed at me.

“That’s a great suggestion. I bet the little wise ass would smarten up then!” We laughed, but Mary shrugged, a little defeated by how bad her baby was. I’m sure she hated how we all knew it, too.

“I don’t even know what that position is.” There was a sadness in her voice that made me put my arm around her and pull her in close. As her best Mommy friend, I’d be sure to show her how to get that boy in line!

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Spring Forward

Posted 2 days ago by Alexus

Spring forward

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

It’s that time of year again! They say, ‘ Spring forward,’ I say spring on this dick! There is no better way to spend your lost hour than making up the time, sucking and fucking this dick. You know how much I hate mornings and waking up, so this time of year is extra hard for me.

You need to be a good little cock slut and ensure I wake up in a good mood.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Henry’s eyes flickered behind the spreadsheets and quarterly reports. Until, inevitably, he received another annoying text from his on/off girlfriend, Kelly, who was angry that he was at the office on a Saturday. “You shouldn’t put up with that,” I said, flatly. “She knows you’re working this weekend. Why does she have to start a fight with you about it?”

He stared at his laptop. “She’s my girlfriend,” he finally muttered, as if the definition mattered more than the drama. I leaned forward and the scent of my strawberry perfume wrapped around the table. I was furious that, yet again, Kelly had a burr up her ass and wanted to make Henry pay for it. Not to mention the fact that it had been a long, sexless winter for me and I was ready and willing to help him forget all about that bitch.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

How exciting that you found me here and decided to join me for a moment. Maybe you’ll decide to stay around for longer…I can feel my nipples harden with anticipation. But that’s not what I want to talk about right now. You see, I was taking a break from my studies, and I realized that I had spent the entire day looking at Tiny Marble Cocks. I found myself outlining these pathetic little things with my nails. Art history books are full of them, you see.

After some time, I started to consider what they would look like locked in cages. I imagine spreading my legs for the man in front of me; his Tiny Marble Cock locked in chastity. My pussy is already wet when I reach down, rubbing my swollen clit at first, then my slit. Both of us know by now you would fuck me if you could. There is just one problem; even if your tiny cock wasn’t locked in that cage, you’re far too small to satisfy me with it. So for now, you get to watch me play with my wet pussy while I think of other ways you can satisfy me. Continue reading “Tiny Marble Cocks” →

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

It was 2am when I heard my phone ring. I sleepily answered and Rob’s voice was on the other end. He told me he couldn’t sleep and was literally begging me to come over. He needed to cum so bad and I was the only one who could help him. A slut’s job is never done. I got up, put something sexy on, like my silk jammies and silk robe to cover up with, and drove to his house.

I arrived at 3am and was ready to do my slutty duty. As I yelled Rob’s name, I heard him respond and tell me to just come to his bedroom where he was waiting for me. He was laying in bed shirtless, with his legs slightly spread but still in boxers. His cock was hanging out of his boxers, slightly hard, but I knew he needed me.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It’s no secret that my titties have their own zip code. I’ve learned to live with the constant stares, the unsolicited advice, and even the occasional “Do you need a forklift?” joke from people who assume my back hurts (news flash – only sometimes).

Enter Jake. I met him at a low‑key art opening, where I was pretending to admire a landscape painting but was actually scrolling through memes on my phone. He knocked over a glass of rosé, apologized, and then asked if I’d like to join him for a coffee. He seemed nice enough at first glance and I’m not one to say no to someone who can turn a clumsy moment into a witty one, so I said yes.

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