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After a long night out, sometimes a girl just needs a long, hot soak in a tub of bubbles. I started my bath and stripped out of my sexy red dress.  Maybe I’ll light some scented candles and open a bottle of Merlot. 

I lowered my music as I thought I heard glass breaking. I must be even more tired than I thought. I layed back in the warm bubbles, closed my eyes, and enjoyed my relaxing bath. 

     I dried off and grabbed a robe and head for my bedroom. Maybe some porn? Maybe just close my eyes and drift off. I see the shards of broken glass on the floor. I grab my phone to call for help, when he grabs me from behind.  He whispers in my ear not to scream and I feel his hard cock against my ass. 

He pushes me down on the bed and removes his clothes. Fuck, he is big.  I can’t help myself from getting super wet. He feels that and gives me a dirty smile. 

I get off to all sorts of sexy roleplays. Do you have one for me? Anything Goes!

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Written By: Caidyn Cross

  I’m so excited! My parents are going out for the night and my boyfriend is coming over. It’s time we took things to the next level. I’m a very horny girl, you know. 

I took a long, hot shower making sure to take care of the special places. That felt so good, that I had to take my time rubbing myself until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so horny!

I put on my tiny bathrobe and headed back to my room. There was daddy sitting there, flipping through my tablet. He told me mommy was going out alone because of what he heard. I’m so mad because daddy was listening in and canceled my date.  Bad daddy!

Once daddy explained I wasn’t mad anymore. He told me he knew it would be my first time and that sometimes boys can be very selfish. Daddy was worried he might be rough and not take care of my needs. Daddy is so considerate, isn’t he? 

   Daddy removed my bathrobe and commented how grown up I was getting. He cupped my tiny, round bottom and told me how good I felt. He was so gentle and sweet. Daddy really does love me. 

We did everything together that night. When we were almost done, I was worried and told daddy he needed to pull out. Then I remembered as it was my first time and my friends said you could never, ever get pregnant your first time.

Cum in me, phone sex daddy!

Written By: Katie

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It’s that time of the year we begin to think about New Year’s resolutions. Every year I come up with a big list, but never ever go through with it all. How about you? A new job, that hot girl you see at Starbucks every morning?  Go for it, as you only live once!

This year I have only one resolution and that is to sexually experiment more and sort of up my game. Think that I one I could actually keep?

I missed the holiday party this year at my favorite club. Just way too much to do, in so little time.  You show up at my home a little tipsy and out of breath. You hand me a bottle of bubbly and turn to leave. I suggest you enjoy a glass with me.

We are drinking and chatting and all of a sudden something comes over me. I excuse myself and return holding something behind my back. I bend over to kiss you and quickly handcuff you to the couch. My kisses become a bit rough and frantic. They have turned to bites. I quickly pull off your clothes and bite down your chest. 

      My white teeth, and shiny red lips are now right by your balls. I licked, kiss, and bite your thighs. You are scared and turned on at the same time. You always thought I seemed so “willing” the perfect blonde bimbo. Not tonight!

You reach between my legs with your unbound hand. What are you feeling? Time to turn the tables. 

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Written By: Tiffany

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           I tell you what,  one little error in judgement, and a girl gets grounded for weeks. It isn’t my fault, as it never snows here. It sure did so early this year, and  how did they even know those footprints were mine?   Could have been anyone.

                Here’s the whole story, because it looks like I have nothing but time on my hands.    

The handsomest man EVER moved two streets up. He was everything a girl like me wanted and needed. I mean EVERYTHING!  I didn’t see a wife or any family. It really doesn’t matter if he’s free or not because I want, what I want! Plus who could ever resist little me?

I hid in his bushes till he came home. Rather late, don’t you think? He was stumbling a little and didn’t even lock his door. I quietly crept up the stairs and took what I wanted.  He looked confused called me some ladies name. I rode him till I got all I wanted.  I don’t know if he was ever really awake!  

Now, it’s a month later and I am grounded.  Everyone is mad and I have very sore nipples to make things even worse. I’m also super horny! Go figure.

Now this annoyed girl is stuck inside her room for the whole entire holiday. My pain is your pleasure, giggles.  Call this horny girl who is stuck in her room. Please?

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Written By: AJ

      Well fuck, seems to me like you have a problem.  Somehow you got waylaid while out shopping for gifts for the wife and kids. Here you are in a seedy hotel off the highway, drunk and broke.  That isn’t the worst if it though, is it? 

                       You start to come out of your fog, and look around the room. You really don’t even remember getting there. Sitting on the bathroom floor in a puddle of who knows what, you wonder just where the fuck you are. Is that blood?

You stumble to the bedroom, and see the girls in your bed. You see the empty bottles, and the lines of white stuff on the nightstand.  You make some noise hoping the girls will wake up.  Maybe? You wonder if they are even alive. Oh god!!

The phone rings in the room. You ignore it, but it keeps ringing, making you a little crazy. You finally pick it up and you hear my voice. I instruct you to put the thumb drive in the tablet. You’re shaking and the girls still haven’t woken up.  There it is right before you. Your entire night and every twisted thing you did. 

Not quite the Christmas you expected perv, is it? 

Written By: Poison Ivy

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    Can you believe it’s almost Christmas?  It’s such a busy and exciting time. I had enough money to finish my shopping early because my neighbor had secrets he didn’t want me to tell.

You see, last year daddy bought me a telescope. He knew I loved to spy on our neighbors, and daddy loved it too. What fun secrets could we learn?

  Mrs. Marks has a lot of different men over to visit. Mommy called her a slut, but daddy really likes her.

Mr. Timmons never seems to have a date with a girl. Giggles, but he does have dates with men.

Ms. Ren the Algebra teacher really loves to entertain pretty ladies. 

My most fun neighbor is Mr. Blank. No, I can’t tell you his last name as he paid for my silence. He must have a lot of nieces or something like that. He has a lot of pretty little girls, just like me that are always in his house. They always leave smiling. I wonder if he has fun presents? 

          Don’t you think it’s time I took over a Christmas card to see what all the fuss is about? 

Written By: Katie

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                     I love my neighborhood, the people are so nice and always friendly. Saturday night right before the Winter Solstice, we always pile up in daddy’s big Subaru to look at all the decorations. My favorite is all the beautiful shiny colors for decorations. We have a new neighbor and he was giving treats to anyone who stopped to look and talk. His decorations were the best! He must have lots of kids. 

          Daddy wouldn’t stop for us. He mumbled something I really didn’t understand. Okay, whatever. I have a plan for later! I heard some fun rumors about my neighbor and just wanted to see for myself. 

After my brother and sister were asleep, I snuck out my window. People were still looking at the decorations and driving or walking about. I introduced myself to the man with the treats. He seemed nice enough. He had yummy gingerbread cookies and I ate several. We laughed and talked and everything looked so bright and pretty. Oh, I just love Christmas decorations. 

            What is going on? It looks like the sun is coming up. Whose bed am I in? Oh no, where are my clothes?

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Written By: Piper

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    I so fucking seriously hate this time of the year. Hands out, bells fucking ringing, just annoyance every where I go.  I do have a life, and really can’t escape all the nonsense. I lost Whamageddon, as soon as I entered the Pharmacy. Like I fucking said, I hate this time of the year. 

                     I was paid well to do a lame photo shoot, so now on to the bar to get obliterated. I listened to a conversation where this man was complaining  about his wife. She just doesn’t seem to get the fact he likes it a little rough. He likes his balls to be beat up. Punk music to my ears. 

    I ever so politely asked if I could help with that. He laughed, said I was such a tiny, and girly little thing. He said I couldn’t hurt a tiny kitten. That story is for another time, because hell fucking yes, I could hurt a kitten. 

               More details blah blah blah, and he was now naked, scared, and at my home. The drug I gave him had worn off and he was soon wide awake. He struggled against the leather ropes and then let out a loud moan. Ah, his tied up balls are beginning to turn a lovely shade of blue.

    He tried to beg, plead, and apologize. So annoying, but that’s what ball gags are for.  Merry Christmas, loser! 

Written By: Malaya Maxxx

                I love holiday baking. It’s so much fun to see what tasty treats I can bake for my closest friends. Vanilla, strawberry, coconut, and of course, decadent chocolate. Yum! I bake the best cupcakes! 

They’re some boys, that really love chocolate. I mean, they absolutely crave it. Those are my kind of guys. Wink, Wink. How can I say this? Giggles. They like my special chocolate that appears after I have eaten that cake. 

Everyone has left, but you’re hanging around. You keep trying to feed me cake and encourage me to drink more Irish Coffee. Then it happens. A wonderful, enticing loud fart from my adorable shit hole. You instantly stiffen, anticipating what is to come. 

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Written By: Delaney

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                 I have the sexiest secret to tell. I can’t tell my friends, or even my teacher. I can tell you that it’s a very dirty, hot secret. Do you want to know more? I think you NEED to know more! 

I’m such a lucky girl because every night my daddy comes to my room for a cuddle.  Sometimes we do more than cuddle. Sometimes we make macaroni sounds! Giggles. 

  Last night I asked daddy what mommy does when he’s having a cuddle with me. He told me it was time I knew. Daddy took me by my hand to his room. Oh my! Mommy was watching us on her tablet, with her hand between her long, silky legs. Mommy is so super sexy!

Mommy smiled and joined us on their big bed. Mommy, what are you doing? Oh, that feels so good!

Written By: Katie

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            You catch me walking by while you’re in your favorite coffee shop. You don’t see my face but you’re mesmerized by my sexy, teen butt. You toss some bills on the table, as you try to catch up with me. You keep your distance as not to be caught looking. What a perv you are. 

You’re already late for work, but nothing matters but that fine ass that you’re following. Most guys would begin to wonder what I look like. Not you, though. All you care about is my perfect ass and the things you would like to do to it.

                 I go into a local breakfast place and ask the hostess a question. She tells me it’s up at the top of the stairs. You wait, watching me walk up, you can barely breathe now.  You wait to be sure and follow me up the stairs.

You see the door is closed and you odd sounds. You can tell already that I’m not a shy one. When I have to go, I’m not quiet about it. 

Your ear is against the door trying to listen more. Fuck, your cock is rock hard just imagining what I’m doing in there. You breathe in deep, hoping to get a whiff of something magical. OMG!!  The smell is amazing. 

   The door opens and you finally get to see all of me. You don’t care, do you? You’re intoxicated by my smell. I smile as I walk by and put a shitty little finger up to your hungry mouth.

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Written By: Delaney

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                       I love a good party! Who doesn’t? This time of year so many parties are going on in my neighborhood. Do you want to know what I love best? You can be who ever you want to be with a costume. What that REALLY means is that I can wear a mask and trick men into thinking I’m older. Maybe even fool them into thinking I’m their wife or girlfriend. That’s so hot, isn’t it? 

        I can hear old people music from the Anderson house. Let me look in the window. Well, what kind of party is that?  I see Mr. Jenkins with Mrs. Carter. What is she doing on her knees? OMG! I heard about these sort of parties. Like couples swap and fuck other people’s husbands. My friends and I should have that sort of party, but with boys from the college. 

Mrs. Carter is looking directly at me now. That’s cool, maybe I will get invited in. She gets up, smiles and closes the curtains. I walk around the house to the patio door. It’s unlocked, so I let myself in. I drink some rum right from the bottle and join the party. I have my mask on and no one will know it’s the little girl that lives on Beach Street.

Mr. Campbell is looking pretty sexy tonight. I say in my best cockney accent, “Hey Mister, can I suck your willy”? Oh yes, they have no idea it’s just little ole me! 

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Written By: AJ

   I’m Batgirl and I always get what I want. At the moment what I want is Mr. J, even with the time he paralyzed me and showed my naked pictures, I still wanted to fuck the shit out of him. Sorry Batman, it’s Mr. J for me. The only thing standing in my way is that cunt Harley Quinn.

                       I would suggest a threesome, but I don’t share. If I want to fuck Harley Quinn, it’s going to be just us two. I could trick him and add color to my hair, put on one of her outfits, and after I fucked him till he passed out, let him know it’s me, Batgirl!  He will at first think that Harley Quinn is an amazing fuck. Nope boys, it’s me who is the amazing fuck.  

                      As a girl I have always fantasized about being a superhero. I bet you have the same thoughts. Trust me, I’m a huge geek when it comes to my DC comics. Will you be my Mr. J. to my Batgirl? After all, Halloween is the time to dress up and be just exactly who you want to be.

Written By: Harley

           Finally he’s back home! I’ve been waiting all day to show him I’ll be his Little China Girl for the Fall Festival Dance.

What? He isn’t alone. Who is that person in the pink hat and hoodie?  I watch as they go inside his house. I don’t like this at all and I’m going to check out what’s going on.

               I did a naughty thing, last time I was over his house, I made a spare key just for me.  Please don’t tell! I cross the street to his house and listen for a bit outside. I can’t hear a thing, so I quietly let myself in. 

      There’s some open drinks and treats on the kitchen counter. I don’t like this, not one little bit. Whose backpack is that on his couch?

I head toward his bedroom and press my ear to the door. I can hear little happy sounds from whomever was in the pink hoodie. What is MY boyfriend doing to her that’s making her so happy. Now Mr. H is making happy sounds.  

                      I’m super mad now, but also a little excited. I slip my hand under my dress, as I listen to their sounds.  Wait, what? Omg my boyfriend is fucking another girl!

Written By: Katie

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               As everyone knows, Halloween is my favorite time of the year. You can keep your Christmas and Easter. I love any excuse to dress up in costume type fineries. This year, of course, will be no different. Parties, parties, and more parties. 

My parties are infamous for all sorts of debauchery. The men take it as the highest compliment when invited. I do however, have rules that must be followed.

With the special invitations sent out weeks ago, the men begin to arrive. After they’re stripped and examined to make sure they follow my orders, the rest of my party arrives. As the men ogle the other guests, I can see they’re all so very toxic.

They’re sorted out and taken to different rooms. Some of my guests are not  violent people, so my room is nothing but toys and silky lingerie items.  My guest questions why they’re toys, when he clearly has a working dick.

  I slap him for the profanity and push him down on his knees. Under my costume is a huge strap-on. His eye get wide, as he begs me not too. I explain the only lube he’ll get is his own spit.

I can hear everything going on around me. Pleasure sounds, whipping sounds, fucking sounds. What a glorious party this will be.

Join me at my Halloween Party! You won’t regret it, or well maybe you will?

Written By: Lady Rayne

 I love going back in my sexy head to relive some old memories. Some of them are so hot that I pull out my toys while I imagine it all. Today’s memory was one of the hottest!

When I was much younger, my mother remarried. He was everything to me. Tall, gentle, kind, funny, and SEXY! Sometimes the way he would look at me would make my teen pussy just gush. I know he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but he was just too much of a good guy. Once we kissed, but I initiated it. 

                One night it was late and I heard them fighting. Bags were packed and the door was slammed. I would have gone to comfort her, if not for the fact she made him leave.

                  Years passed and not a word from him.

I was at my favorite coffee shop, and there he was. I wasn’t sure if he recognized me, but I whispered something in his ear. I told him I wanted him, I knew he wanted me so I was going to make it real easy for him. 

                   A few hours later, I was at his home. It was cold out, so I had another surprise for him.

When I took off my leather coat, I had nothing on under. Absolutely ready for him.  He took a long, slow deep breath, and without a word from him. I mounted him. 

It’s so hot reliving sexy past experiences. Remember that girl in high school that is now all grown up? The bitch didn’t give you the time of day, did she? I’m here to fix that for you. Let’s fantasize together. 

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Written By: Tiffany

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             Do you hear the window glass shattering? Someone is breaking into my house. It seems like your mommy picked a terrible night to have me babysit. He’s walking up the stairs to the bedrooms. Don’t make a fucking sound! If he finds you, he’ll do terrible things to your sweet, fragile, young body. 

   He’s singing a very odd song, “My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me, tell me where did you sleep last night?” She’s so scared she’s trembling and the little cunt just pissed her pants. I can hear his breath at the door.

I open the door, then leave the room. I go to change into my bondage gear and bring with me chains, floggers, and rope. Might as well make the best of a fucked up situation.

               Back in the room, he has already cut off her clothes. Fuck, would you just look at that! He wants to rape her, I want to torture her. Over a bit of powder, we come to an agreement. I put on a bit of “I Spit On Your Grave”, to get the cunt juices flowing. I’m going to savor fucking up this little bitch.

Written By: Poison Ivy

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  I’ve always been a girl who loves to sleep. My friends are so jealous because I can sleep through anything. I’m not shy either as we all sometimes fart in our sleep, and my farts smell wonderful!

                 After a big dinner of Texas Chili and a few beers, I was just full of my sweet perfume farts. It was getting late and I had a big day ahead of me and I fell asleep fast. I have my roommate coming in for the night, but fell right back to sleep. He’s a bit of a perv, but I don’t mind. If he  wants to lick my sweet ass while I sleep, who am I to complain? 

The sun was coming through the curtains, telling me it’s time to rise for the day. Oh, I’m feeling a stirring in my tummy. I race to the restroom, but the roommate stops me in the hallway. Oh man, it’s going to come out and on the white carpet. Our landlord will kill me!

                What is he doing? He lays on the carpet and tells me to squat over him. Oh god, here it comes all over him. 

I feel so much better, but now I’m so fucking horny and messy.

I jump in the shower and invite him in with me. I need a good ass fucking now! 

I bend over and he slams his dick into my dirty ass. Oh no, I’m not quite finished yet, I guess. We both explode at the same time in a mess of hot cum, and hot, messy shit.

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Written By: Delaney

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I recently hired a personal trainer to help keep my body perfect. We usually did all our work at the gym, but one day she asked if I could meet her at her house. She had a workout she was dying to try out, and I seemed like the perfect candidate.

I showed up in my skimpy workout clothes, ready to train. She led me down to her basement and asked if I trusted her judgment on what was best for my body. I told her that I did because I looked great! She smiled and left the room for just a second, bringing back a man with her.

She introduced him as her husband and told me that he was going to be my workout today. I almost thought she was joking until she reached in and pulled out his hard cock.

She walked back to a chair and sat down, crossing her legs. She looked at her husband and demanded he fuck me. He smiled a little as he grabbed my shoulders and forced me face down on a little table nearby. My clothes were ripped off of me and his tongue was entering my pussy from behind.

Then it began.

I was twisted up and fucked in so many positions. No wonder she called him a workout, he could fuck for hours! Every time I would try to give up, I would find myself bent over and being pounded. I tried to crawl away so many times only to be grabbed by the ankles and drug back.

When he was finally finished with me, all I could do was lay there and shake. I knew I would be feeling this workout in the morning.

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Written By: Bambi

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  We have known each other since forever. You were the annoying little fucker that followed me around. We both went our separate ways after school and you know blah, blah, blah. Normally, I don’t do reunions, but I was told he was going and I was curious to see the train wreck I used to torture. 

Within minutes, I was mind numbing fucking bored. Whatever. This was a boredom that even booze and drugs couldn’t fix. I walked around, talked to a few people till I found him. Looks like he’s gotten a bit of self confidence over the years. That’s my job, to tear him back down. 

A few drinks, some talk and I told him to meet me at my hotel at 1 am. Enough of this shit and I went back to my hotel.  I picked up a hot guy at the bar and took him up to my room.  Around 1 am, there was a knock at hotel room door.  My old friend arrives and finds me not alone, and spread out on the couch. 

                   He looks rather confused. I tell him that my cunt isn’t going to clean itself and my companions dick is also not going to suck itself. Get fucking to it!

Written By: Malaya Maxxx