“Vanessa, you have an appointment with Mr. Red shoes. Information is on the fax machine.”
He was his usual Monday self. Cheerful and full of life. Who am I kidding? The Man has the personality of dry toast. He did run a tight office, though. He knew how to get the girl’s appointments and make sure the client was always happy. I will give him that much credit. I grabbed the paper on my way to the lounge. There was nothing that stood out in the requirements he had for today. Red shoes, red dress, hair in a bun, and arrive at 8 pm—nothing to curl my toes or make me jump for joy. My crush was long over for this Man.
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Her mouth devoured him. No, this was not a blowjob. Her mouth had a spiritual awakening with his dick.
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Warning: This writing contains sexual situations and blasphemy.
It’s no mystery that I find the taboo of Blasphemy to be erotic. Not for the fact that it’s taboo, but because it’s filthy. Part of me knows writing will send me to hell, but I don’t fear that anymore. Rumor has it; all the best people will be waiting for me. I guess I embrace my darkness more than I should.
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“Open your mouth, dammit,” he said.
I shook my head from side to side. It wasn’t until he pinched my nose did I open wide. One, then two, and then another. What the hell was he trying to do? He pulled his fingers back, spitting on them before forcing them back in my mouth. What he did was what he called training for the perfect little Kitten. The tall, handsome man had eyes that penetrated the soul each time he looked my way, which he did often. He knew he was making me his puppet, and I let him teach me how to pleasure a cock using his finger as the instrument of oral pleasure.
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||This is a escort telling a client a bedtime story. Everyone is over the age of 18||
“Gypsy, your Daddy wants you to come over and tell him another goodnight story. How the fuck do you get away without even fucking this one?” Dave asked.
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