FRIDAY’S STORY:

Thanks to one of our girls supplying her BFF’s Confessional. It’s from a guy’s perspective this week. Enjoy!


When I was a kid, there was this girl in day camp that I always thought was beautiful, but never had the guts to tell her or even talk to her. She wasn’t popular, and was in the group that the other campers would completely ignore. It think they were called, “the rejects”. It was a pretty bad label, and it followed them from summer to summer.  I always wondered if my peers were blind to her beauty or if I was just the weird one, and so I left it at that.

I always felt a little bit like a creeper, watching her from afar. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, and these plastic framed glasses. I guess the glasses is why people labeled her “a reject”. Some folks just can’t see, and they get made fun of for it. It’s really messed up, and I wish that I was a better person back then to stand up for her… anyways, she always said hello to me in the morning, and smiled. I always felt little butterflies in my stomach when she did this. I would wait for her every morning, and her smile always made my insides squeeze, and my knees weak. I would purposefully sit next to her “by accident” on the camp buses just to smell her rosy scent. She used to make unusual lanyards, and I was always in awe to how she put them together. I think that I was in love, and then one day she disappeared.

She quit day camp, and my little 11 year old heart broke.

Well, fast forward about ten years, I was in college, and I am going to the library to study. I sit by an area that has reserved rooms, and I find myself looking up. No idea why, but I keep feeling drawn to this one room. Completely random, I know. The door opens from that reserved room, and this tall blonde with very long hair comes walking out. It takes my brain a second to register, but my insides immediately drop to the floor. I don’t know why or how, but I find myself blurting out her name. It came out more like a statement and less of question, she stops, and focuses on me. Her face, showing no recognition, faces in my direction. I find myself getting up, grabbing my things, and walking her way. She looks up at me, and her eyes widen with a faint recognition. “Oh”.

She looked at me. Her face had become even more beautiful. She had traded in the glasses for contacts, and had filled out up top. She wasn’t this little flat chested girl anymore. I found myself looking over her curves, and fine lines. She was incredibly hot, and all of those mean kids in day camp were surely missing out.

She caught my eyes, and looked deep inside. “Jeffery, is that you? Wow, you are handsome!” Yes, yes it was me. Oh I am handsome. She steps closer, “you were the sweet one in day camp. I always liked you”. She was close enough that I could smell her, and the hint of the rosy flavor was still there. I breathed in deeply trying to trap that flavor in my very being. I wanted drink her in. I wanted to taste her.

She stepped even closer, I was just inches from her face. “Hey, would you like to study with me? I have a study room all to myself. It gets pretty lonely in here, and—oh…” The closeness of her body, the fragrance, and the butterflies were a bit too much. We both look down, and I see that I have a ragging hard on poking her through my shorts. She looks up, bits her lower lip, and quickly pulls me into the study room. Closing the door behind her, she motions to me to throw my books into a pile on the floor, and I do so. She comes up to me, her hand massaging my crotch, and looks deep into my eyes, “what are we studying for today?” She breaks eye contact, and her hands travel down my body, and begin unbuttoning my shorts. She pulls them down to my ankles, and works back up to my tighty-whities. She pulls them down, and returns to look at my raging boner. She takes one of her hands, and delicately holds my penis. Then she looks at me, “oh Jeffery, I’ve been fantasizing about you since masterbating was a thing. I hope you don’t mind if I make that into a reality…” I nod, her gorgeous blue eyes break away, and she puts my penis in her mouth. The warmness of her hands, and mouth feel incredible. She strokes me, and pushes me deeper. I can’t exactly explain the wonderful sensation of deep throating a girl, but I had to brace myself against the furniture to throat fuck her. She gags, but continues to take me in. Her hands cup my balls, and lightly squeeze them. I feel a pulsating pleasure coming on. I can’t help the intense feeling that is riding in my groin. I pull my penis out, afraid to cum without pleasuring her first. She insists, and gently guides the head of my penis back into her mouth. She sucks it, licks its, and pushes it back down her throat. I can’t exactly explain the sensation, but it was a million times better than it was with using my own hands. I blindly orgasm into her sweet throat, and she sucks it down. I leave my penis there for a few seconds more, until she gently pulls it out. I am going flaccid. She stands up, I am again weak in the knees, and she looks into my eyes…


This is where he left off.

Apparently, he had gotten so turned on by recounting the storyline, that he needed a little “encouragement” to go on.

If you need a little “encouragement” yourself, give us a call.

You can be Jeffery, and I’ll be the hot girl from your youth.

Let’s do this!

 

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Honestly, when you first saw this object…

What was the first word that popped into your head?


The answer? This is a Dildo. An ancient STONE dildo from Roman times.

Can you imagine using stone sex toys? Aren’t you glad that we’ve moved onto silicone toys?

To read more about ANCIENT SEX TOYS, check out this nifty article. It’s about a 2 to 3 minute read.


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He asked me if I cared that he was a married man, but my hand holding his hard budging cock said otherwise. He had a wife, he couldn’t do this, as I traced the tip of my tongue along the underside of his penis. He was a loyal husband…who had his mammoth cock inside another woman’s mouth…

His ring meant nothing to me. Mr. Goody-two shoes Lawyer from Brooklyn. I sat next across from him on a busy train.  I caught him staring at my frame throughout our hour commute. I wore a low cut V-neck t-shirt that hugged my breasts the right way. Panties? None were found under my skirt that inched above my knees. Mr. Lawyer wore the same attire every day—a three piece suit, and polished shoes.

As the hour wore on, fewer and fewer passengers remained on our carriage. I caught his eye when I casually lifted my skirt to reveal my wet pussy. I took my other hand, and started touching myself. He first looked shocked, and turned away, but I could tell that he was enjoying the little show that I was putting on.

He began to man-spread in his seat. I could see the hard budge begin to form. Our train car was finally silent, it was only us for the remainder of the trip. After noticing this, I slid off of my seat, and crawled on all fours to the opening of his lap. On my knees, between his legs, I looked up into his eyes, as my hands busily unfastened his belt buckle. He motions me to stop, and stutters, “Look, I am married!” He indicates the ring, while he continues to unclasp his own belt buckle. “I can’t do this!” He unbuttons his pants. “I have children!” He unzips his pants. We both know that the ring meant nothing in that moment.

He pulls out this massive hard beauty, and I look at it hungrily. Our eyes meet, and he says to me, “It never happened”. He then guides my head into his massive member, and I get to work…


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Please give me a call, and I will tell you about how I mounted him during a Facetime call with his wife. It’s incredible! 😜 

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There’s this guy I work with…let’s just say I HATE his guts.😡 And guess what? He just so happens to be MY BOSS. You guys, he SO mean to me; he treats me like I’m some dumb blonde who doesn’t understand what he’s telling me. So maybe I messed up a couple of times but that doesn’t give him the right to be mean to me always, does it? I dunno. I seriously dream about flipping him off and walking out everyday, it’s absolute torture just to get up to work everyday and be his slave.☹️

But here’s the kicker: I’ve been dreaming about him…A LOT. In a SEXUAL way. I knowww right, GROSS!😷

Like seriously…WTF.😳

Like the other night, I was dreaming that I was sucking his big, massive cock.😳

In my dream he called me in to bring him his reports, but he was such a jerk to me as usual – saying to his clients jokingly that I couldn’t understand anything anyway so you could say whatever you want to her and she’ll just nod her head and smile.

I knew he wasn’t joking.

When I brought him his reports, I was furious. I’ve had it.

So what did I do? I stormed into his office. And for whatever reason, he was already standing up with his big D out, rock hard and whatnot, smirking at me. But he still had his clothes on.

He said: you’re not gonna quit this job, Brianne. You know why? Cause deep down, I know you wanna SUCK MY BIG, FAT COCK.🍌

And in my dream, I smiled and nodded at him just like I normally do in real life when he belittles me in front of clients. WTF was wrong with me?! I was also already halfway naked. I literally floated towards his cock, getting on all fours, opening my mouth and licking my lips, hungry for it like a dog. My nipples were popping through my thin, white blouse. It was so surreal and my mouth was REALLY dry. I literally wanted to fill my mouth with his cock.

Admittedly I was SO horny for him, my panties soaking wet and yet still feeling angry as fuck all at once. I felt helpless, a mix of emotions had taken over me. But his cock looked so good and I had to admit, he was a HOT jerk of a boss.

Do you want to know what happens next? Call me at the phone number below to find out!😘

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I’m that girl everyone and no one notices at work. Yes, I interact with LOTS of people every single day – from the CEO to the mail man, to all the people that go in and out of the building, even the janitor…but honestly NO ONE ever really notices me. I answer the phones ALL day, file papers away, order lunch for everyone, run errands…and they just give me more and more work to do and it’s nonstop until it’s FINALLY! time to go. Nobody cares or even asks me how I’m doing, it’s as if I’m invisible. Literally.

So when I go home from my boring day job, I get to play and relax on the phone. I get to let my naughty side out, moaning and saying super sexy stuff. I honestly get so much relief from roleplay and having phone sex with sexy sounding strangers.

Is your job as boring as mine? Do you want to talk about it, maybe get naughty with me?😘

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