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- My Family -
Straight Female / 18

Christmas Can't Come Soon Enough

Christmas can't come soon enough for me, I'm flying down to Florida the day after Christmas to spend time with my Daddy. My Mom and Dad were divorced several years ago and I only get to see him maybe 2-3 times a year.

When I was down there last summer, I discovered a strange sexual attraction to my Dad. He's a firefighter, age 39 and in really good physical shape, actually he's quite hot. LOL. After being there for several days and catching up on things, were out on his boat and I was lying on my stomach sunbathing with my top undone. We were chatting and as I started to sit up and button my top, he told me that I didn't need a top out in the boat since we were all alone. The idea of sunning topless was kinda exciting, especially in front of my Dad.

As we chatted my Dad complimented me on how I had grown and I knew he was talking about my perky 16 year old, 34C bust. The conversation heated up when he asked me about how the three of us went skinny-dipping in the pool at the house we rented in the mountains one year.

Before I knew it, I was in the water swimming naked with my dad. We were playing around and he held me in his arms. As I wrapped my legs around him, he bobbed up and down in the water and I could feel his hard penis slapping against me. I knew he was big down there and he really felt big now.

When we got back in the boat, he was fully hard and I couldn't resist taking it in my hand and watching it waving around. I dropped to my knees and took his erect penis in my mouth. Now at age 16, I had done a little oral with guys but none of them had what my dad was packing.

It was all I could do to keep from gagging. Dad just laughed and told me to keep going and go slow and I'd get the hang of it. Sure enough, he tensed up and squirted cum in my mouth and I gagged a little as it almost choked me. We were laughing and I had his cum dribbling down my chin. Then he gave me a big wet kiss that smeared the cum around even more.

That night, I slept with him and he put his head between my legs and did things that took me to a place I had never been before. I wasn't on birth control then and I sucked his big penis several more times.

Christmas can't come soon enough for me this year and I'm now on birth control and can't wait to feel Dad cumming inside of me.

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# 75283 - by Krystal / December 12, 2024
- Funny As Fuck -
Straight Male / 24

Finally Had Enough

I have been seeing this women from the Hum for a couple of months and she was caught or should she is suspected of cheating. She is married with 2 kids. She is this short little blond woman maybe 5 foot tall curvy when we fuck she can take a pounding rides me back seat anal great little fuck. She got a little sloppy and her husband may have seen her phone and some nudes had sent me. We were hooking il a few times a week but since the messages she has had trouble sneaking around. It’s nice that she still tries but i really wanted to fuck one night and she was not available. I gave her a tough time about it gave her a guilt trip and she caved and came over the next day. I was balls deep and o could hear her phone going off she pulled it out and saw it was her husband but he kept calling. I stopped mid stroke and told her to answer it. She did and it was an instant argument he wouldn’t get off the phone so while she was on her back and I was till partially inside her I gave it all to her and plunged balls deep. She let out a load gasp and moaned and proceeded to almost cum. She could not hold back and gave me a look pretty much knowing she was cooked. He screamed what was going on. All that he could here where grunts from me and her and her finally letting it go and cum. She cried and ended up spending the night. The last few days she has come and gone as he kicked her out and then wants her back. She keeps asking what she should do and we end up having sex. Then I remember why I did what I did. He would like to work it out with her. I enjoy fucking her and am torn on what she should do. Her husband asked for counseling but says he can’t get that phone call out of his mind. He reached out to me and asked why wanting all kinds of answers which i answered. Kept asking how many times I fucked her. I told him a lot and recently started giving to her in her ass as well. He hung up on me

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# 75265 - by Anonymous / December 11, 2024
- Dreams and Wishes -
Straight Female / 30

My Housewife Friend Drives Me Crazy

I'm 30. I married immediately after college and started my family (four kids and a husband). I am now going through some very strong urges to try something sexual with a woman friend. We call ourselves girls, women sounds so old. We have talked about it, quite openly, and have tried kissing and some fondling.

We are both inexperienced at this and both admit to having had strong crush like feelings for girls in the past, but obviously suppressed. Like me she is married with kids (we met because we have boys in Cub Scouts). All I do is dream of her, day and day out, when cooking, or when cleaning (we are both housewives), when showering, or when laying in bed waiting for sleep to take over. I have erotic feelings of her while my husband 'pounds' away on me, and that's how I achieve orgasm.

"If I'd have a dick I would fuck her"

That is my confession.

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# 75243 - by Gloria / December 10, 2024
- True Sex Confessions -
Straight Female / 42

10 Inch Love

Before I turned 20 yrs old I went to a male stripper show with two girls from the backpacker hostel. One hunk with a really big dong seemed to fancy me, standing in front of me completely naked with his thing hanging down. He had a well muscled body, was used to getting a lot of attention from the ladies, hardly seemed to make an effort , just expected me to like him. I reached out and stroked his meat for a while. When he moved a bit closer I sucked it. I say sucked it, more like licked it.

Much to the disappointment of my temporary friends he invited me not them to come backstage after the show, which I accepted.

It was a crowded little room backstage, four guys and three women for each of them. The guys were naked or near enough. I sipped on a bottle of beer. Finally my guy got me in a corner against the wall and fucked me. He lifted me up easily and as I wrapped my legs around his waist I slid down on him and his ten inch thick sausage went straight up me. I'd be lying if I didn't admit it was an amazing fuck I've never forgotten.

He said he was Spanish, but hardly knew the language. I spent a weekend with him in a shitbox room, with a tiny kitchenette and tiny bathroom. All I remember doing was fucking or sucking. I've had dreams about him for most of my life. Hard to remember his face now but not his donkey sized dong.

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# 75230 - by A Sucker for Love / December 9, 2024
- True Sex Confessions -
Straight Female / 30

Holiday Party

Every year, my firm has its holiday party by our Tulsa office. Higher level people from around the country come into town for meetings and the party. By Friday evening everything is back to normal. A few years ago, I was the exception.

After that holiday party I went out with some managers from our Oakland office. Everything was good until one kissed me while we were dancing. I was taken aback by it and we stopped dancing for a second. Then it happened again.

There was more of this as the night continued. I ended up back in his hotel room. Yes, we fucked and then I went home.

As I left the hotel room, another door opened. It was another guy from the Oakland office. He said hello and proceeded to tell me he recorded the fucking through the wall and had pictures of me leaving the room. He told me he would tell everyone if I did not join him in his room. I have a good job and a family so I did as I was told. When I got in there, this guy told me to undress and get on the bed on all fours. I did and he proceeded to fuck the life out of me for an hour. The man fucked me like a pornstar and just kept fucking me. When he finally had enough of me, he pulled out, took off his rubber and shot his load all over my tits. Just as he did that, there was a knock at the door. It ended up being the first guy. This entire thing was staged.

I am regularly requested to visit the Oakland office. Over the last couple of years these same men fuck me when I go there. Nobody else knows, especially my husband.

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# 75173 - by Kendra / December 7, 2024
- I Did It For The Money -
Bi-Sexual Female / 19

I Sold It.

I didn’t grow up thinking I’d end up like this. At eighteen, fresh out of high school, I was supposed to be planning my future—college, career, all that boring crap my parents couldn’t stop preaching about. But deep down? I wanted more. I was tired of living by everyone else’s rules.

I wanted to feel alive. I wasn’t going to waste years sitting in a classroom when there was a whole world out there waiting for me.

That’s when I found streaming.

It started with this late-night rabbit hole on TikTok. Girls sitting in front of webcams, looking cute, laughing, and raking in tips from guys who couldn’t get enough of them. I thought, I could do that. Why not? I had a pretty face, a decent body, and absolutely nothing to lose.

The next day I googled more adult streaming sites. I signed up for a few. My username? "LunaRose," because it sounded sexy and mysterious. The first time I went live, I was nervous as hell. I wore this little tank top that showed just enough cleavage to keep things interesting.

And guess what? The guys loved it.

“Damn, you’re hot.”
“Spin for us, baby.”
“$20 if you blow me a kiss.”

It was so easy. Like, ridicluious easy. All I had to do was smile, giggle, and read their thirsty comments out loud. By the end of that night, my top was off touched my pussy under my panties I had got $300 for simply sitting there and making myself cum while topless. More money than I’d ever made in my life, and all I did was sit in my bedroom looking cute rubbing under my panties.

From then on, I went all in.

I started wearing crop tops, short skirts, even lingerie, that came off early. I didn’t care about being subtle—I wanted to turn heads, make them beg for more. Toys, open pussy play, full on came private sex sessions, you name it! The tips rolled in, and my inbox exploded with messages.

That’s when I met him.

Andrew. Or, well, AndyB42, as he was known on the site. He wasn’t like the other guys. Andrew was different. Confident, smooth, the kind of guy who didn’t have to try so hard to get what he wanted. We started chatting privately, and before long, he became my biggest tipper.

It wasn’t long before he asked me to meet.

Normally, I’d blow off a request like that—too risky, but with Andrew? It felt harder to resist. He wanted to fuck and wasn't shy about being up front about it. Lots of guys promise they'll pay crazy amounts for real sex but most just talk. But then he hit my cash app with 500 bucks and I hadn't even agreed to meet him yet, if I was no the fence before I wasn't now.

I agreed to meet at this hotel he knew about. I wore this tight little dress that barely covered my ass with no bra and a pair of heels that made my legs look amazing. I wanted him to see me and want me.

When I walked into the hotel lobby, his eyes lit up like I was the best thing he’d ever seen. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with perfectly messy salt-and-pepper hair.

“Maya,” he said, his voice deep and smooth.

“Andrew,” I replied, flashing my best smile.

We didn’t waste time with small talk. He led me straight to his room, and the second the door closed, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him. His mouth was on mine, hard and hungry, and I didn’t hold back. I wanted this. I wanted him.

And it was then I noticed his wedding ring. He never mentioned a wife in all our chats. But I was too horny now, not to mention, being too well paid to care. I remeber I thought to myself, thats her peoblem not mine.

His hands slid down to my hips, gripping me like he need needed to mount me soon. “You’re even more beautiful in person,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck.

“Show me how much you mean that,” I teased, pulling him closer pulling my dress top down exposing me young firm tits to a man more then twice my age

Clothes came off fast—my dress, his shirt. His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding, and I couldn’t get enough. I fell to my knees grappling to get him dick out of his pants and into my mouth. He was rough and agressive fucking my face. I gagged making eye contact and he loved seeing me like that.

By the time we hit the bed, I was completely his. He didn't even offer a condom he fucked me raw like a didn't have a say and since he was paying good and i am on the pill I let it happen.

So i have done it with him a couple more tumes and one other fan who was local enough. But honestly I really like it and would lovr to start escorting full time. Where do i start? Anyone done this??? Help!

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# 75189 - by Maya / December 7, 2024
- My Cheating Heart -
Straight Female / 34

Not Guilty Enough To Not Do It Again.

I wasn’t planning to cheat. But here I am, in shock, not sure what to do, sitting in my car after my shift, still catching my breath, still feeling the heat of what just happened in the back of that ambulance.

I can barely believe it. Me—thirty-four, married, mother of two, and the dependable nurse everyone counts on—lost control like that. What the fuck did I just do? I’m still trembling from shock and guilt so much that i can bstely type this. My heart is pounding.

My husband, Nate, barely looked up when I was leaving today. No kiss goodbye, no “Take it easy.” He’s been like that for years now.

By the time I clocked in, the ER was its usual mess—overdoses, drunk drivers, broken bones, the usual. Around midnight, I realized I hadn’t eaten.

And then there was Frank.

It was around 2 a.m. when I stepped outside to catch a quick breath, leaning against the wall by the ambulance bay. Frank was there, sipping coffee. I’ve known him for years—he’s one of the veteran EMTs, in his late fifties. He’s always had this calm energy about him, like he’s seen everything.

“Rough night?” he asked, his voice kind.

I gave a tired laugh. “That obvious?”

“You look like you’re running on fumes,” he said, gesturing to the rig. “Come on. Take five. I’ve got coffee in the back.”

I hesitated, but only for a second. He’d always checked me out, flirted with me here and there, and I knew exactly what he wanted in the back of that ambulance. Other girls I knew had be back there with him. It wasn’t just coffee he wanted, I am not dumb. Still, the thought of sitting down alone with a man and flirting was too tempting to resist, even if it wasn’t smart. I told myself I’d enjoy the attention but wouldn’t let it go too far.

Inside the ambulance, it was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the overhead lights. He handed me a cup, and we sat across from each other on the jump seats.

“You work too hard,” he said, his voice low, realy that all it took.

Something in me snapped. I don’t know what came over me, but i did'nt even think i words just came out. I met his eyes, and before I could stop myself, I said, “Frank, shut up and fuck me before I change my mind.”

He froze for a moment, stunned, but I didn’t need to say it twice. He was on me, pulling at my scrubs, kissing me hard, his hands exploring me like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. My tits, my ass, and gawd yes finally my pussy.

When his fingers slipped into me, I was already soaking wet. It felt so good, and I kept telling myself this wasn’t real—it was just attention, just a little flirtation that had gone too far. I wouldn’t let it go all the way. I wouldn’t actually cheat. Sure we were touching inappropriately but cheating is fucking and his dick was still in his pants.

But then almost as soon as i thought that his dick was out. And suddenly, it was in me and did even try to stop it. He was railling me hard and i was fucking back just as hard.

I was literally fucking Frank—a long-time coworker—in the back lot, in an ambulance. And it was so good, I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it.

He was pounding into me, hard and deep, and I was clawing at him, riding him like I’d been starving for this. It was an out-of-body experience, like someone else was doing it and I was just watching. But it was me.

And then I started cumming.

I hadn’t orgasmed from sex with my husband in years, but with Frank, I was soaking wet, shaking, crying out as waves of pleasure ripped through me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

And then he tensed up, groaning as he came inside me.

No condom.

Fuck.


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Now I’m sitting in my car, my hands trembling on the steering wheel, replaying everything in my mind. The guilt is suffocating. I keep seeing Nate’s face, imagining what he’d say if he knew. Frank’s cum is still inside me as i sit here likely leaking it. I need to shower as soon as I get home, in case Nate wants to touch me.

What the hell have I done?

And yet, even as the shame washes over me, I can’t stop thinking about how good being bad felt. The way Frank touched me, the way he made me feel—seen, wanted, alive.

And that terrifies me. Because as much as I know it was wrong, I want more. Maybe with Frank. Maybe with someone else. Honestly, the idea of fucking anyone who isn’t Nate is all I can think about right now.

But first, I have to go inside and face him.

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# 75166 - by Mar / December 6, 2024
- Anything Goes -
Straight Male / 68

Unspoken

I am retired but taught community college for twenty-five years. It was a different era. Prople were not so poltically correct about evrrything. I was teaching in a Texas boarder town area I'll never forget the rush I got the first time a student did me a "favor" for help with a grade.

It had been a long semester, and I could see the exhaustion in her eyes every time she entered my office. Emily, a bright 19-year-old latina student was struggling. She was smart, driven, but there were cracks beginning to show—stress from school, financial worries, and an overwhelming desire to prove herself to her hardworking immigrant parents. I could look in her eyes all day and picture her looking up at me sucking my dick. Yes, teachers are human and think of our students like that.

She’d come to me for help after struggling with her chemistry grade, I’d noticed the way her hands trembled as she flipped through the pages of her textbook seeking help. She wanted to succeed so badly, but I could see the weight of failure pressing down on her. I had heard from other teachers once start coming to your office after hours for help you had a good chance of atbleast getting head. I was excited but cautious. I didn't want trouble, but in those days as long as it stayed quiet no one cared that it happpend more then was spoken about. I wanted to have my way with her but not draw attention and make it be her idea. I graded fair but hard giving her no breaks so she'd need help while keeping later office hours for help.

One evening she approached me, her voice laced with anxiety. “Professor, can I talk to you? I don’t want to disappoint my parents. They’ve sacrificed so much for me to be here, and I don’t know if I can handle the pressure of failing.”

I could see her vulnerability, and it aroused me. I knew how much it hurt to feel like you were letting down those who had invested so much in your future. But I also knew that her path wasn’t an easy one, and the road to success wasn’t just about acing exams and there other ways for a hot latina to make grades.

We sat together in my office, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken words. After a long silence, I spoke up.

“Emily, I understand the pressure you're under. But success isn’t just about grades—it’s about learning people want to help you in unspoken ways.

She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. “But what if I can’t do it? What if I fail?”

I smiled gently, leaning forward. “You won’t fail if you use everything you have. I’ll help you however I can. But remember, this isn’t a race. Take it one step at a time.”

She nodded, but I could see the uncertainty still lingering. Then, with an almost hesitant glance, she spoke again.

“Professor, I’ve heard rumors… about students and professors in these situations, and… I just wanted to know if there’s anything to it. About people… you know?”

As she sat beat red blushing my cock was so hard. I knew I had her, i knew she was going to fuck me but i was even more turn of about how akward asking made her feel.

The question hung in the air, and I felt my pulse quicken. I'd be waiting all semester to finally fuck my first student. I knew that the relationship between student and teacher came with powerful responsibilities, but I also recognized her vulnerability really turn me on.

“Emily, let me be clear,” I said softly. “In this classroom, my job is to guide you, help you learn, and support your academic growth. I don’t cross professional boundaries. That’s my responsibility, and I take it seriously.”

She looked down, her cheeks flushing a deep red. I could tell she was humilated and i loved it.

" I didn’t mean to make things awkward,” she murmured truly upset.

I shook my head. “It’s okay. You’re navigating a difficult moment, and I’m here to help you through it but if my wife found out you talk like that to me late alone in my office."

"I'd never tell her." She blushed more.

I pulled back pretending to put space between us but really i just wanted her to notice how hard i was and she did her her slutty mexican eyes where locked on it.

"I'd never tell her, the shcool, any of the students, no one. I don't want my parents or boy friend to find out either"

I said nothing back. I gave no presmission or promise because I knew i didn't need too she was desperate and would break.

When i did't respond she just sime stood up undressed and fell to her kness and i did nothing, to help or suggest even, until she put my cock in her mouth. Then i mouth fucked that mexican bitch like she was Tijuana whore. Then I pounded her over my desk.

Lets just say her parents were proud od her gardes. And she was not the last favor a student did for me. lol

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# 75167 - by Larry / December 6, 2024
- I Did It For The Money -
Straight Female / 19

Straight But Not With My Landlady

I am in college in the south USA. I have an elegant second floor apartment. I can't afford this area of town, it's full of rich people and I am not one of them. In looking for a place to live off campus last year I saw an online ad for this place. It was beautiful, super safe area, and way too nice. No price listed. In online chat, then video calls with the owner she seemed really nice. She was married, 53 years old, very attractive, she could have passed for her mid 30s quite easily. In seeing her in person I could see she was really toned, more so than me, about a dress size 4, very nice body and C cup boobs. She was very handsy in a way. Grabbing my hand in hers, to walk upstairs and show me around. She would constantly touch me. I'm a bit sluttish in my sex life, started having sex when I was 15 and by that time, at 18 I'd had 29 guys already and no holes or cleavage left untouched. She made mention that I could have other people over, even for the night should I want, just not move in permanently. I told her I wasn't seeing anymore at the moment and she remarked " A beautiful, young girl like you with that body? I don't think that will be too long before you have several young men after you, even older men" .

On my second trip she mentioned her husband who was 10 years older hadn't had an erection in 5 years and she was without, and hoped I was doing well in that department unlike her. We got to talking, actually smoked some herb, and she opened her blouse revealing her big boobs. Drooping down a bit like a teardrop they were flawless though, light brownish nipples and she told me that I wouldn't have to pay rent if I were living here. Even then I asked why, and she moved towards my chair. She put her chest within two inches of my mouth and I started sucking on one of her boobs. She was grabbing the back of my head, pulling me into her, "Bite it, bite me, please do it hard" she begged as I bit her nipple and areola and used my finger and thumb to pinch the other one so hard I couldn't believe a woman could take that much. Pulling away, I knew what was coming, she moved in to kiss me and I let her. I pulled away and asked "Is this what I have to do to live here?" she answered me "Yes, love, this and more".

So I made love my first time with a woman. It took a while to get used to it but actually I really like the taste of pussy now. Before when guy, for some reason especially older married men, would pull out of my pussy and put it in my mouth I always wiped as much of my juices off his cock as I could before taking it in my mouth. I love pussy now. I still love cocks and she likes when I have a guy over. When the guy leaves, I call her and she comes upstairs and cleans me out and makes me cum even better than I did getting fucked. Her husband knows, he's actually had to take their spare bedroom when she has be overnight in her bed with her.

I'm straight, but do eat her pussy and let her eat mine, we grind, trib, vibe play. I have lesbian sex with the bi woman and get free rent. My parents think that I somehow got this great deal on this fabulous place. I guess I did!

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# 75156 - by Shari / December 6, 2024
- I Did It For The Money -
Straight Female / 31

With A Smile.

I am okay. Don't worry about me as you read this; just enjoy it. This was over 12 years ago, and I want you to see the other side.

When I was 18, my parents told me it was time to help the family. I was the eldest of six, and we were poorer than most in our village. I had to leave school early to care for my siblings, so I didn’t learn much. But I loved my family.

My parents sat me down.
“You’re a good girl, Mali,” Mom said. “We found an opportunity for you to work in America. A nice family there needs help. They’ll pay you well, and you can send the money home.”

I couldn’t believe they wanted me to go.
“But... I don’t know anything about America,” I said sadly.

“The woman helping us will take care of everything. She even paid for your ticket. All you have to do is listen to her,” Dad said firmly. I couldn’t say no.

The woman arranging everything was named Noi. She was beautiful, wearing expensive clothes and speaking with confidence. She gave me a passport with my picture but a different name, explaining it was part of the process.
“Don’t worry, I’ve done this for many girls. You’ll be fine.”

We flew to Bangkok and then to Los Angeles. Noi stayed close, leading me through the airport and speaking to officers in English. I couldn’t understand a word.

When we arrived at the tiny room where I’d stay, she told me I now worked 12 hours every day “jerking men.” I didn’t know what that meant. My village was conservative—I was a virgin and clueless.

“It’s not cleaning houses like your parents said, but you’ll make much more money. Trust me, Mali.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.

She taught me how to massage, use a translate app to ask for tips, and even guided me through my first clients. She reminded me to smile and giggle to make them think I liked it, so they’d give bigger tips.

At first, I felt bad, but I didn’t know what else to do. She paid so much to get me there, and my family owed her for the passport and transport. I did it, thankful no one back home knew.
“Do you want your siblings to stay poor?” Noi would say. “Be strong, Mali. This is your duty as the eldest.”

I pretended it wasn’t real because no one would ever know. I was new, young, pretty, so I got requested a lot. My head spun—it was like a dream. I can’t even count how many cocks I saw the first week. But the money was so good, and my family was so happy.

Most guys had wedding rings, which made me feel dirty, but my younger siblings could now go to school. After a while, you stop seeing them as men—just another dick to make cum on my oily hands. For more tips, they’d touch me or I’d undress.

Eventually, within months, I lost my virginity to a middle-aged married man on a massage table for a few hundred bucks. He didn’t even know I was a virgin. He just plowed into me, saying, “Asian sluts are the tightest.” I lay there, thankful condoms were provided, and smiled.

After that, everything was easier. I paid Noi back, and she was actually nice to me—she’d gone through the same thing. She helped me get my own place and learn to work in better spots.

Mom would say, “We’re so proud of you, Mali. You’re doing so much for us.”
Do they know? I want to believe no, but I know deep down they had to. They never asked about the family I was supposed to work for.

Years have passed. I made good money, went to school, and only do this when I want to now. Sometimes I do it for extra money, and sometimes because I like sex with experienced men and no attachments—just being fucked by someone whose name and face I won’t remember ten minutes later.

This is my real story. It’s not great, but I don’t regret it. I love being the tiny Thai girl men ogle. I know why married men really get massages, and years later, it actually turns me on that I “popped” so many. I keep smiling because that’s what good Thai daughters do for their family.

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# 75157 - by Mali / December 6, 2024
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