I recall one of my favorite Halloweens … what made it so fun was that it was all about a dare, and I love a good dare.

There was a group of us that hung out together quite a bit, and someone in the group (I can’t recall who anymore) started telling ghost stories about the old graveyard on the edge of town, and specifically about the crypt in the center of the graveyard.

Of course, we all had to go out there just to show we weren’t scared.  Once there, the dares started.  First dares were easy ones … “dare you to go thru this part of the fence and touch the third tombstone” type of dares. 

As time went on, the dares got more and more intense.  Finally, my friend Debbie dared me and my boyfriend to go make out on the steps of the center crypt.  Well, my boyfriend tried backing out by saying it would take too long or other excuses.  I’m not one for turning down a dare, so when he came up with his third or fourth excuse, I said I’d do it … with Debbie’s boyfriend if mine was too chicken.

All of a sudden mine grew a sac and said “okay”, so we headed into the scarey, foggy graveyard until we got to the center.  Even though it was scarey, I wasn’t going to back out on the dare, so boyfriend behind me, I swung open the squeaky metal doors and went down three steps.  Sliding my panties down from under my dress, I turned around and beckoned for him to follow.

We won the bet, and left my panties and a used condom there to prove it, but to hear the details, I dare you to call.

1 888 694 5083, ask for Lana

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One thing about being a bigger gal is Stretch Marks.  Love ‘em or hate ‘em they go with the big girl territory… and I am no exception.   My current beau loves my marks.. I used to be really self conscious about them, trying to rub them away with every brand of lotion and fade cream you can think of.  But the first time we slept together the lights were a bit bright in the bedroom, I tried to hide under the covers but he wasn’t having it.  He moved his hand along the vertical stretchmarks running over my belly… I could feel exactly what his fingers were tracing and I tried to slap his hand away.  He said.. Nooooo please baby, let me touch it.. and I was like WHY.. and he leaned right into my ear, grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my ear to his mouth.. “Because it’s fucking sexy…”  and then he turned my mouth to his and kissed me so deeply I thought I would lose my breath.  He kissed me all the way down my body in fact.. and made love to each and every stretchmark on my body with his tongue…. my belly, my thighs.. my breasts.. even the stretchmarks on the backs of my arms…  I went from self conscious to blissed out on the verge of cumming in no time at all….  so don’t get to worried about your body ladies… There’s a guy for everyone out there.. you just gotta find the right freak for your particular flaws!!!

MISSY  1 888 286 6497

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Last weekend a friend of mine from high school had his birthday.  He and I had dated on-and-off all through high school, and it had been a running joke about how much he wanted to ‘tap that ass’, while I kept a firm guideline that my ass was “exit only”.

Well, he invited me to his birthday party (who the hell has a birthday party when they’re 26??), so I felt kind of obliged to show up.  Times being tough, though, I didn’t have much cash on hand for a birthday present.  I finally decided what I would do for his birthday without costing too much.

I showed up at his house for the party with a small present wearing a trenchcoat that I refused to take off, just giving him a wicked grin.  Opening his present, he found a whoopie cushion.  Looking up at me quizically, I just smiled back with my best Mona Lisa smile I could pull off.  Throughout the party, any time I was close to him, I just gave him one of those ‘I have a secret you want to know’ smiles, and brushed right past him.

As the party wore down and people filed out, I le him back into the bedroom and dropped my trenchcoat, turning around … I was completely naked under the trenchcoat with the exception of a big bow right above my ass.  I climbed onto my hands & knees onto his bed, and he wasted no time figuring out this birthday present.  His clothes started flying off like he’d been caught in a tasmanian devil whirl as he jumped at the offer that had been so taboo in high school.

Care to hear more? Give me a call …

1-888-694-5083, ask for LANA

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I just had to share one of my more interesting calls I’ve had recently.  This guy calls me on his cell phone and says he’s stuck in traffic on his way to work, and wants me to help him pass the time.  Well, we get things rolling, and before you know it he shoots his load.  I start telling him how I’d clean up his mess, and he decides to go for seconds.  Sure enough, he explodes a second time before the traffic jam clears up.  I continued chatting with him until he could find a gas station to clean himself up at before heading on in to work.  He was probably the only person in that jam with a smile on his face.

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We have this one mall in town that has guard/gate security at the entrance, and pay-on-your-way-out exit.  Well, since I love shopping, I use this parking area quite a bit - so much in fact that a few of the guards have started recognizing me as I approach, and scramble to be the one to let me in.  Of course, I make it worth their time by unbuttoning a couple extra buttons on my blouse, and adjusting things for maximum cleavage as I pull up.  Anyway, this one time I was trying to adjust the cleavage as I pulled up, and one boob got adjusted too far … it fell out of the bra right as I pulled up in front of the gate.  Damn, that guard had a big grin.  I decided to act like it had been intentional and started playing with my nipple.  When big-grin finally gave me the parking stub, it was blank except for his name and phone number.

When I was ready to leave, I made sure he was the one to take my stub at the exit … only now the stub had my phone number under his, and I dropped off my panties with it.

Give me a call if you want to hear more … or if you’re interested in some slightlty used panties as well.

1.888.258.6609, ask for BRANDI

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I’m so sick of hearing in the media how Barbie dolls are destroying girl’s self esteem as they grow up.  I never thought of my barbie dolls as real or how I supposed to look when I grew up.  In fact I always thought barbie was weird and creepy looking… those crazy long legs and the stiff boobs with no nipples, no cooch nothing soft or fun about being a woman whatsoever!!  But you know what my barbies WERE good for??   I’ll tell you.  Those long rubber legs were great for reaching all the way up little snatch…. I swear… I was fucking myself with barbie’s legs on a regular basis.  Sometimes One at a time, sometimes Both!  One time my mother caught me and started screaming at me… she spanked me and took my dolls away….  my grandma not knowing why i couldnt have barbies anymore had pity on me and bought me a whole new playset on the following xmas.  THAT was a great xmas lemme tell you!!!  I especially loved the barbies with the bendable legs…  I think I set the record for youngest girl ever to find her g-spot!!!  Oddly enough… my Ken doll never gave me any pleasure.  But he was a real joke.  A dickless prettyboy with no flexibility.  Even THEN I knew I could do a lot better.  And so could Barbie!!!  So the moral of the story is… don’t assume us little chubby girls grew up with low self esteem because of our dolls.  Some of us were VERY satisfied with our toys.  *AHEM*….

SUZI    1 888 229 3797

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Hey, it’s life — you gotta laugh!

I remember one time I was giving my boyfriend a blowjob, and right as he was getting ready to cum … he must have been straining pretty hard … he ripped off a huge fart.  I laughed so hard his pecker popped right out of my mouth.  He was so close to the edge he couldn’t stop, but he was laughing at the same time,  so his snake-sausage was bouncing around on its own, spewing its white venom everywhere.  He was laughing so hard he started letting off a series of rat-a-tat farts that got us both laughing even harder.

Afterwards, we had a new game … find the droplets.  He had drops of cum all over the room, and each one we found we just looked at each other like “How did that get THERE?”  That’s how I like my sex.  Not necessarily with the farts … but fun, and the laughter.

For a Good Time Call LANA

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“Whew, at least that one was Silent!”

There was a brash lady named Nance
Who wore incredibly tight pants.
She let out a fart
that tore them apart.
Now she wears skirts, given the chance.

For a good time, call LANA

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