Author: alanaidavis

[F] I really enjoy EDM raves and being free…

I remember the festival like it was yesterday. I had been looking forward to it for weeks and had bought a special outfit for the occasion. It was a bra with vibrant lights woven through it, so it would light up my tits at night. To complete the look, I also bought these short-shorts which barely covered my ass. And I wore these cute matching sneakers I had just bought. I looked glorious and I felt sexy and confident. I soon arrived at the festival with two of my guy friends and two other couples.

The night was filled with molly, weed, and drinking, so it wasn’t long before we were all feeling pretty good. One of the couples and I ended up hooking up – we’d done stuff together before so there were no awkward barriers to break down. Later on, I met this random guy and we started talking before eventually grinding on each other in front of everyone. That’s when things got steamy and he slid his hand down my shorts and grabbed my ass before slipping his fingers inside me. I was wet almost immediately. Read more »

[F] Helping my stepdad get the cabin ready for winter…

My family has a vacation cabin near Lake Tahoe that my grandparents built back in 1948 when my grandpa came home from the war.

It’s great in the summertime because it’s way down a long winding dirt road not far from the lake. But in the winter, it’s another story. It’s bleak and freezing cold.

So before each winter sets in, it needs to be closed up. The shutters on the windows need to be closed, and the water needs to be shut off and drained out, so the pipes don’t burst in the freezing weather and stuff like that.

So it was back in my first year in college that me and my dad packed up the car and made the four-hour drive to the cabin to get it closed up for the winter.

The weather was clear in the Bay Area where we lived, so we figured we’d be back that night.

It’s also worth mentioning that he’s my stepdad, not my real dad. I call him daddy, though, because he married my mom when I was only four years old after my real dad died in a scuba diving accident. Read more »

My short time as a [F]emale receptionist working at a very unique place…

After I moved to the city, I was out of the job. I started scouting ads in the paper for somewhere to work. Something popped out at me that looked interesting: a sperm donation clinic. They needed a receptionist for the front desk.

I quickly picked up the phone and gave them a ring.

Not long after I was working alongside an actual nurse who had been with the company for years. Her name was Diane, and we got along great from day one.

It never really dawned on me until I was told that the method that the men used for producing the sperm they donate was good old-fashioned masturbation.

It was a little strange at first, but I got used to it. All nursing revolves around body functions (in a clinical sense).

Besides, I couldn’t see or hear anything either, so what difference did it make to me what was going on behind the closed door of the room they did their business in?

Some of the donors were in and out in a matter of minutes, while others could take up to an hour and even more sometimes. Read more »

[F] Not long ago, I was the slutty neighborhood babysitter every dad talked about…

This was not long ago, I have since moved on to better ways to make money. But for quite some, I was a babysitter in a small town. Most of my clients came by word of mouth, and this is basically how it happened…

My curves and soft waves of hair have captivated many men, from their twenties to their forties. It was no wonder that I was in such high demand as a babysitter. I was good at what I did, and the moms loved me. However, it was the dads that couldn’t resist my full lips and seductive smile.

Word of my beauty (and sexscapades) seemed to spread all over the neighborhood… I noticed many of the dads began to look at me differently, as if they were fantasizing of what I could offer. My rates naturally went up because of this, LOL.

But I always had a special kind of power, one that I was not afraid to use. I found myself in many places with these men, letting them explore my body in their own special way.

One dad especially…this man in particular, we seemed to really connect on a raw, physical level. Read more »