I am 18 and all characters and participants must be 18 . My kik is sexyprompts

What happens in Vegas...- That is it about this one little strip, this one stretch of road, that invites so much sin? Is it the heat of the dessert, driving people out of their conscious? The glittering lights? The ample booze? The lavish showmanship? Or is that all just an excuse? Are we all just looking for a place where our worst actions can stay hidden forever? There are so many hidden stories hidden in the shadow of the night, so who are we? Two vacationers avoiding the responsibilities of our lives and marriages, throwing it all away for a one night fling? A celebrity on an incredible bender trying to make some bad decisions? A stripper and the client who payed for the VIP experience? A gambler who lost big and is trying to make up for their debt? Did you get invited to a secret party where nothing is off limits? When everything is temporary, and nothing ever leaves, then you can be anyone you want. So who are you?

The Housewife's Secret Life- Your cream swirls in your coffee, creating its own little universe as you sit at the kitchen table, breathing out a sigh of relief. Lunches have been made, dress shirts ironed, breakfasts eaten, dishes washed. The morning rush is over, it's your time to take a breath. It won't last long though. You look up at the clock, watching the time tick as you sip your coffee. It's 8:47. In just a few moments, You'll reach for that small space in the cupboard that only you know exists. You'll shed the robe and responsibilities of your life as a stay-at-home mom and grab the collar that represents your other life. The secret life. At 8:59. you'll sneak over to the neighboring house, sneaking in through the back door. When the hour turns, you'll hand yourself over to him. You'll let him lead you by a leash, your arms tied behind your back. You'll thank him for letting you bathe him in the shower. You'll hold the chain connected to the clamps on your nipples, trying not to pull them off as the vibrator between your legs buzzes you toward yet another orgasm. You'll take his cock into your mouth, holding your phone between your legs as your husband calls for the third time, then desperately lick his cum off the floor. You'll let him lick, bite, squeeze, fuck, smack, choke, bind, lead as he sees fit, always answering his commands with a "Yes sir." Sure, you feel some shame about your secret life. You don't WANT to do this. But it's not like you're being coerced either, there would be no consequence if you didn't show up, or said no. You're here because you need to be. because there is something inside you that needs to be treated like this. Because from 9 to 3, you need someone else to be in control. And if that's what it takes to keep you sane, well... is it really too big a price to pay?