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I won’t lie. I don’t even need to try that hard. Men are funny like that—give them just a little attention, and their imaginations do the rest. A flirty compliment, a soft “you’re so sweet” whispered over a drink and boom—he’s offering to grab the tab, buy me that shiny necklace I casually pointed out in the window, or book us a weekend away somewhere with soft sheets and room service.

I swear, all I have to do is tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and pout just right, and suddenly, I’m the fantasy they didn’t even know they had. Sweet, sexy, just a touch out of reach… but close enough to drive them wild.

And let’s be real—I like pretty things. I like being spoiled.

And if this flirty little smile and my perfectly glossed lips get me there faster? Why wouldn’t I take full advantage? I mean, it’s not my fault they want to impress me. I give them a reason to.

And when I lean in, brushing my lips against their ear to whisper a soft “thank you, baby,”… I already know they’ll be back for more.

They always are.

Because I’m not just a pretty face. I’m a whole damn bratty domme phone sex experience.

And once they get a taste? Oh, honey… they’re hooked.

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Well, one of the boys next door—let’s say he’s not so much a boy anymore—has always had a thing for me. And honestly? I’ve always noticed the way he looks at me. That mix of curiosity and hunger in his eyes… It’s so hard to resist. So, one day, I didn’t.

It started with innocent flirting. A lingering touch here, a dirty joke there. But we had this unspoken tension that just kept building. And when did things finally happen between us? Oh, baby—it was so much better than I imagined.

And now? We’ve had so many steamy encounters that it’s hard to keep track. He loves bragging to his friends that he’s been with the sexy older woman next door—the one with the curves, the experience, and a mouth that knows how to make a man melt. I’ve noticed his friends hanging around more often, too… watching me, undressing me with their eyes, getting flustered just talking to me.

And what can I say? I love the attention. I’m a woman with needs and a house full of eager, hard-bodied admirers? That’s hard to pass up.

Let’s say… when they’re over, things can get very intense.
Clothes come off, moans echo through the walls, and I get every inch of attention I crave. They take turns, sometimes even team up. And trust me, I can handle them all—again and again.

It’s our own little taboo fantasy world, and I love being the center of it.
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