Kindall Nicole

Are you a newbie who is super nervous about meeting face to face and want to connect first? I don't blame you. When we meet people in other situations, we typically have already connected and have built up to a point where we feel familiar with each other and comfortable about meeting in person. Of the experiences I offer, one of my most popular is  The Ultimate Playdate,  my 4-hour session  where we will share a meal before making magical memories together.   Spoiled by Kindall , my 3-hour session, is another great option for a first-time experience. It typically entails having an outing at a restaurant or dining in and then sensual alone time.... or we can spend the full time privately.  Both are perfect for connecting and taking things slow, but The Ultimate Playdate will allow for more private time together and will consist of a meal.  Understandably, you may not be ready yet to take that leap.  We can also have a few phonecalls before meeting, pa...

This is an erotic story that is considered taboo, and parts may make you laugh. It’s just fantasy. If you don’t find the roleplay scenario of “stepdaughter and daddie” enjoyable, it’s probably not for you.

His hand moves down lower. Or am I just imagining this? Is his hand really squeezing... my bare cheek?   Today has been the strangest day ever. Like I've been in a dream I can't wake up from. But as strange as it’s been, this has to be real. I can feel the warmth of his hand. Its soft caress, slow and intentional. The way it's touching my inner thighs. And my Sweet Spot. I keep telling myself this can't be happening, it can't be real. But all of my senses say that it is.  If this isn't a dream, that means I still have the power to get up and walk out of this room at any time. I try to reason with myself, but the voice in my head is telling me not to move or speak. I'm trying so hard not to derive pleasure from what he's doing, but as his hand continues to move, his fingertips exploring, a warmth fills my body unlike anything I've ever felt before. I've never been touched this way, ever.  “Daddie’s still mad. But I’ll feel better after I know ...

If you were to ask me what my favorite band is, I would tell you Aerosmith. But really Def Leopard, Journey, and 80s hair bands are some of my favorite music. I guess I’m old school, because I appreciate the passion they had and the realness of how music was made back then. It takes you back in time, to a world when things were different. I love the nostalgia. When I’m not working remotely, I enjoy writing erotic fiction. I am also writing my first thriller right now. When I was in the 4th grade, my English teacher said, “You’re going to be a writer.” I am well versed in technical writing, but I’m still honing creative writing. If I’m watching TV, it’s probably The Big Bang Theory, true crime, or a classic like Uncle Buck, My Cousin Vinny, or anything Chevy Chase.  I love cooking and trying new foods and recipes. I am always coming up with a new salad variation and different ways of making an old recipe new. Yes, I’m the person who brings something like artichoke dressing or Asian ...

It was that time of day again, the part of the day Kindall looked forward to most: sunbathing in her bikini. Kindall lay stretched out on a lounger in her backyard; oversized sunglasses shading her eyes, and her earbuds played her favorite Aerosmith songs. She had just moved in weeks ago. The boxes were mostly unpacked, the bird feeders were full, and her newly-planted butterfly garden had started to stir with flitting bursts of color. It was the first afternoon she let herself fully relax. No errands, no furniture deliveries, no to-do lists. Just sun, silence, and the breeze kissing her softly. And yet... something tugged at her awareness. She opened one eye. A shadow flickered near the fence, gone before her gaze could catch it. She sat up slightly, trying to see through the small gap in the slats that divided her yard from the next. She adjusted her sunglasses and laid back again. Maybe Rick is working out in the backyard? Or maybe he was taking a peek at her butterfly garden, not r...

Joe was dreaming... again .  Kindall was smiling at him, leaning in close, her fingers grazing his chest. Her voice soft and teasing, saying things a sweet girl next door would surely never say in daylight.  He touched her golden hair. Her skin radiated a warmth that felt impossibly tender, as if she’d been made only for his touch. They moved together. They were somewhere private. Somewhere only they existed. She whispered his name. He moaned, hips jerking, body trembling. The sensation overwhelming him completely.  In the waking world, his wife stirred. “Joe?” her sleepy voice murmured.  He came to with a jolt, chest tight and unsteady, finally managing to open his eyes. “Sorry. Just… bad dream,” he mumbled, turning over quickly. But it wasn’t a bad dream. It was one of the best dreams he'd ever had... one he wanted desperately to come true. He stared at the wall, willing his body to quiet, the damp sheet beneath him sticking to his skin. . . . . . .  Down the ...

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