All You Need Is Love

All You Need Is Love

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Nicole Westwood has anxiety. So bad, that it's hindered her social life for her entire life. At 18, she's never experienced anything- a first date, a first kiss, a first boyfriend. After graduating high school, her parents worry that she is too much of an introvert and will never gain the social skills she needs to make it in the real world if she doesn't seek help. Her mother makes her an appointment with a therapist who goes by the name of Michael Jackson. He has excellent reviews on Yelp, but will he help Nicole in more ways than expected? PLEASE NOTE: - Michael is not famous in this story. - If age gaps bother you, don't bother reading. - There will be explicit verbal and sexual content; if you are under 18, I am not responsible for what you are about to read.
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"Are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" It was a man's voice I didn't recognize and the greeting caught me off guard. "I-I'm sorry? What'd you say?" I asked, holding the phone away from my ear as if staring at it would bring another person on the line. "I said, are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" He repeated. My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, feeling nervous. "I-uh...I think I have the wrong number?" "No one deliberately dials this number just to say that. Spread your legs and touch your pussy. I want you to finger yourself and place the phone between your legs. Let me hear how wet you sound." He said, voice lower now. More demanding. I had to catch my breath. In a shaky voice I managed to get out "No, I'm serious. I really do think I have the wrong number." I sat up and glanced around my room. The walls here weren't thin, they were thick and the rooms were placed further apart from each other. Still, I was paranoid that someone might've heard the conversation. "Oh-Jesus. I'm so sorry. Are you sure you have the wrong number? This hotline isn't in public phone books. It's listed in erotica and p*rn magazines." Oh god..... _________ It's the winter of 1983 and 19 year old Ayelani Mayer, a college freshman is preparing herself for final exams. She, instead, accidentally dials the number of a sex phone operator named Michael. A 25 year old single man living across states who fulfills the fantasies women have until they cum. Ayelani was in need to vent and stress relief. She found it elsewhere other than the schools hotline. And that was Michael teaching her how to have sex and fucking her so hard that her eyes rolled to the back of her head. #4 in sugardaddy! 08/06/25 #1 in mjperv! 08/24/25 #1 in moonwalker! 08/28/25 #1 in mjfan! 09/26/25 #1 in thriller era! 10/03/25

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