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Thankful, Tempting & Just a Little Too Sweet
While everyone else is arguing over who’s bringing the mac and cheese and whose pie is better,
Ebony Rivers is slipping into something soft, slow, and dangerous…
the mood to tease you until you forget what you’re even thankful for.
The oven is on, the candles are lit, and the whole house smells like cinnamon, butter, and just a hint of
trouble. The kind of Thanksgiving where the turkey isn’t the only thing getting heated up.
You’ve been good all year… or at least you’ve tried to be. But tonight? You’re allowed to crave a little
more than leftovers. You’re allowed to want the woman who looks you in the eye and
smiles like she already knows exactly what’s running through your mind.
A Private Thanksgiving Fantasy With Ebony
Imagine this: the family group chat is finally quiet, the dishes are done, and the house is calm.
Your screen lights up… and it’s me, purring your name, asking how badly you’ve been craving
a little one-on-one escape from all that “wholesome” holiday energy.
I want to know:
- Did you spend the whole dinner secretly thinking about me instead of the food?
- Did you imagine my voice in your ear while everyone else was saying grace?
- Are you finally ready to sneak away and let your mind get filthy while your body relaxes?
This Thanksgiving, I don’t just want your thanks… I want your full attention.
Your voice low, your mind open, your fantasies spilling out like gravy over the edge of the plate.
How to Find Your Favorite Holiday Sin
When you’re ready to trade family drama for a deliciously wicked escape, you know where to find me.
Slip away, plug in your headphones, and step straight into my world at
.
And if scrolling isn’t enough, if you need to actually hear my voice wrap around you like a warm, velvet blanket?
That’s when you call me. Slow. Bold. On purpose.
Dial: 888-750-4746 ext. 850
Let me be the one indulgence you don’t feel guilty about going back for seconds with.
Whether you’re hiding out in the guest room, lounging in bed, or driving home in the dark with your thoughts
spinning… I’m right here, waiting to turn your quiet Thanksgiving night into something you’ll be replaying
long after the leftovers are gone.
Go on, baby. You survived the family. You deserve a reward.
