It was a beautiful fall day in Niagara-on-the-lake, in southern Ontario. It is the time of year for the grapes to be harvested in the wine region of Eastern Canada. Matthew's schedule was tight and he had been watching the vineyards closely since returning from Chile on the World Winemaker's Conference in Santiago. His Assistant, Richard de Grosse, had been invaluable to him during the summer lead up to this.
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The white cotton fabric of her panties made a scratching sound as it rubbed hard against her pubic hair. Wet heat was penetrating the only barrier to the pussy I had dreamed about since I was sixteen. The situation had deemed it necessary for hard, rough kissing. Our tongues were battling, roughing the other up, our mouths had become instruments for something other than verbal communication; instead it was a primal and taboo language we were speaking.
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The day began like any other, hot and uneventful. Steve was away for another month-long business trip to Saudi Arabia. Aramco must have thought they were doing all the wives and girlfriends a favor by taking our men away from us for extended periods of time. But all it did for me was give me time to get better acquainted with my vibrator and the few porno videos we had. Not that I wasn't already more than familiar with either. My ten year marriage to Steve had left me with two wonderful children and a very intense longing for something more.
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I had not seen Linds in a while. She stopped by with her friend Joan. I had never seen Joan before. She was beautiful, long brown hair and long slender shapely legs to match. They both wore short skirts that hugged their figure. They stopped by to pay a visit and check up on me. I quickly found out the real reason for their visit.
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Hello readers; my name is Emily, and I want to tell you my story, about how I reached this point in my life. Some of you will say I am weird, some will even say kinky or depraved; but you can think what you like, and I will just tell my story. I am not trying to say all the rest of you are wrong and I am right; it is just right for me, the way I live my life. I hope you enjoy my story.
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We texted back and forth the next day, and the day after that. I was like we were afraid to Skype again, for fear of, ... I don't know what. Afraid it would happen again? Not really, I wished it would. Afraid that she would be forever freaked out, once she had come back to reality? Very!
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Chapter 1
I have been the principal coach/Trainer of a local ladies hockey team from a small town in Ireland. We were preparing for the start of the new league season and had planned a training and fitness camp in a well known resort in the south of Spain as a way of getting the season off to a good start.
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John watched her over the top of his drink. She was Christine or Chris as she liked to be called, the best looking woman in the office. This was another after works drink that was supposed to help create a better bonding session in the office, but was in reality a chance to get drunk.
Chris was a terrible flirt once she had a few drinks. She would flirt outrageously with the guys but stop short of letting them do anything more than snog her.
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Her silence spoke volumes as she looked out of the open window and saw a sea of green fields, interspersed by little islets of trees and edges.
In the distance, a shadowy grey escarpment blocked her view of the sea itself, but she could hear the waves throwing themselves against the cliff-face under the heavy grey skies; and he wasn't listening to her.
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I remember it as being one of 'those' weeks.
Sunday was my twenty-second birthday and my mother took me to lunch at The Connaught. On such occasions, my mother likes to take charge. I think that the elderly couple at the next table thought that I was her Toy Boy. Oh well, if it brightened up their outing.
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