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My name is Damien and I am 30 year old single guy. I am just under 6 foot and I have a slim fit build. My hair is receding a these days – but what I do have I like to keep neat and short but not shaven. The hair is dark and the eyes are brown. Women say there are jealous of my long eyelashes. All in all I am not a bad looking guy without being a 'hunk'.

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The year was quickly approaching its end. Allison and I, but mostly Allison, had been through quite a whirlwind experience over the past 12 months. She sewed her wild oats where they needed sewing and I entertained my own personal harvesting as well. I fulfilled fantasies through her by the stories she told me and in some cases by my own personal witnessing. She got to venture out and escape on a sexual hiatus.

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Billy and Joe sat back on the old sofa located in Joe's basement as they watched their favorite TV show. It was not a comedy or drama or even a real sports show. "Shit....I hope they have the girls on first tonight," Billy grinned. "Yeah, they are not that good at wrestling but shit when they rub their titties together it's really hot." "Have you ever....you know...seen two women really wrestle I mean....like fight?" Billy asked his childhood buddy.

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"Please don't make me open the door like this," Nicky begged to Angie. "Then you should have had your chores finished before I got home like I instructed. Don't keep Sonya waiting." Nicky slowly moved to the door as the bell rang again. Nicky could feel himself blushing as he opened the door. Sonya was standing on the porch and he could see the look of shock on her face.

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Author's note: The writer in this story is 26, Lessia is 24. All actions described herein took place between consenting adults and the relationship was established the year Lessia turned 19. -Silver DEAR DIARY, I think of roses every time I think of her. The glowingly soft, perfectly petalled rose so aptly described her as though it might have been her name, rather than the more exotic Lessia. My beautiful woman, the girl I knew and ignored for so many years.

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Moral: "You don't always have to look far from home; sometimes what you are looking for is right in front of you." (This is the final chapter of Phillips's adventure; Chapter 1 is "Valley of Mom" and chapter 2 is "Tab to Pay") "Oh god, big brother I want you to get that fucking cock into my ass now, please," Beth was urging her brother, Phillip onward.

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On that particular morning, I woke up with a massive hard-on. So it was quite convenient that my cock was deeply buried in Patty's throat at the time. Chicken or the egg? I had been "dating" Patty, if you can accurately categorize marathon sex sessions as "dating", for about six weeks now. During that time, my dick was usually buried in some orifice, crack, or crevice of Patty's torso and head a great majority of the time. Her eardrums might have been safe, but pretty much every other hole was fair game.

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Jodie had been recommended to a special clinic by one of her friends when they had shared their sexual problems over a few bottles of wine. She had been a bit reluctant and was nearly put off completely by the high fees, but Abbey had persuaded her that it would be worth every penny if she went with a positive attitude.

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This story is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional. This story is for adults and not to be read by minors, all characters depicted are over 21 years of age. If you like this story please vote, leave a comment or drop me an email! XXOO - Dre

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I'd seen her around my apartment building several times and she stuck in my mind although I could never quite figure out why. She was an older woman – in her 50s I guessed – with long dark-hair, hints of gray here and there in her curls, and a little plump -- sexy plump, actually. You could see she was very nice looking at one time.

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