Chapter I
Maggie Dantino and I had been friends since 1984. We were attending different colleges in Boston and met while working part-time at Saks 5th Avenue.
It was the summer of 1986, when Maggie invited me to her parent's home in Pine Hill, NJ. Her younger brother was graduating from Prep School and her folks were throwing a huge party. Of course I jumped at the chance to get out of Boston for a weekend.
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We looked a while for the right woman. I'd met several for coffee, but for one reason or another, I hadn't been comfortable with any of them. Finally, we had found her. John and I were meeting her in the bar of a resort hotel where we had booked a room. Maura insisted on a late date, not wanting to have dinner with us.
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Chapter 1
The secluded hilltop villa overlooking the Roman port of Ostia was almost silent except for the sound of Casio's soft leather whip striking the pliant ass cheeks of a newly acquired slave girl. The cause of the unscheduled punishment was that she had inadvertently backwashed some of his cum onto his bush instead of holding it in her mouth until she was told to swallow.
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Even as a child Jane had always loved the feel of certain materials against her skin. Her first sexual feeling was caused by her wearing a plastic apron of her mothers. She felt her nipples harden and was worried because she thought she had wet herself as she was wet between her legs.
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I was very happy for my mother when I found out that Cindy was coming to visit. It was late June. I had finished school for the year and had not found a summer job yet -- although I was in no hurry to accomplish that. Mom was still getting over her divorce from my father almost a year ago and she desperately needed to have some fun. I had tried my best to bring her out of the doldrums that she was in, but I guess there's only so much an eighteen year-old son can do. I was hoping that a week with Cindy was what she needed to rejuvenate herself.
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Sitting in that damp sand between the water and the dry sand, my legs spread wide so that the waves could lap at my crotch, I thought about Brenda. I thought about how she liked doing that to me. I looked around and I was alone. I felt alone. Deep down, I was alone. I lifted my bottom and slipped the bottoms of the suit past my ass and over my feet.
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Kirsten was not a bad person. She was a good person who had done a very bad thing. She wasn't sure how it had happened really. Ok, maybe she knew how it had happened, but she regretted that it had. More than that, she was furious with herself for allowing it to happen, for initiating it in the first place.
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It was not the sound of the sea, as it gently kissed the edge of the beach…. the gentle sighing that whispered in the air, was coming from the couple lying on the white sands. The sun had just set, and the sky was shimmering with colors that were alive and beautiful. The footprints in the sand traced the path that they had taken. They had shared an exquisite meal and a chilled bottle of wine at the beachfront restaurant called, Neptune’s Platter.
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I was divorced after nearly twenty years of marriage. It was an old story. College sweethearts marry. Husband wants to be a doctor so wife drops out of college to work and put him through med school, then quits when hubby becomes a doctor. After twenty years, hubby hits midlife crisis and decides the only way he can rediscover his youth is to trade in his forty for a couple of twenties.
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I am a retired man in my 60's, and I live in a suburban neighborhood of a small west-coast city. I live with my best friend Ralph. No, not what you think.
Ralph is my dog. He is a lab mix, about 60 pounds, and a real rascal.
I take Ralph on a walk twice a day to the Neighborhood Park, where dogs are allowed if they are on a leash, and well behaved. The park is full of people with their kids, and some other people with dogs.
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