You rush in the door bringing cold air and your own sensual heat at the same time. You're running late and our friends will be here any minute so we can head up to the comedy club for a free show tonight. I'm sitting on the couch waiting for you modestly dressed, hair and make-up done and ready to go, looking every bit the part of the wholesome girl-next-door.
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Nothing, and I mean nothing, in sex gets me off more than the scent and taste of my woman's ass. I don't mean when it's squeaky clean and perfumed. I mean when it smells and tastes like what an ass is and what it does.
Nothing beats the erotic blast of kissing her soft, satiny fanny and parting the cheeks to expose her sexy anus.
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He was forty-five, and she was 18, an obvious difference in age, but there were other factors contributing to the hardship of undertaking a romance. He was married with two daughters, one who was 18, and the other who was 16. The problem did not lay with them, but with the wife, who had fallen out of love with her husband a while ago. They were only staying together for the kids, and that was where it all started.
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She had been sitting outside for about thirty minutes, waiting for him to come home from work, and watching the clouds build up to the northwest of them. There was a distant rumble of thunder and a few brief glimpses of lightening. And then she heard the siren go off on the golf course behind the house and knew that the storm was headed their way.
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The RA’s jokingly call the bathrooms in my residence hall “gender blind”. In this case, I supposed that fits, because I never did see the girl. But in most cases, it just means that all the bathrooms are coed; don’t ask, don’t look, in other words. There are only 30 people in the whole hall making it more of a house, really, and 25 of them are girls. Yeah, a little lopsided, but who’s going to complain, huh? The guys? I’m the only male on my floor out of 15!
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This is another true story. This one took place several years ago at an old job I had. I met Jacey at work and immediately I noticed a sexual spark. She was a short girl, about 5'3" with jaw length straight blond hair with big brown eyes. She was 23 and I was 28. She had great skin with a few freckles here and there. I later found out her light bronze skin tone was because she went to the tanning bed.
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"How the hell did I get so fucking lucky?" Jim lay naked on his bed as he watched his wife walk past him and into the bathroom.
"What drawer is it in?" Cecelia called out from the bathroom. She was looking for the lube and had no idea where it could be.
"Second drawer."
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I was walking home and I didn't fancy returning to the small student flat above the row of shops where I was approaching. The whole country had in the midst of a prolonged and quite severe cold snap
I had done enough for the day. It was a Wednesday, a universal half day for students. I had turned out for the 2nd fifteen, had my weekly shower and put a few extra hours study time in the library.
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The Chapman farm in the sleepy town of Clinton in upstate New York was a modest operation back in the late 60's, but while the family members did most of the work during the year, come harvest time they needed to hire some outside help.
There were a number of such workers who made a circuit of the area farms each summer, usually going back to the same places each year if they had been reliable and did good work.
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Browsing around the adult store, I looked at everything as though I hadn't seen it all for the hundredth time. This was my favorite pastime whenever I was in the city and early for an appointment. I loved all the different sized dildos with their dazzling colors and features.
I picked one up and felt it, running my hand up and down the thick, veined trunk and feeling instantly excited.
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