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Gemma sat on the train wishing it would hurry up and get there. She couldn't wait to get to Leeds to meet Neil. They had been waiting for this day for ages, they were finally getting to meet. They had met in an Internet chat room, and had chatted a lot about sex. They had cyber sex often but they wanting to fuck each other more than anything. They had been planning to meet and now it was finally happening.

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I am kneeling in front of you. Your hand cups my cheek as you tell me that you love me. Your hand moves to raise my chin so that I am looking into your blue eyes. You tell me that it is time...time to remind me of my role, time to show your devotion, and, most importantly, time to give me what you know I need. You send me to fetch my new butt plug, a hand towel, and the lubricant.

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My husband and I had anal sex this morning for the second time in our almost five-year marriage. During our first year of marriage, he touched my asshole for the first time, and it tickled. I couldn't be still, it tickled so much. Over time, we both became comfortable with him rubbing it, and we were married almost 2 years before I pushed my bottom into his finger to let him know he could finger my ass.

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I was just a year younger than my sister was when she went off to college, she was 19 and I was 18, a senior in high school. After all the years of sibling fighting and scraping, we began to get along pretty well by that time. Though I always thought I'd be thrilled when she left, the truth was I missed her. It was still nice having another kid at home, so my parents didn't laser beam in on me.

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As I recall this event in my life even now, I am getting damp between my legs. This is a true story of how I became so enthralled with anal play that now I won't end a night of sex, either by myself or with another, without some serious anal action. Before I begin, please let me describe myself. My name is Amy. I am a single mom of two kids, a son and a daughter, both of whom are teens.

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The heel of my boot clacked against the porcelain tiles of the outdoor bar as I stepped off of the small stage. I had just butchered a karaoke version of Friends in Low Places and was on my way back to my beer. My friends jeered as they signed up for their turn to do the same to some other unsuspecting classic of a tune. We were lit and having a blast. It was the kind of fun that attracted attention and made others want to join in.

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So, here's a story you perhaps don't hear every day. It's a true story, but it has a couple of layers, so allow me to explain some of the moving parts. I'll try not to ramble too much so we can get to the juicy stuff. My name is Max and this happened to me. Sometimes I still can't believe how it all played out. I work at a small business in the hospitality industry.

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Fridays at my office weren’t always easy, but this one was. We had just settled one of our biggest cases, a suit brought by a man who lost an arm as a result of another driver who had been undeniably drunk and run a stoplight. The insurance company refused to pay any more than the policy limit, which was simply unfathomable. Our client was a stone mason, and a well-respected one.

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My hand is firm on the back of your neck. The chilly fall rain licks against the panes, as your hard nipples press into the glass of the elevator wall. Your head turns to the side and your ear picks up the sounds of the party below. Your breath fogs the glass as you pant. You try to turn to look back, but I press you forward. This is my show, and the puppet dances only when her string is pulled.

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My name is Corrina. I've got long, dark hair, a nice athletic body and I kind of get the impression that I'm fairly gorgeous. I hate saying that, but the fact is that I get told how hot I am by guys all the time. This story is about something that happened to me a couple of years ago when I was living with a few friends in a house we were renting.

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