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She kneels above him, teasing him. Her face is in darkness, the light behind her, showing off her curves and the occasional glint of an eye that gives a hint of how much she's enjoying this. "Beg me." "Please... please," he whispers.

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"Tell me what happened," I said, my cock beginning to stir. I was sitting down in my chair. You crawled slowly across the carpet from where you were sitting, and dragged your body up onto my lap. I could smell the liquor oozing out of your body, as you slurred into my ear. "I showed him my pussy." You paused, and then whispered, "And his cock got hard." "How could you tell?"

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My name is Kevin and I was 45 years old when a friend told me about internet chat rooms. I knew people were all over the internet, but I didn't have a clue about chat rooms, or any other kind of rooms for that matter. I was not computer savvy and what he was saying was way over my head. When he started telling me about cam chats and voice conferences and what not, I was lost and told so. I simply had no idea what he was talking about.

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I have all these wickedly delicious thoughts about what I want to do with you right now. Your mouth just begs me to kiss it, but what I really want is my hands on your naked body. I start at your calves and rub every muscle very slowly until I feel you melt. I love rubbing the backs of your thighs. And you know I can't keep my hands off your ass. I make sure to rub it hard so I don't miss a single muscle. Then I stroke either side of your spine the way you love so much.

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Evening mists licked the feathered edges of the shadows as they lengthened across the valley floor. Dusk was enveloping the low depression and the tattered big top that stood in a sort of forlorn solitude, alone except for an equally neglected Winnebago and a rusted-out pickup parked nearby. Along the perimeter of the adjacent property overlooking the valley, banks of lights awakened in the gloaming to illuminate Alright Ford's ranks of gleaming new cars.

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I had just began to really find myself sexually by my 3rd year of university. I had found out that I love anal sex, especially with myself and my ever growing set of toys. I had found out that I am a squirter and I learned complete control over the muscles that allow me to cum over and over on will. And while I had not had very many men in my life I had begun to be more comfortable with the fact that men do in fact find me attractive.

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"Put a shot across her stern, Mr. Jacobs," Captain Seymour Butts yelled. "Uh, Captain, shouldn't that be across her bow?" "You can shoot them where you want them when you're Captain, Mr. Jacobs. However, since I'm the Captain, shoot them where I want them. They don't call me the Booty Pirate for nothing." "Aye, aye, sir." Mr. Jacobs replied as he rolled his eyes. This was taking an ass fetish a bit to far for his tastes.

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I started calling tattoo and piercing parlors after we hung up the phone this morning, and I found one in Orlando who sounded promising. It was Dungeon's Tattoos, owned by Master Michael. I had to ask carefully about what I wanted to know because all the kids were around me, but we managed to communicate well enough for me to find out it would be $35 for the piercing. He said under no circumstances could I be drunk during the piercing, so I got directions and called Cindy at work.

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I was in a bar with Tina, this gorgeous, sleek, nineteen year old fox I had been seeing and screwing for the last six months, and an old buddy of mine, Bobby. Bobby had moved back into town after being away for a year and we were catching up on things. And of all the new things that intrigued Bobby, it seemed that this cute college sophomore I was dating topped the list, if the kind of attention Bobby was paying to Tina was any indication. I sure didn't mind.

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It was our first vacation for just the 2 of us in more than 7 years. Marc and I had been married for 13 years and had 3 children. We were very happy, but we had lost some of our "couple-ness" in these years of parenting and really needed to find that spark again. I wanted to be sure that we would still have each other when our parenting job was done. I found someone to stay with the kids and booked our room and off we went.

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