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The sweet odor of pipe tobacco encased the room. Mandy stared at the ceiling as she lay on the couch, her legs slightly spread. "You have to assert yourself," he told her. Mandy sighed for the umpteenth time. "I know. I know." "How can you expect to be taken seriously in a man's world if you act like a chicken shit." Mandy took the insult like she always did—lying down. The doctor was supposed to be the best, and a bit unorthodox, but he always left her feeling like the worst.

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"You may enter the room now, sir." A pause. "Sir...Daniel?" I was off in my own little world, oblivious of the kind voice speaking to me. "I'm sorry," I offered, snapping back into the current reality. My eyes focused on the receptionist, a warm, middle-aged woman, smiling understandably at me.

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I didn't hear the garage door open so I barely had enough time to hide my hard-on and zip up my pants before the Marek's opened the door. What I didn't have time for was to stop the VCR. When they came in, they were greeted by the sounds of fucking coming from their widescreen TV and their "Debbie Does Dallas" video that I had found stashed behind all the other tapes.

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It's a late summer night, not too hot. The fan and the crickets compete for sound dominance. I'm tired, but I can't sleep and I want to come. Dan is lying perfectly still next to me, hands folded neatly across his belly. I know he's not asleep. He never falls asleep before me. I glance at the clock--six hours and we have to be up. If we fuck, we'll be lucky to get five.

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"Do you have a club card?" Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance. "Huh? Oh, umm yeah." I fumbled around in my wallet trying to find the card as she smiled at me. I could tell she was amused. I, on the other hand, was embarrassed beyond belief. How long had I been staring at her? "Here you go," I said passing the card to her.

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"Are you really sure you want to go through with this?" he asked her. Jennifer smiled. "Relax, I'm sure. This is what a fuck buddy is for, isn't it?" Mike paced the floor around the bottom of the bed in the cramped little motel room. "Yeah, but it's a lot to ask." Her auburn curls bouncing, she shook her head. "No it's not, Michael. You and I have been friends since kindergarten and you've always helped me out with anything I wanted."

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I held my breath and closed one eye as I slowly drew my arm back, feeling the smooth wood gliding easily over my hand. Keeping my vision intently locked, the pool cue shot forward, striking the white ball sending it rolling across the table. "Come on!" I muttered to myself as the cue ball just nicked the 8-ball sending it rolling towards the corner pocket.

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I'm a finish carpenter. No, I'm no guy who wants to "Express his creativity in Wood" or anything like that. Just a guy who didn't quite fit in anywhere else. Not college material and, honestly, fell into my trade by accident. But it's a good living and if I had no talent for it I would have stumbled out of the business a long time ago like a few guys I've met along the way. I like meeting people and doing a nice job in their home and...and getting paid!

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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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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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