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I marched to the elevator and pressed the down button, mumbling to myself, "Fucking company." As I descended to the 2nd floor I became even more incensed. Cheap fucking foreign labor was going to ruin a good company. Hopefully it wouldn't take me down with it. After talking with the sysadmins I needed to get out of the building. There was nothing I could do for 4 hours.

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When I saw her I almost dropped the dumbbell on my foot. She was about 5'4 with long glimmering dirty blonde hair, which was tied back in a ponytail that bounced about her shoulders as she walked. Her skin was a deep tan color and perfectly accentuated her well muscled legs and bared midrif. My eyes traveled from her feet up her toned legs to her ass. She was dressed in a silver two-piece outfit that made her look as if she would be more at home lounging around a swimming pool than hoisting wieghts in a gym.

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We'd been playing around, doing this and that, when she slowly rolled over and gradually pulled her knees up under her tummy, head down on the pillow. "What are you waiting for?" She was just itching for it. "I'm just looking." She glanced back and gave me a low growl. "And you like what you see?"

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We’ve been married for nearly twenty years. Callum wasn’t my first lover, of course, but I soon knew that he was my life partner. We are now in our late 40s and, although we have thickened in several places, Callum has lost hair, my breasts hang lower, we are still very attracted to each other. In that time, sex has been varied and satisfying. One of the results is that different sex acts have different significance for us.

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Amy wasn't exactly the dominatrix type, in fact she was a very shy 'girl next door'. She loved sex, but never initiated it, nor did she ever express any fantasies. Even if she wanted something in particular (sexually-speaking), she would never say it, instead she'd wait for me to figure it out and offer. Even oral sex -- which she absolutely loved -- she could not bear to ask for.

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At the stable where I keep my horse there is a small upstairs area with a lounge. One night while I was at the stable alone, Lori and her boyfriend show up. Lori is very dedicated to her horse and wanted to check up on her. Not wanting to interfere, I quietly sneaked up to the upstairs lounge to wait for them to leave. I know Lori well enough to say hello, but frankly I'm not much interested. She has that hot, blonde girl attitude where she thinks she's better than the rest of us.

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Chapter 1: "Jake's Frustration" Wendy was purring contentedly. Her husband Jake was lying behind her in their warm king-sized bed with his arms wrapped around her and softly squeezing her breast and rolling her taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His big 8 inches of man meat was buried in her pussy and he was deliciously slow fucking her from behind. Every time he moved into her she would push her ass back against him to heighten the sensation of his cock sinking into her wet pussy.

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Peaches, peaches everywhere but not a bite to eat. I was pondering upon my existence and lack of life while downing my second glass of whisky. A hunger deep inside me resided for many months with no opportunity for quenching. Suddenly a gorgeous peach appeared before me begging to be eaten. Mind oblivious to my body's actions, I was madly devouring the fruit with out any thought involved.

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Bruce lay back on his bed and contemplated his days work, his deal for support services to the Saudi government had been accepted, guaranteeing Bruce a bonus of over $250,000 and bringing $5 m into his company. He reflected on the major aspects of the negotiations, proving the quality of the services offered and the ability of the individuals involved. He wondered what would have happened if he had taken the advice of his MD, Stuart Chambers, to provide the Saudi's with the services of call girls during their visits to London.

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"I've been cheating on you." My body froze as the simple sentence left her lips. I tried to speak but my mind remained completely blank as I struggled to find the words to respond to my girlfriend's confession. Anger. Sadness. Disappointment. A variety of emotions teemed forth, battling one another for supremacy within the maelstrom of my thoughts.

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