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I always address my lady friends by their first names and refer to them the same way but there is one whose real name I don't even know. When I was introduced to her shortly after her divorce, our mutual friend told me that everybody calls her Sunny and that is the only name I have ever heard or used. I don't know why she is called that; I suspect part of the reason is the short blonde hair that frames her pretty, smiling face.

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Halloween fate brings an anal hungry coed her fantasy Terry looked over her shoulder at her butt in the mirror turning it side to side and said to Anna, "Do you really think wearing a G-string will make a difference?" Anna was her long time loyal roommate. They had both been at the college together for three years now. Anna giggled, "Listen, if he is at all interested in anal sex, this will definitely push him over the edge.

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Jennifer looked out of the large glass windows at the front of the reception into the bleak January afternoon. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen the sun, and with the economic climate so uncertain she'd decided not to visit the travel agents over the Christmas period like she normally did. No, she'd just have to wait a few more months and hope it was a good summer. She accidentally kicked the gym bag she kept under her desk, at least she still kept herself in shape, even if she was a bit paler than she'd ideally like.

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It's a crowded elevator, in one of those interminably tall city buildings, and you, of course, work very near the top floor. You're being squished between crowds of people. A wonderful start to the day, you think. Suddenly, you feel it. There, again! Definitely more than just accidental contact. A pair of hands is stroking your ass through your skirt. You'd normally be offended, but the contact feels so good, strong, yet tender.

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I grew up a very attractive girl. I kept my brown hair about chin length and have what I consider to be a wonderful smile. My tummy is not a fit as some but I keep it trim enough for my taste. My legs are long, firm yet slightly larger than most girls. I have a nice bottom that is well rounded from the only exercise I ever did as a kid -- weightless squats.

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Oh. My. Goodness. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing? Creeping closer in the darkness, she realized she was, and while disturbing to watch, she felt her pussy twitch. Watching for a bit longer, until she felt sure she had to be back or be caught, she slowly and quietly made her way back to the street. She had recently moved to the neighborhood, a really nice neighborhood, almost at the end of the cul-de-sac.

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He had been so playful and friendly, warm and inviting on the Internet and very disarming. We hit it off, both our minds on the same nasty wavelength. We had the most erotic conversations about how we would fuck one type of girl in one situation to another type in a second, even doubling up and tricking them, skillful plotting to deflower them. Setting erotic scenarios to trap them. It was all very hot and our conversations very blunt.

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"Do you trust me?" I asked looking up at Mike, my lover, from between his legs. My hand stilled on his cock as I waited for an answer. He laughed nervously, "Why?" "Just answer! Do you?" "Of course." I smiled up at him and resumed my slow stroke up and down his shaft. "Mmm," he half moaned and half sighed as he leaned back against the pillows on the bed. "I love when you tease me."

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This was the third time my stupid car had broken down in a fortnight. Maybe it was my fault for going for retro charm over reliability. I have a real soft spot for mini coopers though, having lost my anal cherry in the back of one and so when the time came to buy my own car I instantly went with the one that appealed most when it would have made much more sense to get something that wasn't going to end up in the garage every week.

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The town, like most near the center of the world, was on the Bosphorus. It lay near a full days ride north of Istanbul. I'd come with a small troop of no more than ten, as I did whenever I left the city walls. I'd just been appointed special assistant to the grand vizier of the Sultan, and had only been back in the safe structure of the Empire for less than half a year when my first appointment called me to the town of Rumeli.

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