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She answered the door to me wearing the same robe as the previous week, short and low cut leaving no doubt that she was naked underneath, the outline of her nipple bars clear to see. "Hi Marco, come in." "Thank you Mrs Morganite."

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I answered the door just like I did last week at this time, it was late and I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his call. Wrapped in a blanket, dreamily I opened the door so happy to see him standing there. My lover, who I met by chance on a snowy and frozen night playing around on the internet. It's been a few weeks since we met in person, and that first time we lasted only a few short minutes at my place before he wrapped his arms around me and I led him to my room.

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Gina let out a quiet groan when she was awakened by the clock radio alarm. Blue Christmas by Elvis was playing, and the music merged with her feelings as she'd drifted off to sleep. The bed shifted, and she knew Brian was sitting up to shut off the alarm. In a fit of pique, she rolled over, facing the wall. A quiet sigh let her know that the gesture hadn't gone unnoticed.

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I am constantly traveling. The work I do keeps me on the road all the time. Here I was in San Antonio. I was staying at the Omni Hotel, sitting on the corner stool at the lobby bar, having a beer and watching the basketball game. It was a quiet weeknight and there were maybe 15 people in small groups around the bar or scattered amongst the little bar tables.

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My life was a wreck. My marriage had failed and six months later my wounds were far from healed. It was early evening when I heard a dull wrap at the thick green door to my small tenement block apartment. I peered through the small spy hole at the slender and petite shape of Natalie, my wife's best friend, standing nervously at the other side.

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To the outside world Dave Blackwood looked like a conservative forty five year old accountant with a nice house two little kids a station wagon and a pretty wife. But to his wife Jackie he was the best sex she'd ever had. Jackie wasn't entirely surprised late one evening after the dishwasher was packed and the kids securely in bed when her husband asked her if she would like to try 'back door' sex.

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I lay back listening to the sound of my wife hungrily slurping away at my cock, as she did every day when I returned home and pondered how lucky I am. I married Margot, a spoiled daddy's girl from the right part of town used to getting what she wanted. Daddy being, of course, Clifton Meriwether Van Rijn, renowned shipping magnate, whom I had the opportunity to work for as a landscape consultant- a gardener for the less verbally dexterous.

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Mike had the damned ticket anyway, so it seemed crazy not to use it. Two tickets for the London Eye. On Valentine's Day. He'd booked it months ago, in the first flushes of his relationship with Vicki. He should have known it wouldn't have lasted this long. No, wait, that was wrong.

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The saga began on a beautiful, hot, July, Friday evening in New England. My wife and I are fortunate enough to have a nice cottage on the shores of a large, pristine lake. The lake is quite deep, very cold and clear enough that you can see into depths of 30 or more feet. Though there are hundreds of homes and cottage along its shores, our camp is located such that we have a reasonable amount of privacy on our back deck.

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The first thing I know in consciousness is the tickling of your chest hairs on my nose as I breath in and out. Instinctively, I reach up to rub my nose, inadvertantly flicking your nipple as I do. "Hmmmm" you breath out, shifting slightly to wrap your arm around my shoulders. You are so warm that I snuggle closer, running my hand over your chest to find your other nipple, still soft in relaxation. A slight brush of my hand brings it to attention to match it's counterpart.

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