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They'd been flirting for a while now, and as he was the last patient of the day, she didn't have to worry about Dr. Rosenthal coming out and catching them, so she simply enjoyed the moment. He was everything she liked, smart, funny, athletic, in his late twenties, and judging from the way he dressed, pretty well off, to boot. Which is why his appointment made no sense, but what she figured must be a clerical error might get him to blush if she asked, and shy boys were just so... tasty.

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When I went in there weren't too many people in the coffee shop. It's a bigger coffee place, the Java Palace, and it has a lot of nooks and crannies; but on Wednesday evenings there's usually not much of a crowd and they only have one barista. I had a lot on my plate; I'm the night concierge at the budget inn downtown, and I had to finish a paper on pre-revolution Russia for my twentieth-century history class. I sidled up to the counter.

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I could feel the champagne warming my body as I drank from the glass you poured for me. We celebrated your return to me that weekend with a clink of our glasses as I leaned into you with a long, tender kiss, setting our drinks aside when that kiss grew more hungry. You'd been gone too long this time and I couldn't wait another second to feel your lips everywhere---anywhere---on my body. I pressed against you and my hair, slightly damp and smelling of shampoo, fell across your face as our lips and tongues hungrily explored one another's.

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Their home-gym in the basement was nothing to laugh at, complete with treadmill, weight bench, bike trainer, mats, yoga balls, and even a heavy bag to box on. Cliff had invested in himself, both of them really, and even though his company had some of the best equipment to offer, nothing beat the workout in his home, especially next to Stephanie's well-formed posterior.

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Jenny was my best and oldest friend. And it was because of Jenny that Mark had left me. Some of my other friends claimed not to see why Jenny and I were so close. We had known each other since our first day in college. I had been wandering around the room on Freshers’ Day, wondering which if any of the idiotic-looking societies I should be joining, when I had collided with some sort of small, soft object.

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Joanna Quimby worked everyday at the public library. She loved her job because she loved books. They added so much to her vivid imagination. When she was alone with her books, she came to life. This quiet librarian was a statuesque 6'2", and rail thin. Her long hair was often found pulled back into a fiery bushel of tight red curls, and tied with a black velvet bow.

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Late July is a time for some serious heat on the I-15 corridor between Las Vegas and San Bernardino, and the temperature was well over 100 F degrees still, even in the early evening. Most people looked at the Dakota pickup full of scrap metal and wondered why the Iowa plated pickup was so far from home and so heavily loaded as the driver exited I-215 southbound for I-10 eastbound.

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I was lying on my stomach recovering from a massive orgasm with Seamus' huge fat cock buried up my snatch. I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing. I had just finished being driven through my second orgasm. The first one was almost simultaneous – I had started coming first and was writhing and screaming when Seamus, riding me hard, fired his load up my snatch. We rested a bit with his cock buried up my snatch until he was ready for another go around;

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His strong, but gentle hands rubbed her shoulders, massaging the tension out of her aching muscles. She leaned back into the sensation of the stress leaving and felt his hot breath at the back of her neck... His fingertips gently moved her soft, curly hair out of the way so his lips could brush her skin. He chuckled to himself as he briefly thinks, "Why does she always smell so sweet?"

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I've waited so long to be with you again, and when your call came, the message on my answering machine with flight numbers and arrival time, I have to admit, I was at first, more confused than excited. I fret, and pace, and forget to eat. I remember the circumstances of our goodbye: Lamenting the loss of someone with such similar physical needs and desires because our lifestyles wouldn't and couldn't mesh, at least not at that time.

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