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His hand pushed down against my spine, holding me flat to the mattress. As I turned my head to look round at him he thrust downwards, pressing me deeper into the springs. My heart thudded heavily. For a moment I was so intently aware of the air against my exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet that I shivered. It drew a groan from him. A low and desperate sound.

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Over the past few weeks my secretary Christine has been telling me about a girl she met at a dress boutique. She stopped there one night to do some shopping and met this girl Heather who worked there. Ever since then, Christine has been talking about her. You see Christine has this fantasy. She constantly wonders what it would be like turning a sweet innocent girl into our little plaything. Now we really didn't think that we'd ever meet anyone to make that fantasy come true, but it was nice dreaming about it.

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Jackie had always considered herself an open-minded fairly uninhibited woman. At five foot nine, she could have easily gone into modeling, with both a face as well as a shape for doing just that. Long auburn hair falling well past her shoulders, aqua blue eyes that looked sometimes green if she happened to wear that particular color, and full sensual lips that more than one person had actually commented on.

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The holidays had been impossible as far as them getting together with each other with out of town guests and family around at both of their homes. Added to that was that both of them were also traveling out of town during this period. This all added up to frustration for both and a period of weeks where their only method of keeping in touch was e-mail or v-mail.

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My name is Erin, and I'm going to tell you about my first anal experience – well, actually my first four anal experiences! It happened last year after had just turned 18 and was a junior in high school and dating a guy named Kevin. It all started on the bus rides home from our volleyball games. We girls would get to talking and eventually the conversation would always turn to sex.

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I had been divorced for about a year before I went to my first singles get together. It was held at a local bar and restaurant in town. The bar was closed to others and only those that attended the singles meeting were allowed in. I did not know what to expect since I had never been to one of these meetings, however I needed a break from the normal bar scene.

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I've always had a desire to try anal sex. I don't know what's caused this, but ever since I first saw it in a porno when I was a teen I knew I wanted to do it at least once. It's always seemed like a very intimate thing. It takes a lot of faith from a woman to allow a man to do something like that since it's so easy for him to hurt her. And he needs respect and honor that. This is not something where you just flip her over and ram it home. It has to be worked up to and taken slowly. For me, it is the ultimate in trust.

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It is a very hot summer day – over 90 degrees. The air is very thick and humid. The only relief to be found is near a water source. I happen to know of a semi-private swimming hole at a river near a waterfall. I'm Nicki, by the way. I dress in my favorite Bright orange string bikini top and matching thong (It shows off my tan). My long brown locks are pulled up in a high ponytail on top of my head. I grab my beach bag and head out to the river.

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"I can't believe you're making me do this," Natalie said as she stood on the hotel balcony at three a.m. with the wind blowing through her strawberry-blonde hair. Her eyes scanned the parking lot, and though she didn't see any signs of life, someone down in the darkness would be a lot harder to see than she would be on the balcony — dimly lit as it was. She could see the excitement in Gene's eyes as he caressed her shoulder. "You lost the bet fair and square."

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"Then go fuck yourself!" I yelled as I stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door. I was fuming. How dare Matt accuse me of "dragging him away on holiday"? I'd done no such thing. Our holiday in France was supposed to be fun for both of us. Huh! Not likely! Matt had done nothing but complain; he didn't like the food, the beer was too expensive, he couldn't get a Wi-Fi connection. Whinge, whinge, whinge!

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