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Needing a break from things, I treated myself to a weekend in a luxury hotel on the coast. Arriving on Friday afternoon, I showered and dressed and went down to the lounge. It was quiet. Looking for company and some holiday fun, I left the hotel and strolled down the main street of the town, enjoying the warm evening air. There was music coming from a run-down looking pub and I went in. The bar was crowded and there was a band playing in the lounge. This was more like it.

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It all started back in high school, or maybe before that. Too much sitting around reading and watching TV and not enough exercise led to Nancy's being overweight. By the time she arrived in college, she had resolved to shed some of those extra pounds. She went on a diet, then another; soon most of the pounds dropped away. But, no matter how much flab vanished from her body, her rear remained large, round, and soft.

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"You want to do what you were talking about?" I didn't understand what my wife Carrie was talking about at first. Or at second, for that matter. She was lying next to me on the bed, her head turned away, as I re-read the latest boy wizard book in an attempt to lull myself to sleep.

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I'd gotten in from the airport around 4pm and been greeted by an empty house—the message on the machine said my roommate wouldn't be home until the following afternoon. I had just enough time to shower, shave, and throw on some clothes before I hear the knock on the door. As I get to the bottom of the steps, I can smell her perfume. I can always tell when it's her on the other side of the door. For a moment I realize I've forgotten what she looks like, it's been a few months, but the smell is familiar enough.

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I was just a year younger than my sister was when she went off to college, she was 19 and I was 18, a senior in high school. After all the years of sibling fighting and scraping, we began to get along pretty well by that time. Though I always thought I'd be thrilled when she left, the truth was I missed her. It was still nice having another kid at home, so my parents didn't laser beam in on me.

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It all started, as it normally does, as I had time on my hands. It was five thirty. I had dropped the kids off at the swimming baths and was sat at the kitchen table, with a cup of tea, trying to figure out how to work my new mobile phone. It had so many features and I have so little technical know how. Just as I had gone through a list of twenty different ring tones my phone bleeped, vibrated and jingled -- apparently a text had arrived.

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I consider myself not a bad looking guy, with full dark brown hair and about 5' 10" tall. I'm lean from all the triathlon training and obviously fit. I have no trouble conversing with the ladies and have a few female friends, both at work and at the Triathlon club. But because of my daytime job and triathlon training I have never found time to fit in a relationship or find the right girl. Perhaps it's also because I'm a little kinky and the girl I'm looking for is not easy to find.

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What can I say? I love anal! I really do! I don't even know how I grew to love it. It just happened. I remember seeing it for the first time in a video and thinking it was interesting. Before I knew it though, it was in every other video I watched. I mean, I love regular fucking as well, but there's an animal quality to anal that pussy fucking can't seem to reach. Think of a woman's vagina and you're thinking of something sacred.

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Carolyn was a slut. I don’t like to use the word, but it fit her perfectly. She had a reputation in high school for giving it up to any guy who wanted it, but as far as I could tell not many guys claimed to have taken her up on it. She had an older sister who had graduated the year before, and the stories about her were even more widespread (pardon the pun) so I suspected that some of it was hand-me-down reputation.

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When I was 25, I hit a pretty rough patch in my life. In one week, I lost my job, and the girlfriend who I was in love with broke up with me. I wasn’t making any progress on my novel, and I didn’t know how I was going to make the rent. I felt like my world had fallen apart around me. My older sister and her husband lived in an old farmhouse in Ohio. There was plenty of space, they said, they were only using two of the five bedrooms;

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