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Amy wasn't exactly the dominatrix type, in fact she was a very shy 'girl next door'. She loved sex, but never initiated it, nor did she ever express any fantasies. Even if she wanted something in particular (sexually-speaking), she would never say it, instead she'd wait for me to figure it out and offer. Even oral sex -- which she absolutely loved -- she could not bear to ask for.

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Her heart started leaping in her chest as she turned into his driveway, the full throaty throb of the Ducati between her legs vibrating rhythmically as she let it roll up the gravel to the front of his house. As she shut the dark black machine down, she heard the sweet silence of her surroundings for the first time and took off her helmet to look around.

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She had been my friend for years. We had watched each other grow up. We took baths together, compared breasts and traded clothes. She was my best friend. We were so close, that she asked me to do something for her she was scared to let her boyfriend do. Fuck her in the ass for the first time.

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For as long as I can remember, I've been an ass man. Not that I fail to appreciate the beauty of a slender leg or plump breast and taut nipple. Far from it. But ever since I was a teenager, stroking my cock to the glossy images in girlie magazines, the primary object of my desire has been the soft, peachy fullness of a woman's bottom.

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Bruce lay back on his bed and contemplated his days work, his deal for support services to the Saudi government had been accepted, guaranteeing Bruce a bonus of over $250,000 and bringing $5 m into his company. He reflected on the major aspects of the negotiations, proving the quality of the services offered and the ability of the individuals involved. He wondered what would have happened if he had taken the advice of his MD, Stuart Chambers, to provide the Saudi's with the services of call girls during their visits to London.

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"Hi I'm Steve." The girl looked up quickly and turned slightly away, hands defensively covering her middle. She needn't have bothered. I had always liked curvy girls and when I had come around the corner of the narrow overgrown trail that led down the hillside to the secluded beach I had stopped to admire her.

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I descended the stairs smelling the watermelon body spritz, and watching the glitter from the spray sparkling on my arms. I felt sexy and sensual as I entered the living room. My black high heels clicked on the hard wood floors and I felt my skirt swish against my thighs. The lights twinkled on the Christmas tree, reflecting off the tinsel on the tree. The angel draped in white and gold glowed atop the tree. I circled the room, lighting the candles one by one.

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Nan and I met a few years ago. She was recently cast in a play I wrote and directed. I was immediately taken in by her intelligence, her poise, and her ass. She was an excellent actress in a minor role and outshone many of her cast mates by her talent, as well as her looks. She was tall, 5'9" or so, Her long, dark auburn hair framed her translucent face and soulful blue eyes beautifully. I was arrogant and she was playful.

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I hear the hiss and screech of another train arriving at the platform down below the main level of Alewife station, the end of the Red Line. A metallic smell rises up the stairs on the gust of hot air displaced by its arrival. The doors open with a whoosh, and the clamor of passengers starts up the stairs and the escalator. My stomach clenches as the first faces come into view and the travelers file toward the turnstiles. The Saturday afternoon herd is thin, so it's easy to dismiss the men who come up from the platform: not alone, too short, dark hair, headed straight for the door.... The process of elimination continues until it's clear to me that that was not your train.

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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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