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21st September “Come on Steve, we’ll lose time on the court.” Steve was being harangued as usual by Nicky for leaving her with the two children to feed and put to bed. I’d only known Steve and Nicky for three months. In that short time, Steve and I had discovered a mutual interest in squash. We’d become good friends, and it seemed that we’d known each other forever. Steph, my wife, had met Nicky at school functions.

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My name is Jack. I drive a pickup truck. I am not a redneck; I don't have a gun rack or naked woman silhouette mud flaps or a winch on the front. I am just a regular guy who, at 6'4", 230 lbs, happens to be too tall to fit in a Honda. Of course this also means that I am everybody's best friend when it comes time to move. Being the nice guy that I am, and perhaps a sucker for a pretty face, which has meant that I have helped dozens of people move, some good friends and some, people I barely knew.

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Walking from the elevator I reread the address that I was given last week. I found myself on a row of professional looking offices, and while I could not imagine where I had thought that this practitioner might work, the deep pile carpet of the corridor had a soothing effect on my nerves and spirits. It was a long corridor and at last I came to an oak door with no identification other than a copper plate bearing the legend "Maxwell Diagnostic Center."

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I stand back, admiring the view before me. You lay, sprawled on your stomach, in a spread-eagle position, completely open, completely vulnerable. Each wrist and ankle is tied securely to a bed post with a length of red silken rope. Although the knots are tied tightly, and you are unable to escape, with a quick tug, each rope will come free in an emergency.

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She sat on the front porch swing, one long leg curled under her, the other pressed against the worn wooden boards of the porch, idly swinging herself back and forth as the sun's rays spread across the old house, bathing her and it in a fiery glow. The peach in her hand seemed to shimmer, as did the juice that ran down her chin when she took a hearty bite. She swiped at it with a finger and laughed, happy because he was on his way home.

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The water from the shower rinsed away the last bit of shaving cream from my lower stomach and upper thighs. My nether region was shaved bald and completely smooth with the anticipation that I would later ask my wife to take me into her mouth. She preferred that I stay clean shaven on all areas that she enjoyed kissing, so I did my best to keep her happy.

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We hadn't seen each other for a month. I had been away on business, he was starting a new job, so we were both busy, stressed out, and generally negligent of our relationship. My lover flew up to meet me and help me drive back home. Since he was very busy at his new job, he only had one day off that week, so I drove my packed car to the airport, picked him up, and we started the eight-hour drive home.

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Mike lowered his binoculars and pushed the throttle forward to the maximum. It would be an exaggeration to say his battered cabin cruiser surged ahead. A large cloud of black smoke and a backfire burst from the exhaust, the ancient hull vibrated, slowly the revs mounted and the inappropriately named "Queen of the Waves" lurched and protested as the speed built up to 15 knots.

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The remote control went crashing to the floor taking with it two glasses of red wine right onto the white carpet. The new white carpet nonetheless. Christina freaked out and quickly had to separate her lips from Andrew's and remove her hand from inside his pants. "Oh, shit!" She cried out in horror. Her mother would just kill her is she saw a huge red stain on the rug. Andrew sat up but considering the state of his swollen balls it was hard for him to move.

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The problem with being the kind of girl you bring home to mom is that boys don’t want to really fuck the potential future mother of their children. Sure, they’ll make love to you, but there really are times when a girl wants to be slammed into, spanked, and told nasty things. Save the respect for the living and dining rooms, but in the bedroom…

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