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Rob entered the bar apprehensively. It was warm and lively. He had never done anything like this before. What was he thinking? He had a very strong urge to return to his room for a quiet evening of reading. But he promised and a promise is a promise. Although he could just tell ... NO! That would not be right.

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My husband and I live in a high-rise apartment in our mid-western city. Our neighbors in the next apartment are also a married couple, a little younger than we are. We have a lot in common, and we have become close friends. I don't want to use names, not even first names, because you never know who might read this. The woman next door has a job that requires a lot of travel, and she is out of town every other week. My husband also travels for business, and sometimes they are out of town at the same time.

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At the stable where I keep my horse there is a small upstairs area with a lounge. One night while I was at the stable alone, Lori and her boyfriend show up. Lori is very dedicated to her horse and wanted to check up on her. Not wanting to interfere, I quietly sneaked up to the upstairs lounge to wait for them to leave. I know Lori well enough to say hello, but frankly I'm not much interested. She has that hot, blonde girl attitude where she thinks she's better than the rest of us.

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"I've got something extraordinary planned for our anniversary," Laurie whispered to me. I grunted -- unable to think of anything but the next thirty seconds as her oiled hands slowly made another roundtrip up and down my cock. "I'm about to come," I said, hoping she would speed up. But instead Laurie pulled her hand away and said, "You will come in a week, on our anniversary. But I need your pump to be primed for our special night."

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Do you want to know what I've been thinking this morning? I've been imagining what it would be like to examine you. Maybe I'd be your doctor. Maybe you'd come to my office for an examination. I'd have you disrobe and lie on the examination table. I'd pull on rubber gloves and gently fondle your scrotum, feeling your balls for any trouble. I'd touch your cock, pulling it lightly, probing your urethra with a fingertip.

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I marched to the elevator and pressed the down button, mumbling to myself, "Fucking company." As I descended to the 2nd floor I became even more incensed. Cheap fucking foreign labor was going to ruin a good company. Hopefully it wouldn't take me down with it. After talking with the sysadmins I needed to get out of the building. There was nothing I could do for 4 hours.

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"Mmmmmmmmmm" Kris moaned in her sleep as she rolled over to bury her head into the pillow. The sun was shinning through the blinds which gave the room a romantic glow to it in the morning. The soft sound of the radio playing in the background was playing to wake her up slowly and comfortably.

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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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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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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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