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Class. Math class. So boring. Who would have thought that I'd have to pay fucking $20 grand a year to take shit I hoped I'd never see after high school? No one said, "Hey Susan, when you get into college, you're gonna spend the first two years taking shitty ass math courses and doing trigonometry problems just for shits and giggles. Enjoy university!" Why the fuck not, I ask? I'd have blown this shit off so fast, I'd be-

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My best friend Lara arranged a double blind date for us. We were meeting for drinks at some ultra trendy bar and then if all went well we would head over to an equally trendy club. I was all for it until I found out that the dates were made over the Internet. No photos were exchanged, no phone conversation has occurred. I was pissed at Lara. Our safety was in jeopardy because she had not had the foresight to check up on the guys.

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Nic was the most adorable guy I'd ever met. He was so shy and quiet around girls he liked which was a sharp contrast to how social and animated he was with his platonic friends. If you didn't know him, from his behavior you'd think he didn't like the very girls he liked. I was one of those girls who didn't know it, and I thought he ignored me because he disliked me.

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"I'm having stupid thoughts." "Like what?" "Like that Tom's seeing someone else." "What? Surely not." Amy nodded, stepping away from the coffee machine. "But, he's not like that." Kay said, inserting her coins for a cup of her own. "You've got your paws on one of the decent ones."

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I loved the feeling of Ian's tongue on my clit. The man was an oral sex god! The first time we'd fucked, he'd gone down on me like my pussy was the best meal he'd ever had. Every time since, his tongue action had gotten better. I just wished I could see him more often; if it wasn't for his job, which kept him busy almost a hundred hours a week, I would have dragged the man into bed and stayed there permanently.

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I wanted to be taken by her. But it had to be done right. Damn it, if I was going to be fucked in the ass by my girlfriend, the least she could do was buy me dinner! We set a date. Friday night. Dinner. Drinks. Seduction. She could have her way with me, but only if she seduced me first. I got home from work first. She came home while I was in the shower.

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As I sit on the bed, I watch you pour the wine, large glasses full to the brim, passing one to me you watch as I drink it all in one go, you now know what I want, and what you will get. Slipping your hand up my legs to the tops of my black lace hold up stockings you slowly pulled each one from my body. I stand up and closed my eyes as I let you strip me, turning my body slowly round so that you could see every inch, then watch as I fill then drink yet another glass of wine as you strip.

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Rather than be happy about her promotion as she'd expected, Andres seemed frustrated and offered only a casual grin and weak hug at the announcement. She didn't look into it at first, she was still overwhelmed with the news herself but by the end of the evening she could see why so many women that made it to partner had been single. Men don't take well to the competition. Threatens their fragile male ego, she supposed.

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The heel of my boot clacked against the porcelain tiles of the outdoor bar as I stepped off of the small stage. I had just butchered a karaoke version of Friends in Low Places and was on my way back to my beer. My friends jeered as they signed up for their turn to do the same to some other unsuspecting classic of a tune. We were lit and having a blast. It was the kind of fun that attracted attention and made others want to join in.

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Their special night finally arrived. Lisa had been looking forward to this all her life. Actually, she had been looking forward to finding the right man all her life. Lisa was a romantic. She didn't mind admitting it. She wasn't embarrassed by it. She cried so terribly much during all of the romantic movies. Of course she cried when Rose lets go of Jack's hand, when Nickie sees the painting on Terry's wall, and when Annie finds the backpack (and Sam soon arrives to get it).

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