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Mark decided that it was better late than never. He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. Kristin was already up and had the coffee on. The warm, delicious aroma scented the entire room. He sat down at the table and reached for the paper. He opened it but was not interested in reading it. His mission this week was to watch Kristin, look for signs.

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"Well, did you fuck her?" Glenda asked her husband as he slipped in the front door. Henry jerked and turned as his wife spoke and flipped on the lamp next to her chair. "Uh.... Well.... Uh...." He stammered and then grinned as he saw his wife was naked. "Yes. Yes, I did." Glenda whimpered softly and shifted in the chair.

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One of the great things about being in this relationship has always been our compatibility in kink, and willingness to explore. Sometimes it is not so much new territory as it is going deeper into already familiar areas. This is the story of a deeper knowledge. Scening with this man has always been delicious. I know him; know his body, all his secret thoughts and fantasies.

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"Babe...let's get going in like five minutes..." the statement ended with a sigh as Master leaned into my bathroom. I turned and flashed him a sly smile, mascara still in hand. "Maybe like ten?" I bit my lower lip and blinked rapidly a few times, "Sir?" the last word was a sultry whisper and I saw it unravel him just slightly.

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The pub was crowded, which was only to be expected since Alice was pretty popular, and the music was way too loud for me. Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Caroline. I'm 23 years old and blonde with a nice figure, by which I mean it is the right shape, just not toned. My breasts are a reasonable 36B and my height about 5'7".

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Kathy stood for a moment, looking around her, all her senses alert. Her ears open to the crunch, crunch sound, maybe a hint of his manly smell, a glimpse of his black coat. She had been here for over an hour, time had dragged and now she was buzzing to see ' the man'. That's all she knew about him, a man who roamed the woods as eloquently as she did.

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Orin watched them bring her in, her gate strong and angular as if she were use to flying rather than walking. She wore a fitted garment of every shade of blue imaginable from the darkest night to the brightest sky. It flared at her hips falling to the floor in a peacock type fashion. Orin knew that her master called her Lady Bird, and that he took delighted in treating her as her namesake. Orin had been invited to watch her dance, a privilege reserved for only the highest of guild Masters.

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We'd spoken for so long without meeting that it was incredibly odd to have such specific and naughty images of a relative stranger. It threw common etiquette out the window. In meeting Heather, the point that worried me the most was the manners. How intimate is appropriate? A folder of her in every imaginable pose and posture—full tits, luscious ass, dripping pussy, strong legs—rested on my hard drive.

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An intruder enters Julia’s bedroom through the open window, he wears an old-style hockey mask to hide the lower part of his face, black leather gloves and black combat trousers with a black t-shirt. He steps slowly into her wardrobe and pulls the door closed without letting catch click into place. Patient and silent, he waits.

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Long day at work, she thought to herself, taking a swig of diet coke and placing it back into the cupholder. Road signs, stop lights, and pedestrians blurred past her as she drove home. She was already planning out her evening, starting by taking off her shoes, dropping her bag, and immediately making herself a very tall scotch—on the rocks, of course.

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