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It was a sunny afternoon. she had been lying in the sun, drinking in the warmth. He loved to watch her as He worked with His roses. Every once in a while He looked over at His pet, so proud of her, lying there in only a thong, her body glistening in the sun. Occasionally, she would take the spray bottle and sprits herself, sending a cool shiver over her body, making her luscious nipples firm up.

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She'd been planning this day for weeks. He didn't celebrate holidays much, just marked the time passing. But she meant to change that. Holidays should be special, she mused happily. Valentine's Day especially! It's the perfect day to celebrate being alive and in love, a day to enjoy! He'd had to work that morning, but the evening she intended to be devoted only to him.

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Cara was just sliding the tight-fitting gold spandex skirt down her hips when the doorbell rang. She gasped and looked at the clock. It was already 8:00! In a rush to answer the door, she grabbed the gold headpiece and armbands to her costume and slapped them on as she hurried down the stairs.

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The eMail surprised me, to say the least. I had been posting erotic, sexy stories on the Internet into an old "usenet newsgroup," a system that doesn't even really exist anymore. On occassion, I received comments about my stories, many of them complimentary, and gratifying.

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It all started in the summer of 1998, back in Cairns, Australia. Marriage is a fickle thing, and mine had fallen apart over perceived jealousy and the fact that she just wasn't meant for me, or maybe I wasn't meant for her. It didn't really matter any more, she gathered her things on a Saturday morning, called her parents, they came to pick her up, and that was it. I never saw her again, and the only conversations I had were short and angry with her wanting nothing more to do with me.

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The two of them slept in. It had been a late night, and the day promised to stretch out before them. The extra sleep would do them both good. And the bliss of laying wrapped in each other's arms had its own attraction that was difficult to overcome. Tim opened a bleary eye to look at the clock and the glowing electric 11:12.

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She dresses in her usual attire: a white button up blouse undone to just the top of her cleavage; a black skirt and matching blazer; black, sheer stockings, and black pumps. Her make up is done in a professional manner finished nicely with red lipstick. Her red hair is done up in a bun with wispy stray hairs hanging down on the side and in back.

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Would today be the day? Saturday morning was cool and crisp, and the woods were full of sweet, late-summer smells, and bright sun shimmered off the dew that decorated every living thing. She walked ahead of me, her movement hinting of beauty concealed in loose-fitting flannel shirt and baggy slacks.

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Karen drove slowly towards the party, she was apprehensive, even though she had been the driving force behind it happening at all. She'd known that all the women were aware of the others, but he was the only thing that they really had in common. Would it be enough? A party. Scheduled on the Saturday night before his birthday made it a birthday party she guessed. She chuckled at the thought. It would certainly be a surprise party.

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You walk straight through the hotel reception and head over to the elevators. Pushing the button you wait for it to arrive. You are wearing the tight blue jeans red hoodie that you know I like. Underneath is the black underwear from one of the pictures you sent me when we first started talking to each other.

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