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It's strange how looks can be so deceiving. Take Lola for instance. I had seen her at the same bus stop for the past year. It became a regular for me to honk my horn and wave as I drove past each morning on my way to work. She would return the wave and smile. Lola was a very beautiful middle age woman who always dressed impeccably. I just knew that she must have been some kind of Executive. She always wore what looked to be a very expensive business suit.

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1 The door to his room was ajar, but she knocked anyway, because she didn't want to surprise him, especially if he were in some kind of compromising situation. She heard a distant "Come in!", and she closed the door behind her. "I'm back here," she heard next, and walked back to the bedroom in the suite.

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"...and...sent." I had just e-mailed Beth, a coworker of mine, instructions for a dare I had designed. That girl was a sexual risk taker for sure. I suppose I couldn't blame her though their was something in us both that drove our minds to seek pleasure in risky and extreme situations.

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It was about a year and a half ago, I was sitting in my work truck having a lunch break and leching at any remotely sexy looking female who happened to walk by, fantasizing about kinky sex. Such has been my custom ever since I can remember. At 53 I still had a raging libido and quite simply did not get enough sex to satisfy it. I could still quite easily orgasm two or three times a day.

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The day had been pretty boring at college. I couldn't wait till I got home. I knew today would be the day. Both parents would be gone, and I just received my package in the mail. As if it weren't great enough, tonight was the first night of spring break. My parents wouldn't be gone for only one night, but they were taking a vacation and leaving me home alone to house sit. Being the mature twenty-one year old I am, they trusted me.

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Joseph Roswell was an ordinary boy. He wasn't a jock, the valedictorian, or the cool kid who had the best parties after the football game. He had wanted to be an astronaut or a millionaire or a famous singer when he was little, but he would never be those things.

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You may call me MistressM. Simply Mistress or Ma'am will do as well. At least you may call me that when I ask you to speak, which won't be often, unless I want to hear you beg. Let me explain so your small one-track man-brain can understand. I have a hobby that I very much enjoy -- it's dominating men like you.

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It started out as a fantasy. I'd stumbled across a website that provided an in-depth and intriguing view on the psychology of cuckolding. Originally a 'cuckold' was a man with an unfaithful wife. It was a scornful epithet back in the day. But more recently, it's evolved into a fetish - a fetish often practiced by intellectuals and those looking for more than just the physical parts of being in a relationship.

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Amy was the first girl I ever had sex with. I was kind of a shy guy when it came to women, and I really thought sex was something to be shared with someone special. She was a year older than me, but had taken a year off before starting college, so we were in the same class. Amy was girl next door sexy; nice full breasts, milky white skin and great little ass.

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Well, after their Saturday adventure with some of the Big Foot club members, Tommy and Margaret were wiped out and went straight to bed after taking a nice long hot shower. When they woke up at around noon on Sunday, they started talking about their adventure yesterday. Tommy was so in love with cock that he couldn't get enough and Margaret was a little bit concerned that she had created a monster. Although watching him sucking cock while getting fucked was a huge turn-on for her. She would get wet just thinking about it.

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