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As we sat at one end of a long, brown, wooden pew of our newest church my wife had dragged me to my mind wandered to the organist's long legs. Peggy, my wife of twenty years, was the religious one of us two. I made no bones about the fact that I was not and reminded her of it often enough. I went with her to the churches she picked out as a marital courtesy.

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I was one of the lucky ones. After catching me on the living room couch, wearing a pair of her panties jacking off, my wife was not only cool with me wearing them, she actually really got into it. Even going as far as throwing out all but one pair of my boxer shorts and taking me shopping, on a regular basis for new panties.

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Well, having one of your usual Saturday afternoon writer's blocks, I see... to divert your attention and pass the time, I offer you a playful suggestion...be my submissive. You have alluded to some interest in S&M in the past, but we have never forayed that direction. Heh...you have forgotten how cunning and playfully-evil I can be, particularly in light of boredom. Boredom breeds mischief.

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I began looking to meet women online in my early twenties when I discovered I had a fetish for women who smoked. I don't understand why I have the fetish, as I do not smoke or care to be around people who do, but I find myself completely aroused when I see a hot woman smoking in a very sexy way. The way a woman lights, holds, draws and blows the smoke all plays a factor on how excited and how hard my cock gets.

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Sitting on the bed, half aroused and anticipating the arrival of my lover, I heard a small knock on the hotel room door. I rose to answer it and my arousal increased at the sight of my beautiful girlfriend looking seductively at me. As our eyes met, I reached for her and drew her inside, closing the door behind her.

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My ex-girlfriend Tori and I dated for five years, and we had an interesting sex life during that time. She had a thing for kink, which I happily indulged in as well, but one particular encounter sticks out in my mind. We had a great time that day. We went to dinner and a movie, walked around the mall for an hour or so, and browsed the local bookstore. All the while we kept shooting each other flirtatious glances. I could tell, from experience, that she was in the mood for something, and I hoped she was picking up the same signals from me.

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Sam was at his desk at work, reading a very sexy story on Literotica. He hadn't masturbated for a couple days so his cock was rock hard. He couldn't resist unzipping his pants and freeing his erection from its confines. As he read on, he stroked himself slowly. His mind was deep in the story when his office door flew open. Melinda.

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I went to a strip club for the first time not long after I started college. I'd turned 18 over the summer, and there was a club near our campus that didn't serve booze, meaning for one that I could get in, and for two that the girls could dance completely nude. I was curious about it the first time I heard, and when the student loan checks came in, I suggested to my roommate, Tom, that we take a little cash and go check it out. He was as eager as I was, and so one Friday afternoon we went.

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I’d been working as a freelance consultant for a long while, and I had gotten into a really messy financial situation, thanks to the downturn in the software sector. Being around forty didn’t help me in finding a stable job, and I was almost desperate when I received an offer through an old friend.

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I'm sitting in the black leather chair as usual. The leather cool against my thighs. I'm dressed in a very short black skirt, a skintight low necked black top, black fishnet stockings and the main event: my six inch black shiny stiletto heeled shoes. I cross my legs and swing my foot impatiently, acutely conscious of the light reflecting off my shoe as it makes its arc through the air.

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