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Thursday August 14th started like any other day. My morning commute to work was uneventful, and the day itself was slow. My job as a financial analyst in mid-town Manhattan keeps me pretty busy, arriving early and usually leaving late. Most days I do not get to leave until 7:00 pm or so, but this day turned out differently.

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I was about 22 and a relationship with a girl had just broke before summer. So I spent a week alone in Ibiza. My hotel was near the capital of the island and Ibiza is quite well known in Europe for wild parties and hot clubs and discos. At the beginning I was not in the mood for going to that kind of crowded clubs and rather read a book in my hotel after having some dinner.

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The next morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed, carefully covered to keep me warm, with the remains of the wig I had been wearing the night before placed on one of the corner posts of the bed. The plastic hairs that we had cut and mangled were cleanly swept up into a pile. I inched my way to the edge of the bed, and climbed out into the chilly morning air. The briskness of it instantly caused my nipples to stiffen, forming hard, naked peaks on my chest.

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The sky was overcast with dark grey clouds. Surprisingly it wasn't muggy, there was a cool breeze that whistled through the window I had left open all night. I live alone on the second floor of a seven story building in the heart of a metropolitan city in the north of Germany. My cock was stiff as it usually is when I wake-up. I woke-up to my hand already stroking it. My foreskin sliding up and down my shaft, pre-cum oozing out of the hole.

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I'd been waiting for Chase to come home all day so when the clock on the wall said three past five I was ready to explode. I'd been texting him cryptic messages since the morning, little notes that I knew only he could understand but I made sure he wouldn't be able to guess my biggest surprise. I waited on the couch, nonchalantly reading a magazine, loving the way the glossy pages felt against my bare legs.

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The first party since my divorce. Of course it had to be a costume party. Most of the people there would not know me no matter who I came as. Except that new assistant that had joined our company about six months ago. She was the first female I had even wanted to talk to since I had become a single man again. The other people I worked with would usually just leave me alone. The office gossip was that I always stayed in a bad mood and was hard to get along with. The best rumor was that I had turned gay or at least bi-sexual. That made me laugh.

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It is still dark outside when your alarm goes off to wake you to get ready for work. As usual, you hit the snooze button and roll over to enjoy a few more minutes of sleep. Little do you know I woke up feeling a little frisky this morning and you won’t need that snooze button! Quietly, I sneak out of the bed and run into the bathroom for a quick visit before turning off your alarm and hopping back into bed. You are peacefully unaware of how I am going to rock your world this morning.

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Hi! It's me Diana Johnson again. You know, the tiny woman married to that big hunk Bob. Well, some of the readers of my first story (the one which started in the Kitchen) have asked me to write a bit more about our adventures. When I think about it, there is quite a bit to report, and some things moved in a direction I would never have guessed. You may recall that Mum had given me some of the delicate little dresses she made and wore when she was a teenager in the 1960's and 70's.

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"Amputation IS sex, the stump is just the afterglow," Julie told her roommate and dear friend of nearly a year. She sat next to Sara, the left leg over the right, swinging idly back and forth without a foot. Sara was honest with herself. She enjoyed neither hand and a touch of her forearm on tender parts thrilled her greatly.

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Carol had enjoyed playing doctor with me. Enjoyed it? She'd gone ape at the end. And so had I. And then she'd suggested playing nurse. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I was determined to find out. I called her and made an appointment. "Will this be just the regular service?" she asked, "or do you need special treatment?"

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