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ONE Randi surveyed the large hotel suite as the bellboy took care of her luggage. The room offered two plush queen beds and a large front living area with two leather couches, a wet-bar with a marble top and a gas fireplace. She tipped the belloy handsomely even though she caught him openly leeering at her on numerous occasions. Although in her late forties with two children in school, Randi Boehmon could still turn heads. A petite woman with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes set above high cheekbones, she was oftentimes told that she resembled Kelly Ripa.

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My mind is reeling as I drive to this appointment. I am a middle-aged man and successful in all the ways of life which I value. I have been married to the same woman for twenty years and my wife is my best friend. I adore her and while it would be unfair to say that temptation has not raised it's ugly head, I can say I have not had an affair since I said "I do". Together we have raised our children as the centers of our lives, providing them with whatever we could to make their lives fuller.

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I saw Goody-goody sitting there with his head buried in a book, as we walked into my boyfriend's apartment. I called him Goody-goody, but he was really just my boyfriend's roommate. He was smart, he was shy, and he never took advantage of any of my advances. After that, he became Goody-goody and what I wanted most of all, was to corrupt him, make him bad. Like me.

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"Emily Ralia is the winner!" Announced the referee. Cheers erupted around Emily as her picture was displayed on the big screen, with the words Victor beneath it. She gathered her cards and smiled at her opponent who returned the expression, despite losing the match. It was the national tournament for the card game Voluptus Ludum. The game was introduced five years ago and took the world by storm. With a deck of fifty cards each player uses the creatures and equipment contained within it to destroy the opponents'.

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I was relaxing in the summer sun reading a book while sitting on my deck. It was early evening and the sun was still well above the horizon. It was so relaxing that I almost drifted off to sleep just sitting there. Suddenly I was jerked awake by the shrill ring of my phone.

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Shortly after the incident with the Sabrina and the plumber (see "Drinking Sabs at Uni in Manchester") my sex life with my girlfriend, Suzy picked up a heck of a lot. Sabrina talked with Suzy about what happened. I think the whole thing really turned both girls on. Suzy had always liked it when I went down on her. But I think the idea of me licking cum out of her pussy gave her a massive thrill.

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1. A shudder runs through my body and quickly evolves into an uncontrollable shake. I couldn't turn back now even if I wanted to. Perhaps just five minutes earlier, but not anymore. Her hand is gliding over me and setting every bit of skin it touches on fire. My lust is violently taking control, and she knows it. We both know it. It is not the first time.

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She was on her knees in front of him, looking upwards, naked, seemingly penitent. His head, thirteen inches from his groin, was resting on her pink lower lip, the weight of it making her pout slightly. She looked apprehensive, she was unused to blowjobs and she didn't really know what to do. He was expressionless, entirely able to suppress the swell of excitement and power that was growing in every fibre of his body.

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Must Love Dogs -- that's what the ad had said, and I do love dogs. But I had no idea that those three words would unlock the door to the strangest sexual adventure of my life. At the time, the sentence that had really caught my eye was the next one: "Only women need apply." I was no equal rights lawyer, but I was pretty sure employers couldn't discriminate based on sex.

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From the moment I read her ad on the message board I was hooked. Here was a woman who loved the thing I loved most. "GS" or Golden Showers for all not so educated. As I felt myself grow hard from just reading her words, I knew I had to contact her. I sat at my desk and the words on the screen blurred. I was transported back to my first time. I had met June in a bar that I frequented.

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