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Steamy bath water robbed their bodies of all urgencies. Paz Duarte nestled against Ian Abercrombie. He formed a bulky cushion between her and the tub. His lap the plinth which erased their height disparity. When she didn't slump Paz could turn and level her hazel eyes with his.

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She stood in the kitchen, looking at the aftermath of the "cookout". Most of the mess was disposable and she disposed of it. But all that cut-up fruit needed to be put away, so she resigned herself to the task and started placing it back in containers to be put in the refrigerator. She had spent a couple of hours cutting up peaches, bananas, grapes, plums, and strawberries, so her guests could have daiquiris or sangria, or whatever they wanted to make the party more festive.

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Wear trousers, get fucked. A simple equation, but it worked for Emily. Jeans were a possible, as long as they were tight-fitting. Her baggy cords were a probably not, unless he hadn't seen her for a while. But the black trousers were a near-certainty. There was nothing amazingly 'fuck me' about them, they were just plain black, close-fitting polyester trousers, but Emily knew how much they turned Jamie on. If she wore them, and he saw her wearing them, he simply couldn't keep his hands off her.

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There was no doubting her good looks, perhaps early forties, trim and taut. She moved with a natural grace that was obviously deliberate. He tried not to look but found himself stealing glances in her direction. Once or twice he thought she might have noticed but if she did, she gave no sign of having done so. It was 10.30pm, the hotel bar was empty and he plucked up the courage to go over and start a conversation. She accepted the offer of a drink and they exchanged the usual social pleasantries. Her name was Helen, she did not have to work and spent much of her time travelling.

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On this hot and steamy Midwest summer evening, Alex was scheduled to meet his lover, Lori on the outskirts of the town in which she lived. There's a motel just over the town line where she thought she could get away from her life for a few hours to make love with him.

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I am a raging panty freak. I have been using dirty worn panties to jerk off with since I discovered my mother's hamper at the age of 14. The silkier the better and none of those little thongs, they have to be full cut, or they do nothing for me. It must be because full cut nylon panties were all my mother wore and they are what I cut my teeth on, so to speak.

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Friday night my wife Dawn came home with a cold. Saturday, I woke up already feeling ill, stuffy head, scratchy throat, etc. Needless to say, we weren't in the mood for sex! Fast foreword to Tuesday when we were a bit better, though the cold was a stubborn one. The sore throats were hanging on. At dinner my wife was eating olives, and mentioned how good the saltiness felt on her throat.

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Before I continue with my story I will introduce you to myself. My name is Alan and I am forty three years old. I have been married to Pam for twenty years now and we are both happy with each other. We have never had any children. This year Pam turned forty and still looks great. She has dark brown hair which she cuts short in a bob which curves in to the nape of her neck.

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He glanced up from his computer when he heard the commotion just outside his open door; his eyes shifted to the clock and noted the time. "Fifteen minutes late," he mumbled to himself. He watched her sauntering in, reciting good morning greetings to her fellow coworkers, their faux smiles and un-cordial greetings in return, falling on deaf ears and blind eyes.

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I was nineteen (about three years ago) when I had my first real life experience testing my foot fetish. I had been aware of my fetish since I was in middle school, always looking under the table at girl's feet. The older I got the stronger the fetish became. I had a couple girlfriends in high school but had never had the courage to tell them about my fetish.

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