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I was awake and standing in a crouch beside my bed before I really knew why. My hand was on the electronic lock on top of the gun safe and I was already punching buttons when I heard the pounding on my front door. When you live in the woods, pounding on the door usually means a neighbor in trouble, but the hair on my arms was standing up, and over the years on battlefields both wild and urban, I'd learned to trust my body when it moved into that kind of a primal response.

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Valerie Nicholls had found her motivation to work out regularly. His name was Connor, and he owned the gym that was incongruously tucked away behind an upscale European furniture store in what most people probably assumed was an area of tony shops and places where you paid four dollars for a small pastry that was wrapped up for you to take away in a small box tied with a ribbon. At forty-two, Valerie had been divorced for six years and was content enough with her situation not to settle for less than what she wanted and needed in a mate.

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I was 18 when I first had sex with a man. This is the story.... I am a very hot looking guy. I say that knowing that some may consider me vain, or arrogant, but over the years I have had so many women and men tell me how fine I am, that I know it is true. I am 35, blond and blue eyed, 6'1," 180lbs, with a tan athletic body and a 7" beautiful cock. I have been dressing up as a sexy girl ever since I was 18 years old and had my first experience with a man. The following is how it all started...

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Saturday Morning, 11:30 a.m. I just had a real hot date with a young man named Christopher. He lives right in the next town over from me, in Asbury Park, and he took the train here, took him 15 minutes from his house. I picked him up at the train station for our first meeting. When he got in my car, I was taken aback for a second by his stunningly-handsome face. His trim 5'9" frame was hidden under a heavy fleece cotton jacket.

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I know you've heard this before, it seems far too many stories start out this way, but this really is a true story. Only the names have been changed.. This is a story about a man I know, a man who has become very useful to me and one who changed my life in some small way. First let me introduce myself. My name is Pepper. I am middle aged now but in my younger days I was quite the beauty.

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My wife and I are both on our mid forties. Unusually she was a virgin when I married her, and I had very little sexual experience with other partners. We have two children who have recently left home, so the house is unusually empty, and we now have more time to spend with each other. We both come from quite conservative backgrounds and although we enjoyed quite a healthy sex life we are both aware that by some people's standards it could be classed as very boring.

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It was a Saturday night and my wife said, “I want you to take me to one of those movie/peep shows with you. The ones where you jerk off while you watch the movie. I want to go with you.” “Why?” I asked. “Because I want to see what you like about them. You could watch a porno movie here and jerk off, why do you go there?” She had asked me about them before and had always wondered.

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We were five satiated, sleek bitches filing into the bathroom, drunk on orgasms and a little weak at the knees. And it was all my doing. See, there's nothing I like as much as arranging little dyke orgies for a gaggle of foxy babes like myself, good-lookers who know how to turn on a slut and make her pussy steam and her clit swell! Here we all were in the bathroom now, five ultra-feminine lipstick lesbians who had just spent the last couple of hours getting each other off with hot lips, wet tongues, eager fingers, and plenty of nasty toys.

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With the extra money I have been earning lately I decided to go snowboarding with a few friends. They had found a really good deal to Lake Tahoe, staying in a catered chalet with lift passes included. We flew from Manchester airport early on the Saturday morning, and after changing flights at Chicago we arrived in San Francisco late afternoon.

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Who was Betty & why did she think I was her prey? Earlier that night a woman in glasses came down to my end of the bar to buy some smokes from the machine -- I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she knew I was watching her because she studiedly refused to glance my way.

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