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I haven't felt it in a long time. When you're with someone for six years the spark kind of dies down into a little ash-covered coal. If you're lucky it won't blow out entirely. So I'm attached in a rather permanent way… I know I shouldn't be feeling this. I shouldn't be playing. I didn't mean for it to happen; it started out so innocent. But I can't help it. There's just something about him that hooks me, claws digging into my flesh, into my brain.

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I guess it was only a matter of time before something like this happened to me. I should start off by saying that I love women, I always have and I imagine I always will. But at the same time, part of me has been attracted to men since I was a teenager. I had a few drunken make outs with various guys, and once got brave enough to just graze a friend's dick with my hand, but nothing serious. That said, gay porn has also turned me on, and I think I knew somewhere inside that if I did something more serious with a man, I would enjoy it.

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When I and my wife divorced, I went my way and she went hers. She had her problems, mostly a lack of veracity, commitment and fidelity. I got an apartment and licked my wounds. I wondered if there was something wrong with me. My ex-wife was the only relationship that lasted longer than a year. And it was over before it was over, if you know what I mean.

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"Three weeks? You've got to be kidding!" Mark couldn't believe it. "Yea, I know, I can't believe I got the time off," Deacon replied. "You know how Howle can be. But he's making me do a few hours of stock taking tomorrow, which is the most boring job in the universe!" "Hah, you can't speak shit about him now! He is your new God," Mark laughed. "This is gonna be so great - no parents, no girlfriends, no responsibilities; three whole weeks of men behaving badly!"

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The following story is informed by real experience, but borrows liberally from long held fantasies and the promise of more. It is the first session of a D/s couple that will be followed by several more before their relationship reaches its peak. * It wasn't the most gradual start to a relationship, Jack mused as he shook hands with the dark-eyed receptionist who had given him directions with an easy smile and seemingly genuine good cheer.

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It brought it all back to me but I never guessed anything like this would happen. Anyway you may have read Carl's first hand account of being caught with his pants down. Yea and that's an understatement. Anyway it was two years since I went on that biking holiday with Bobby and I had almost given up ever being able to fulfil what began that evening in the youth hostel.

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I took a last look around the house. It looked okay; neat but lived-in. I glanced at the clock and thought that Andy should be here soon. I was surprised how nervous I felt. My mom and sister had gone away for the weekend, leaving me alone to mind the house. I was going to have a small get-together with some friends--order some pizza and watch a few movies and listen to some music; drink some beer and smoke some weed--but then in the last few days one after another other things came up and they had to pull out. All except Andy.

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I had never done anything like this before. I had fantasized about it many times, but I never seemed to meet any guy that lived up to my fantasies.

Until Adam.

I was meeting friends at an upscale club, so I was dressed in a suit. I decided to eat at a restaurant before meeting them and Adam was my waiter. When he came to ask me for my order, he practically melted on the floor. He lisped slightly.

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Elijah I didn't want to fall for Damien too hard. But I couldn't help it. I'd been nursing a crush on his delicious body for weeks. Then he saved me and cared for me and now I was well on the way to being in love. And after that kiss by the river... I felt like I was glowing, like I was happier than I had ever been.

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I looked down between my shoes. I could see a candy wrapper and an empty firecracker casing floating in the dirty puddle between them. I reached down and picked them up, tossing them into an empty bag with the few kernels of kettle corn that I hadn't finished.

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