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It was hot. Really hot. Hot and humid. The kind of hot where it wasn't worth taking a shower because you'd start sweating the moment you turned the water off. It was the kind of hot where you'd break into a sweat putting on your socks. Forget about trying to sleep if you didn't have air conditioning. Tricia and Doug's cabin didn't have air conditioning. None of the other cabins at the tiny resort had air conditioning either, they checked.

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I was bored at home one day, surfing around and chatting on IRC, when I decided to check out the local bi channels. I had been curious for awhile, but was nervous about delving deeper into my bisexual side. I knew that my primary attraction was to women, but the idea of sex with a man also turned me on. I was looking for a couple, with a bi guy, as I wasn't comfortable just meeting up with a guy alone.

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Steve stood behind M, his erect dick sandwiched between her taught thighs, his hands cupping and squeezing her ample breasts as his mouth kissed and bit her neck. His penis was stiff as a board, and he was loving the smooth feeling of his cock pushing between M's thighs from behind, the juices escaping her sopping pussy making the motion glide smoothly as the pair explored each other's bodies, semi-naked on the dance floor.

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I have a new online Master named the Professor, and for my first assignment, he wanted to do an offshoot of the movie, "Driving Miss Daisy", and call it "Driving slut sinnndy". I was to pick my fiancé Billy or my girlfriend Jodi as my driver, and would have three different locations to perform my task. One location was at a shopping mall, the second, a busy street or intersection, and the third, was to be a place of my choosing.

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I sat in my Jacuzzi just opposite the strongest jet in the tub. My legs were slightly parted and my head was tilted back. My eyes closed, and my mind conjuring up thoughts of Rick and all the erotic moments we had shared this past week. Some say that the mind is the most fertile wonderland in which to cultivate sexual satisfaction.

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I was about half way through University when the encounter occurred. It was probably the greatest sexual experience of my life, and one that I will never forget. Let me introduce myself – my name's Hugh, and I was a Sports Science student. I'm about 6ft tall, muscular build, dark hair and eyes. I've always known that girls find me very attractive, and to be perfectly honest, I love it.

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It wasn't so bad that Maria's boyfriend Tim had announced that he wanted to break up, she had sort of expected it. It wasn't even so bad that he had done it two days before her 25th birthday. The part that really made her upset was what he gave as the reason — that for the past year, he had just felt really unlucky about everything in his life, and he felt like making a change would fix that.

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Her husband Alex's car had barely pulled out of the driveway when Michelle Adams' phone rang. She had the day off work today; a substitute was teaching her classes as she had errands she desperately needed to run. She was going to meet Summer after and share a little lunch and maybe some fun. Alex didn't mind if she and Summer hit the sheets on occasion, he liked her auburn-haired girlfriend and their first threesome had been with Summer a few years back on their first anniversary.

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A week ago I received a phone call from an old boyfriend, Kevin, from way back when I was 22. We had gone together for a few years. It was during our relationship that I was seduced by an older woman and became bi-sexual. I eventually told him about my girl friend. He accepted it well, but eventually we drifted apart. He said he was in town for a few days with his wife, and would like to visit, "If that was OK."

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I had worked with Anne for a couple of years and had socialized quite a bit with both she and her husband Patrick at the time. But having left that company, I hadn't seen her for quite a while. It was a very pleasant surprise then to see her as I entered the bar to pass away some time one Friday evening. On seeing me, she ordered me a glass of my favourite wine (great memory) and we began talking.

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