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After the first month that Kiki moved into my home, she decided to rent her house and, after some haggling with the association president, did so. Needless to say, it was quickly snapped up, the market in our development was that good. Every Sunday, Kiki had phoned her sister-in-law, Edith, who lived in Pennsylvania.

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It had been steadily snowing since five when my front doorbell rang at ten o'clock one Wednesday evening in February. I opened the door to find a really tall young woman in her mid thirties on my doorstep. "Hi, I'm Joyce Early. I'm the basketball coach at Southeast University and we just had an accident with one of our vans. I'm afraid it's stuck in a snow bank."

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Margaret had long kept quiet about a desire to participate in a threesome with a man and another woman. She was no lesbian, not even really bisexual. But she did like looking at pretty girls, and she thought the site of another, naked pretty girl making love to the same man as her would be highly erotic. And, if she were honets with herself, she found the idea of a few accidental brushes of soft, silky female flesh tantalizing.

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If you’ve read some of my other stories, you know that I’m a Bi-Male, have been trained to cuckold my ex and now my significant other. I also travel and try to meet up with couples from time to time for some great fun. Although I’m not real active on the swinger scene, I try to connect with a local couple once or twice a year when I travel, which is often as much as 15 to 20 weeks per year.

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I moaned loudly as the phone's ringing refused to stop. I rolled twice toward the sound, tossing blankets to the side as I did, and reached up to grab the phone. "Hmmmm?" I voiced into the receiver. "Ms. Calista Holiday?" a deep voice asked. "Yes," I responded. "This is Aidan Conner. I must regretfully inform you of the death of your great-aunt, Faye Michaels." The man's vaguely familiar accent registered, but his words didn't.

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Sitting under the awning next to her truck, Vanille looked down the street and decided that the fair was beginning to wind down. She breathed a sigh of relief both because the long day was over, and because she was going to turn a decent profit from working the small town street fair. Considering her name, she might very well have been destined to sell homemade ice cream from the back of a truck, but it certainly hadn't been her plan.

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I don’t normally participate in chat rooms, but I wanted to share this with someone. I used to talk to my friend, Erica, about things like this, but she doesn’t really get me anymore. My name’s Robin, by the way. To put it nicely, I’ve been experimenting with sex a lot lately. I’m not sure what’s happened to me. Since a couple of recent episodes after breaking up with my boyfriend, I seem to crave sex all of the time.

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Although she was not technically a mother, Mother's Day was still one of Jillian's favorite days. Her husband always made sure that he and his boys did something special for her to show their appreciation for everything she did for them. She loved the men in her life and was happy to have them all. She thought of her stepsons as her own and knew they saw her as their mom just as much as their real one.

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Kendra Mercer untied the strings of her Missoni bikini and let them fall away from her shoulders, leaving the tiny triangles of fabric perfectly balanced on her firm, perky breasts. She let her body sink into the plush, cushioned lounge chair with an indulgent little sigh. Life was almost perfect. After several years of dating Luke Prescott, the son of one of the most important and politically influential families in New York, she was finally engaged. Kendra glanced down at the 5-carat platinum sparkler on her left hand, admiring the way the sunlight bounced off the diamond.

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I had been trying to write a Great American novel for years but had only succeed in writing an episodic tale of a town, an episodic tale of a singer, and a convoluted science fiction story. My agents found online publishers for each but not print publishers. My agents were a lesbian couple that would kindly be described as colorful. I described them as batty.

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