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You hear me come in the door and call out letting me know that you're in the bedroom. Sitting up in bed, you wait for me to come to you. It's late on a Saturday night and I was having a 'Girl's Night Out' with some friends from work. Walking into the bedroom, I smile and stroll over to kiss you. Though I have a slight taste of liquor on my breath, I'm not drunk.

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Jennie muttered angrily to herself as she walked. She stared straight ahead and her face was dark with rage as she walked quickly past the houses on her street. She saw no one which was just as well; she was in no mood at all to be friendly or sociable. She'd just had the worst night ever and she gritted her teeth every time she thought about Mark.

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Ever since I was a little girl, Christmas time has been my favorite time of year. But now I was a grown woman. I was home for the holidays on winter break from college. It was so great to see Paul, my high school sweetheart, after 4 months of being apart. Although we'd been dating for over two years, I was still a virgin and I intended to stay that way until we got married. Paul was okay with it though.

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We'd been talking about this forever. Let's bring in another guy she'd say. Let's bring in another girl I'd say. We were at an impasse with this discussion until she said, "I'll let you sleep with another woman, but I want to sleep with a man first. I'm nervous, and I think you'll be able to handle it better." She was right, of course.

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1. As Cathy prepared for the evening, she became increasingly nervous and excited. Ben had been hinting at new adventures all week. But he gave no hint as to what kind of "adventures." Still she accepted willingly his leadership, even if she worried that he might take them too far.

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It was the day of Christmas Eve and I was alone but as the day moved on I began to want company to share the evening and with and possibly the night. My closest female friend and sometimes lover was always busy with work, errands or friends and family. She was unmarried with no children, lived alone and when she felt the need she'd visit me usually twice or three times a week and we'd make a night of it.

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A few miles into her hike, Cara was aching. It wasn't because the trail was hard, or that she was out of shape. The ache radiated from her between her legs. She was sure her cutoffs had been comfortable last time she'd worn them, but today, they rode up and were pressing hard against her clit with every step.

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One Friday evening, while working part time as a stripper, I really decided that I was a bit too tired for the usual activity most of my colleagues would engage in after dancing: going back the hottest babes for free pussy. I hadn't done this all the time, preferring just to get my dick sucked, since you couldn't always say where these girls "came from," if you know what I mean. This was the era of herpes, so I tried to take only so many chances.

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I had joined the Navy shortly after graduation. We were headed home to port after an extended cruise, my last as I was due for rotation to shore-duty and from there to an honorable discharge six month's later. Still several days away before we docked, I'd received a telegram from my mother. The fact she'd sent a telegram rather than a letter told me it was urgent. Worried, I quickly opened it the moment I'd received it, and laughed. Good old mom.

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“Hey, here we go,” Jenny said enthusiastically. “’Fiesta Bowl Tickets. Best offer. 555-3785.’ He doesn’t even bother mentioning money. Maybe he’s thinking like we are.” “Could be. Might be worth a call.” Kim never looked up from the paper she was reading on the couch. The remainder of the Sunday paper was strewn on the apartment’s floor. Except for the classifieds, which Jenny scanned at the kitchen table.

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