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You drive up just as the sun hits the distant horizon, and the stars are starting to come out. You approach the door, and raise your hand to knock. Just as your knuckles almost hit the door, it opens. Before you stands a tall redhead, ivory skin, supple breasts, soft hips, in a black lace negligee, leaving just enough to the imagination. You think you have made a mistake on the address, and start looking around to see if you are in the right place.

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Two middle age men walk down a rain-soaked street on a dark night, and a small neon sign directs them down an alleyway. JIGGLE HUT, it reads. A bright red door at the end of the alleyway is well worn and has a big 'JH' painted on it in yellow. Marcus, the taller of the two, pushes it open and they walk in. Dark stale air glows with dim purple light, and bass heavy music throbs. A fat man on a stool that's way too small for him looks them over.

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Life is full of surprises. Some are good, some are bad, but if you wait long enough, even so-called worldly people can be surprised. My first complete surprise came several years after marrying Jewels. We had met while I was overseas with the Military and she was a recent High School graduate traveling Europe. We've been together ever since.

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My names Candace, but I like to be called Candy and my account begins when my husband Phil suggested that it would be a nice idea if myself and my daughter Katie had some professional photographs taken before she left home for university and to celebrate my forty-first and her nineteenth birthdays. It sounded like a good idea and Katie was up for it, especially when Phil suggested that we should spend a couple of days at a spa in preparation.

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The music, pounding through my body, was like a deep massage, and dancing was sweet relief after the day I'd had. It'd started stressfully and my feelings of tension had grown exponentially all day. At the crest of this avalanche of small troubles crashing in on me was my ex-wife, who was on my case about missing a payment for my son's piano lessons, which I felt really bad about already, but she couldn't seem to be convinced of my remorse even though I did end up paying the late payment and two months in advance.

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You and I had just entered the motel room. Driving there, we had been playing; your hand up my skirt; my hand in your pants. We were both ready for something more, anxious, more than ready. Your hand had worked it's magic as always. With fingers as large as some men's cocks and more talented than many, you truly enjoyed teasing me physically, until I was ready to beg for relief.

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Nicole was hottest chick in any room lucky enough to have her fine ass there, and she knew it. She had the ability to make any woman jealous when she entered a public setting, causing every male in the place to stare uncontrollably. John was Nicole's husband and didn't have any reservations showing off his beautiful wife to his friends, coworkers, and anyone else who couldn't help but gawk at her. The lucky ones of the audience would catch a glimpse of one of the many little "accidental shows" the couple would put on.

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Quiet mumbles and flashing lights illuminated the grisly scene. Behind yellow Police tape, a man had been brutally executed. A popular baseball bat was shoved deeply into his anal cavity, lubricated with a heavy brown grease. Below the grotesque statue, a large pool of white liquid congealed below his limp, dangling oversized penis.

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THE WHOLE THING STARTED INNOCENTLY ENOUGH. Barbara and I had been going out for a couple of years; we weren't quite engaged yet but it was on the cards. I'd already moved into her place, then her company transferred her to a new office the next state over. Instead of giving up a great place, I held on to it for us, for the yet-to-be-announced happy date. In the meantime her old roommate, Naomi, moved back from overseas and she needed a place to stay. She was still on the lease, so she moved in to where I was condo-sitting.

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My knuckles were white gripping the steering wheel. Lara bounced expectantly in the passenger seat next to me, waiting patiently for my most recent bout of nerves to wear off. We were here; sitting in the parking lot outside of...what exactly? From the outside it looked simply like an upscale spa. Not what I'd imagined for my first "sex party" though I still had no idea what sort of party games were in store. Why was I here again? Oh yes, Lara told had told me in no uncertain terms that "I needed to get laid". I never failed to be amazed at the things she talked me into.

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