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The chirping of his pager interrupted the meeting for the third time that morning. Quickly squelching the offending instrument he murmured his apologies and returned to the presentation. As the focus turned back to the technical presentation, he carefully slide the pager from his belt. One the nice things about these digital pagers is that you can send a message and don't have to dial back to a blind phone number.

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I felt like an idiot for not dressing up for the Halloween party, which was ironic since the reason I didn't dress up was so I could avoid looking like an idiot in the first place. I was going to this party to just find some sexy stranger to take home and enjoy. I thought my chances of doing that would be better if I didn't put on some ridiculous costume. But when I arrived, I discovered I was the odd man out in a house full of people dressed as everything from vampires to giant bottles of KY jelly.

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Kay sat nervously in the boardroom as the panel of five interviewers filed in. Comprising of three ladies and two men, the group settled down around her on the oval table. Interviews, especially job interviews, were not a favourite of Kay's but she had no real reason to be nervous about this interview. She had the job in the bag. She looked her interviewers over, decoding them by what they wore and how they looked. Were they married? All but one, the skinny middle aged lady that wore glasses and a straight pleated skirt, had a wedding ring around her finger.

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"Kiss her!" Dave urged softly, enthusiastically. "Oh fuck, yeah! Kiss her, Baby!" Obeying Dave's lusty exhortation, I mashed my lipstick covered lips to Amy's, and slid my spearing tongue deep inside the petite blonde's sweet, hot mouth. "Damn!" I heard Rick exclaim loudly. "That's so fucking hot. It's almost like seeing sisters making out or something." Dave and Rick were gaping with hot arousal as Amy and I passionately kissed each other. They weren't the only ones watching. Jasper's, a popular after-work gathering place in suburban Maryland, was packed with the usual rowdy late-afternoon/early-evening Friday crowd.

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It was a late summer night. I had gotten off work and was waiting for my lover Jasmine to pick me up at a bar near where I worked. She worked later than I did but still got off in time to pick me up and get me to my softball game. I would stop in have a couple of beers then she would get there just in time to have a quick one before an early game. To night the game wasn't starting until 8:00 so there was plenty of time.

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I stood there looking in the mirror at myself. I was dressed in my favorite sheer pink teddy and matching panties as I turned to look at my profile I cupped my 34D's and smiled. I had not been fucked in 5 days and that is a long time for me so I was just plain horny. I have two guys for recreational sex but Brad was fucking another girl for a while and Jason (who along with Monica rents a room in my house) was out of town so I decided to do what any red blooded American girl would do, masturbate.

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I awoke in a muck of hazy confusion. The first realization that dawned on me was that I was in my room and I was still wearing my clothes from the night before. The sun was shining brilliantly through my window directly into my eyes. Where I was laying there was no shade. I was finding it extremely difficult to even open my eyes. I couldn't remember much about the night before. Beyond meeting some friends after work for some drinks it all became a blur. I knew it had to be those shots of tequila that we did; they get me every time.

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The trip from Sydney to LA is a long one. Even riding up front with the better seats, after six or seven hours--about half way--I started thinking about a ordering a wheelchair to take me through the terminal after we arrived. When you added the time spent standing in line and riding the connection to my home, I usually got to my front door beat, interested in nothing more than a shower and a bed.

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Brad sat on the floor in his darkened room. Across the narrow side yard that separated their houses, the sheer curtains in Ann's room were not quite closed, and the light in her room made them almost transparent. Brad waited, patiently. A few minutes later he was rewarded, as Ann stepped out of her bathroom, toweling her short brown hair dry. Naked, she walked across the room and stopped in front of her dresser. Brad reached down and began gently stroking his penis.

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Model Jane demands a double entrance. My name is Jane Ashford a working model, at the time my story starts I was in Australia modelling beach wear. We were a group of ten, consisting of a cameraman named Mike and his assistant, Henry who was a bit of a creep, but in a nice sort of way. We had some stand-in cameramen usually employed locally at each place we went to.

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