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Sophomore year in college, I started dating a sorority girl. Molly was nice, good looks but a pretty boring personality, but I had been without a steady girlfriend since I had gotten to school, so she fit the bill I was looking for. Her sorority was the one on campus with the worst reputation. Her sisters were always drunk at the bars and going home with guys whose names they didn't even know. I had even hooked up with one of them when we were both freshmen.

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I was spending another Friday night behind the video store counter. My good for nothing co-worker Jason was passing the time text messaging his girlfriend, basically the only thing he did at work. I once asked him how many text messages that day while working and he told me around hundred as if it was nothing.

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The air was warm and the morning sunshine streamed through my window and across my bed. My eyes slowly came open and I yawned into my pillow. I stretched thoroughly; my fingers, my back, my legs, and blinked myself awake before flipping over onto my back. About this time, I noticed that I was suffering from that most terrible affliction: Morning Wood.

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My going away party was winding down. I wasn't going to miss this place but I would miss the people. That was for certain. All of the other bosses had gone and only Chrissie and myself remained as well as Tim, Ron, and Frank. They were always like my older brothers and they had always looked after me. I was 36 and had been with the company for almost ten years. We all joked that we had to keep sending each other e-mails. "The nastier the better" Tim said referring to how I always sent good, funny and sometimes raunchy e-mail to them.

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I am what is commonly called a soccer mom. But in this case I guess it is to be taken literally. My own two sons grew up playing soccer. Over the years I drove God knows how many hundreds or maybe thousands of miles; to practice, from practice, to games, from games, to the sporting good store, etc. You get the idea. My sons played for the Centerville Centurions for their four years of high school, and I was at every game cheering them on to victory and consoling them in defeat.

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They fucked like two wild and overheated animals an hour ago and now were luxuriating in the sweetly sublime afterglow of their lovemaking, naked in bed, idly caressing each other, nuzzling and talking. Yvette thought that maybe now was the right time to mention it. “You know, Don,” she said, running a finger through his hair, gazing into his eyes, “I’ve had this new fantasy lately, and I just can’t get it out of my head. I mean, it’s something I’ve been thinking about that really, really turns me on.

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Wendy was married to Ben, she had a thirteen-year-old son who was now at boarding school, she had taken a part-time job to relieve boredom. Ben was work abroad again on the oilrigs, he did three months on and one off. He had just gone back out to the Middle East and wouldn't be home for three months. Wendy was 34 years old, slim with a good figure about 5 feet 4 inches tall, shoulder length fair hair, 34c-bra size. There was a nice curve to her hips and she had a delightfully rounded ass.

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Kate had always been one of the guys. Not by design, it had just been one of those roles she fell into easily, since she had grown up with two brothers. Thus, it didn't strike her as unusual when Jason and Eric, who had been planning what they were calling "A Manly Camping Trip" casually asked one day if she'd like to tag along. "I don't know if I qualify for this trip, since I don't have a penis," she pointed out.

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Fiona Lindsay sat to the rear of the coach, slightly dreamy and looking forward to her day out. She was with friends, lots of them. Since her boyfriend David and she had split quite amicably, she hadn't really been looking for a new serious boyfriend though she had to admit she missed her Sunday afternoon shags with him. She was just 19 and if she hadn't been Scottish, you would have called her an 'English Rose'.

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It was a beautiful Spring night, or rather, early morning, as he drove his cab across 53rd Street cruising for a fare. He thought about his recent decision not to re-up and decided, for the umpteenth time, that he had made the right choice. He served two tours in Iraq with the Marines and managed to get through relatively unscathed, thank goodness. Brad had rugged good looks, a 6’4” frame and looked every inch the Marine Sgt. He had been for the past 4 years.

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