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I've always loved this time of year...the mountain air was crisp, leaves falling from the trees and the hint of the first snow was being predicted for the weekend. I had plenty of firewood and the kitchen was well stocked with all the food I needed. I made sure that I had plenty of diesel fuel for the generator.

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My mother always said that I was an entrepreneur and after my holiday in Spain she was proven right. I went out with my girl friend Heather on one of those budget self catering holidays that you can buy cheaply on the Internet. Neither of us had a lot of spending money but there should have been enough to last us the three weeks we were staying in Spain.

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We stood there together, about to go into the bar. He looked me right in the eyes and stared for a minute. "You sure you're ready to do this?" I could see the look of concern wash over his face. "Baby," I said, grabbing both of his hands. "This was my idea, remember. You are the one who looks worried. Are you OK with this?" He smiled so big, I thought his face would freeze like that.

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His cubicle was just across from mine. On a normal day, I would tune out his stories. But today, I was curious, and couldn't help but listen. Would last night's experience become part of his lexicon of lust? Would I become one of the nameless conquests he bragged of to anyone who would listen? Needless to say, the answer was yes. What follows is my account of what happened, with his version of events interjected here and there.

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After an uneventful Tuesday lunch, Kim was working monotonously in front of the computer in her cubicle when the intra-office IM alert sounded on her computer. When she viewed the message it simply read, "Care to play a secret game?" Moving the mouse to delete the message, she read the senders name, and her breath stopped. Black Silk Scarf. She knew instantly what it referred to.

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The first couple of lines of the early 1960s upbeat song "If You Wanna Be Happy" by Jimmy Soul, had been running through mind for the last few days since Sydney moved out, at my request. I've had three long term relationships - all with beautiful young women. The first beauty was lazy but spent us into serious debt. She didn't take care of our kids.

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Jocelyn's sets on Suicide Girls were always the hottest and most anticipated when they main the site's main page. She was a spritely little thing, skinny as a twig with pale, creamy skin. Her hair was dyed the same color as a fire engine, her puppy dog eyes milk chocolate. Her septum piercing matched the snakebite gauges in her lips. Her flat tummy and bubble butt were two of her favorite features about her body.

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I'm not like most other girls. Alright, I can shop forever, spend hours getting ready to go out, and love my shoes as much as any other girl, but when it comes to sex I'm more like a man. I don't want a relationship, I don't want love or to be taken out for dinner, I just want cock. In my pussy, arse or mouth, or preferably all three holes at once, then I want to go home to my own bed, or find another cock. That is after all what men want isn't it.

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It'd been 18 months since I fucked the man who had since dominated all my sexual fantasies. I'd given up hope of ever finding him again and I'd stopped picking up look-alikes in seedy bars. I'd been dating Jason, an accountant, for a couple of months and he'd recently proposed to me. I'd accepted his proposal and I'd just returned home from a shopping trip with my friends.

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I think back to the only other erect penis I have seen live. Deciding to go for a midnight dip, on holiday, the last one with my parents, going out for a walk, to the beach, late at night. And finding it deserted. And thinking, or not thinking, I'm going to go in, I'm just going to strip and go in, have a naked dip.

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