Marisa found the pub easily. The place had been described to her by one of her internet connections who knew of her propensity towards sluttish behaviour. He had suggested that if ever she visited England on business, a short trip off the beaten tourist track might be in order. The pub was in a well known British army garrison town, a place frequented almost solely by paratroopers, their reputation as wild men was well earned and Marisa had reasoned that these men would be able to give her just what she loved most, hard cock and plenty of it.
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The band's manager turned to Erin and smiled. "The guys like you."
Erin's brown eyes lit up. "Do you think so?"
This would be her fantasy come true.
"I know so," the tall, graying man stated and handed the young girl a cloth pass marked All Access in bold white lettering. "After the show," he grinned, "knock on the bus."
If she had won the lottery, Erin wouldn't have been happier than she was at that moment.
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So there I was again, hanging out in my favourite pub on a busy Saturday night, talking to my buddy Zack, half-focused on him, half-focused on finding a good-looking guy to take home and fuck into oblivion.
Yeah, I knew Zack wanted me, and the truth is that I wanted him, too, but neither one of us had ever acted on it. My rationale was: why ruin a perfectly good friendship just because a wet spot formed on my thong whenever I was around him?
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"Character," Kristin said. "The most important part of any piece of fiction. If you start writing with only a plot in mind, you will struggle with your characters. However, if you start with your characters, they will create your plot for you."
The writing workshop was nearly full. Kristin Morris had had eleven books on the romantic bestseller list. Her current historical romance, "The Sands of Fortune," had been holding steady on the list for nearly eight weeks.
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Ok, so, where to start?
I chatted with Jessica online. Told her straight up I was just there to chat, but we really hit it off. We had a lot of the same fantasies and sexual desires. Exchanged pictures and liked what we saw. Still, I was amazed I agreed to meet her for lunch. I'm just breaking my own rules left and right lately!
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“Linda, I have a surprise for you. Remember you asked me if I’d like to see you with another woman?”
Linda and I are colleagues and were in England for a new product launch. We are also lovers, still exploring each other and ourselves, having only been together 3 times, the 1,000 miles between our homes putting a bit of a limit on the time we could spend together.
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"She wants you...she asked me about you again tonight." You state to me casually while we walk. You found out in high school, much to your dismay, that your beautiful friend Sienna prefers the company of other beautiful girls. After moving south for a few years after college, she decided she missed it here and moved back recently. Although I was a little hesitant when you first told me about her, I figured I didn't have anything to worry about between the two of you.
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It was a Friday and the kids were going to be spending the night at a friend's house. My wife, Linda wanted to have a couple of her girlfriend's over for the evening and I agreed. I liked her friends, Kate and Caryn, and it would be fun, as most anytime those two came over we'd end the night laughing till our sides hurt.
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The year was quickly approaching its end. Allison and I, but mostly Allison, had been through quite a whirlwind experience over the past 12 months. She sewed her wild oats where they needed sewing and I entertained my own personal harvesting as well. I fulfilled fantasies through her by the stories she told me and in some cases by my own personal witnessing. She got to venture out and escape on a sexual hiatus.
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Billy and Joe sat back on the old sofa located in Joe's basement as they watched their favorite TV show. It was not a comedy or drama or even a real sports show.
"Shit....I hope they have the girls on first tonight," Billy grinned.
"Yeah, they are not that good at wrestling but shit when they rub their titties together it's really hot."
"Have you ever....you know...seen two women really wrestle I mean....like fight?" Billy asked his childhood buddy.
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