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I had been seeing Steve for about three months. For 'seeing', read 'fucking'. Of course. He was okay, but certainly not Mr Right. He was becoming serious and I was becoming, if not exactly bored, certainly not ready for serious. I would have to dump him. Things had not gone as expected since my spectacular one nighter with the lovely Malcolm, my plans to re-enter single life as a sexual predator had not achieved fruition.

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Do you know what is worse than being married for five years and not having sex for the past six months, finding out that other men have been having sex with your wife in your bed? My name is Robert, I am 35 years old, five foot ten, thick black hair that starts at the top of my head and doesn't stop until it reaches my toes, green eyes, and a pretty naturally fit body, all compliments from my Italian heritage.

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Jennifer and Derrick rode in the cab holding hands. She had been living in the city since graduating from college just over a year ago and, in that time, had not had much of a social life as she put her energy into writing for a regional magazine. On occasion she dated but most of those had been setups by well meaning friends. She had been in only two serious relationships, both back in college, but that seemed forever ago.

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As a deep sleeper I will often be oblivious to the outside world while I'm tucked up in bed. All sorts of catastrophes can take place outside the bedroom window and I would be none the wiser, indeed they could happen inside the bedroom and the same would be true. This particular day was no different to any other.

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You hear me come in the door and call out letting me know that you're in the bedroom. Sitting up in bed, you wait for me to come to you. It's late on a Saturday night and I was having a 'Girl's Night Out' with some friends from work. Walking into the bedroom, I smile and stroll over to kiss you. Though I have a slight taste of liquor on my breath, I'm not drunk.

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Jennie muttered angrily to herself as she walked. She stared straight ahead and her face was dark with rage as she walked quickly past the houses on her street. She saw no one which was just as well; she was in no mood at all to be friendly or sociable. She'd just had the worst night ever and she gritted her teeth every time she thought about Mark.

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Ever since I was a little girl, Christmas time has been my favorite time of year. But now I was a grown woman. I was home for the holidays on winter break from college. It was so great to see Paul, my high school sweetheart, after 4 months of being apart. Although we'd been dating for over two years, I was still a virgin and I intended to stay that way until we got married. Paul was okay with it though.

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We'd been talking about this forever. Let's bring in another guy she'd say. Let's bring in another girl I'd say. We were at an impasse with this discussion until she said, "I'll let you sleep with another woman, but I want to sleep with a man first. I'm nervous, and I think you'll be able to handle it better." She was right, of course.

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1. As Cathy prepared for the evening, she became increasingly nervous and excited. Ben had been hinting at new adventures all week. But he gave no hint as to what kind of "adventures." Still she accepted willingly his leadership, even if she worried that he might take them too far.

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It was the day of Christmas Eve and I was alone but as the day moved on I began to want company to share the evening and with and possibly the night. My closest female friend and sometimes lover was always busy with work, errands or friends and family. She was unmarried with no children, lived alone and when she felt the need she'd visit me usually twice or three times a week and we'd make a night of it.

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