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Most of my friends and family would agree that I seem to have a knack for knowing about things before they happen. Call it precognition. Sometimes the knowledge comes in dreams, sometimes just a hunch, sometimes in the guiding voice I've learned to listen to. This knack is often handy, like the day I postponed a trip to the bank to deposit some checks, only to learn that it was being robbed just about the time I would have arrived. And sometimes, the foreknowledge gets me in trouble.

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It was another night at the club and I was having my usual good times with the men and women who had come in to watch. This night however was particularly noteworthy do to a cute couple who had come in that evening. I noticed this guy and girl who came up to me more than once when I was dancing on stage. I always noticed when a person came up more than once because it usually meant I had a pretty good chance of getting a nice table dance out of them.

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My husband and I had just celebrated our 6th anniversary, tonight was my 30th birthday, and we decided to go out for dinner, then meet up with a few friends after. We had a nice meal, had a few drinks with friends at an out door bar overlooking the water and were feeling in the mood for some heavy partying. But as usual our friends pooped out early, the other couple not really on the same partying frequency as us, and my best friend had to get home to her son.

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It was just a few weeks after Linda's 18th birthday, and her big sister Kathy was home from school. "Are you sure that you're ready for this?" Kathy asked. Linda looked at her with anticipation. "Yes, I said I was. But I don't know what to expect." "I don't want you to know. But this should answer some of those questions you ask me." "About what?" Linda asked. "I hope it's the sex questions!" she giggled nervously.

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My name is Erin, and I'm going to tell you about my first anal experience – well, actually my first four anal experiences! It happened last year after had just turned 18 and was a junior in high school and dating a guy named Kevin. It all started on the bus rides home from our volleyball games. We girls would get to talking and eventually the conversation would always turn to sex.

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My story took place while I was at a business trip, giving seminars for my company last summer. I had been on the road for nearly three weeks and the closest thing to sex I had was a date with my fingers during a hot telephone call with my husband back home. I had never been away from Marc this long before, and I looked forward to our nightly phone calls to cheer me up.

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Rounding a bend in the unsealed narrow country road, I was disappointed to see that the last few hundred meters were uphill. Weary from our third consecutive day hiking on the southern Turkish coast, I grabbed Jack's hand, trying to get his help pulling me forward. I felt him wrapping his fingers around mine, and upping the pace a little which was assisting me to move.

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I sat on the couch and impatiently exhaled on a low-tar cigarette. Glancing at my watch, I noticed she was late. I took a slug of wine and looked over at Dave. He stood at the counter with his back to me, mixing a scotch and water with ice. For a moment I thought he sensed my anxiety as then he turned around and met my gaze with smiling eyes.

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Shortly after I turned thirty-nine my mother died suddenly of a coronary thrombosis. Dad had died seven years earlier. So since my brother Kenny, a journalist and my only sibling, was living in London at the time, and my daughter was in her second year of college, I was left alone with the task of going through my mother's things and deciding what should be kept and what should be thrown away.

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There is a lake bordering the Southwest side of my property, it's fairly large, and I have several hundred feet of shoreline, mostly trees and brush, with a few open areas. The rest of the lake is surrounded by National Forest, with the county road running along the western tip. Every so often campers will wander onto my land, so I make a habit of checking over that way weekly during the summer months.

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