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The heat outside was stifling. The only good thing was the fact that he was at the Sawgrass Lake watching the tunnel boat races. The breeze coming off the lake was brisk, but still warm. But at least it was a breeze. The vendor's tents were set all around the perimeter and all were doing a bustling business. Especially the beer tents. I mean, who could resist ice cold beer and coke on a day like this?

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The pounding bass, steamy room, and dim lights of the club were racing through Jennifer’s blood as she watched couples entwine on the dance floor. “Damn,” she thought to herself, “I have got to get laid tonight!” She sipped her Coke and swiveled around on her stool to scan the room, looking for cute guys. Disappointed at not seeing any, she turned back to her Coke, but somehow she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

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"Who could that be," Tia wondered as the doorbell of her condo rang. She had arrived home late. Although it was a Friday, she had no party to go to tonight and had decided to stay extra long at the office to catch up on some paperwork. She had only managed to hang up her blazer, kick off her shoes and toss her pantyhose into the hamper. Dinner was next on the agenda.

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It all started innocently enough, I was home from college for Thanksgiving vacation and the Jones needed a babysitter. I came home every chance I got, being a freshman and all, I was pretty homesick. I had been babysitting for the Jones for the last three years and their baby was a sweetie but I hadn't seen them since I started school a couple of months ago.

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Amy stormed into her dorm room and threw her books on her desk. "Damnit, I'm freaking failing this class!" Her roommate Carey looked up at her, wide eyed, from her computer. "What class is it?" she asked, eyeing her rather angry friend. "Stupid Computer Science! I fucking hate it, but I need the stupid credit!" Amy snarled, her voice sharp.

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I am Darlene, a Divorced woman 32 year old, living near a military base. I am entering my sexual prime. During the recent deployments from the base, I have made it my hobby to make servicemen on leave from deployment submissive to me. I do this by connecting with men online while they are still overseas and obviously in need of female attention.

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During the fifteen years my husband and I have been married, we have had a varied and spicy sex life. Recently we became reacquainted with college friends we haven't seen on a frequent basis for some time. Connie is a slender brunette with beautiful sexy legs and long fingers. Greg, her husband, is a James Dean type who, according to Connie, never wears underwear. He and Norm, my husband, were college roommates.

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I know it’s been a while since I’ve written. I’m sorry about that, but I’ve been trying to turn things around a bit. I didn’t mean to ignore you. You see, I felt completely out of control as my sexual cravings continue to grow. Sex is the first thing on my mind when I wake and the last thing when I turn in for the day. I can’t get enough of it.

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Hi, my name's Neal, I'm 28 and my wife, Suzy, is 26. We've been married nearly three years now. We were both High School sweethearts and were going out for quite few years before we decided to tie the knot. While in school in the north , I knew that Suzy was an introvert and it took me a long time to get her to come out of her shell. I on the other hand had quite a few fantasies, even at such a young age.

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It was the biggest fishing trip of the year. Four couples were preparing to spend a week in the woods at a remote lake accessible only by seaplane. The plan was for fishing, just getting away from the city for a while, and communing with nature. Then disaster struck. All at once it seemed, one after the other, for various reasons, all of the other wives dropped out. Given the disastrous news all around, I telephoned my husband, Rick, and suggested that they make it a stag affair and I'd find something to do around here.

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