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Cocksucker. I've been called many things in my time, occasionally in anger but often in the heat of lust, but that one is my favorite. Cocksucker. It's just so descriptive, so simple, so accurate. If you've called me that the chances are I've probably sucked you dry. My name is actually Alicia. I suck cocks. I'm an oral woman. I smoke too much, I talk too much and I chew gum too much.

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There are those of us who get on Antiques Roadshow, and those of us who don't. I'm a damn good appraiser and a nice-looking girl, but I don't have the screen presence or the fancy reputation to get on TV. But it doesn't bother me, because I'm also a New Yorker who's never really comfortable outside the city. Besides, I have a name inside the business, with those who matter.

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My dear sisters: I have been asked to give a history of my experience with Priapus, and my part in the revival of his ceremony. I trust that this account will not leave the walls of this sorority house. Here, as best I can recall and recount it, is the story. When I was in college in the early seventies, it was a very different environment than it is today. We were all so much more innocent than girls are now.

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The cool air washed over my body as I stepped out of the shower When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I noticed that the cooler air had caused my nipples to harden. I ran my fingers over my nipples and felt a quick jolt of pleasure flow through my body. Was it the cool air, or the excitement I had felt all day, or for that matter all week! Tonight was to my husband Bill's and my first visit to a an off-premise swing club located in a city close to where we lived.

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"Hi, lady. Come in and take the weight off. It's hot outside today. Take a seat over here, by the bar and you'll get a great view of the guys on the beach. Better yet, I'll get a good look at you. . ." "Hey, maybe I'm an old goat but I still know how to compliment a good looking gal. What's your poison, honey . . ?" "Sure, this is Four Johns Johnson's bar. I am Four Johns Johnson -- pleased to meet you . . ."

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Before I get into the story, let me give you a little bit of background information... During my first year of college at UNC I played it pretty much by the rules of polite society. I abstained from personal misconduct, mainly sexual promiscuity, and concentrated on my studies. I also worked on meeting people since I had always been a little shy in high school. I figured since I was now in a new environment where nobody knew me and I could get a fresh start.

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You saunter through the room and hand me my 3rd beer. I have a nice buzz on as I stare up into your eyes, ‘Thanks babe,’ I say as I take it and set it next to me. You are wearing a dangerously short black skirt, and a tight red spaghetti strap top. Your nipples are hard and poking out for all to see. You don’t care, you like showing them off.

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"Tom, give me your hard stick so I can stroke it. I know I can make all the balls go off in the pocket, even if your stick is smaller than John's. Sure you wouldn't want to stroke it in for me?" Kim teased at the pool parlor. "Tom's stick has always made me a winner Kim, fully and completely satisfied. I hear John has a big stick, but he doesn't know how to use it!" Keri teased back.

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Sue and I have been married for eleven years, and we spent the first seven years together without kids. Now we have a five year old and a three year old. To say the least, they've caused us to change our lifestyle a little. Before the children, we were far more socially and sexually active.

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Kylie Williams got to wear the white lace wedding dress of her dreams. The one with the pretty veil and the long train. She got to have her best friend, Vanessa, be her maid of honor and she got her other 3 best girlfriends to be bridesmaids. She got to put her pretty, long blonde hair up and have her makeup done in a professional salon while her mother wept and told her how beautiful she looked.

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