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I had just gotten out of the shower. I was toweling off and I was rubbing myself across my slit. I had been so horny these days. My husband had quit paying attention to me lately. I lifted a leg onto the top of the commode lid. I took two fingers and rubbed them across my clit. I guess I was getting into it and I didn't hear the bathroom door open. There stood my nineteen year old son, Justin.

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Cybering over the internet can be a dangerous game. On the one hand, it is all a game, where strangers who will never meet come together to share erotic fantasies, often telling lies, and having the safest "sex" imaginable. On the other hand, the two people involved are both very real, and the intimacy of sharing one's most powerful sexual desires with an enthusiastic and passionate partner is playing with fire - the temptation to take it real may become too difficult to resist.

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"They are incorrigible." Liz sighed as her sister, Mandy, started again on the same complaining track about Liz's twin sons. "William and Benedict have no manners and I honestly think they're immoral, I said so to Donald last time we spoke and he agreed." Donald was Mandy's quiet husband and it was difficult for Liz to picture him getting animated over such an issue.

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#2- Milk Maid Adam had been called to the South Pole with less than a day's notice. "It's a once in a lifetime chance," he'd said sadly, "If I don't do it now it'll never happen." It was likely a good thing there wasn't much time to talk about it -- to debate the pros and cons. Still, Violet found herself standing at the airport in a state of shock -- a one-month-old baby on her hip and the love her life en route to spend six months at the coldest place on Earth in a location where even email was barely available, let alone the internet.

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Part 3: Escape Route — Author's Note: despite what the characters in this story might think on the matter, this is a work of fiction. None of the names have been changed because none of these people really exist - except in as much as thoughts exist. Perhaps they'll exist in your heads for a while. This story also contains more sex than the previous two; this is intentional and is the case primarily because this story covers a much longer period of time than the others.

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"Connor! Connor!" My mom called out to my twin brother who was still asleep. It was seven thirty in the morning and once again, my brother would be getting up, and rushing to get dressed, eat breakfast and go brush his teeth, hence making me late for school since I got a ride with him every morning.

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I'm a 29 year old woman, who's been married to a great man for just over 6 years now. We got married after college, and then had our first child 13 months ago. We're always enjoyed sex, both intimate coupling between two people in love, and just hot, nasty sex between two lust-filled sluts. Sometimes we make love, sometimes we have sex, sometimes we fuck. I love all our different modes to pleasure each other.

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Heather nuzzled into Conner's hand as he placed it on her cheek, and she looked up into the cornflower-blue eyes of the lithe-figured blond college junior as she cupped his balls with one hand and sucked on the bulb of his cock with her mouth. She was sitting on the foot of the bed in her university dorm room, just in her panties. Conner, pantless and briefless and his sport shirt open to expose his trim, but well-muscled torso, was standing between her knees and telling her what he wanted her to do next in the blow job she was giving him.

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This is another Chapter of Carol's Series. I'm an "amateur" writer and, in addition, English is not my mother tongue. To write a single Chapter requires a big effort, from me: long time and language's difficulties. Therefore, let me ask, please, to judge my writing on the basis of its "contents" (if you like it or not) and not from an aesthetic or "formal" point of view.

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I was pissed off. See, I was supposed to head up to Canada with my buddies from university and spend our winter break snowboarding, but things never seem to turn out the way I plan. Instead my dad pulled rank and ordered me home for Christmas. He insisted that I should learn some values and spend "quality time" with my mother and sister.

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