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I'm sitting here with my head spinning, completely confused. I need to talk this thing through with someone... I just don't understand my own feelings on this one. I've honestly never felt like this before. It all started last night. Christmas party season -- the joys! I've not been in my new job very long, working in the sales floor of a national magazine (I'm not allowed to say which, but you've probably read it in the hairdressers.')

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My first truly erotic encounter set a high standard for all that followed. I was eighteen years old, fresh-faced and pretty, if a little naive. I was ready to experience new things and break out of high school awkwardness. This was partly the reason why I quickly made my peace with having to share a bedroom with a stranger assigned by the college.

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Nicole rang Fiona's doorbell with genuine trepidation. Her heart was pounding because she was there to have a long time fantasy made real at last. She had always, for as many of her twenty-four years as she could remember, harboured a vague bi-curiosity and a carefully hidden urge to be submissive. Her submissive tendencies were real enough, she secretly longed to be disciplined and to be made to do things against her will, but she wasn't so sure about her hankering to go to bed with a woman.

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I was new to Miami, and unsure of my own sexuality. I had some experience with other women, but was not yet sure if I was bisexual or completely gay. I barely knew anyone in town, and was very grateful that I had met Sophie, a wonderful woman the same age as me, 22 years old. She had very light blonde hair, very large firm round breasts, and a tall stunning body. She could have been a model, but instead she was a lawyer, of all things.

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I wrote this as a love story, not a quick thrill. I have taken certain liberties with names and locations, because, it was told to me, by a very close friend. So read it if you enjoy a short story not necessarily one with sex and orgasms every five lines. Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to cops and cousin to many cops. A few months before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slim, standing five foot nine with the wide shoulders, flattish chest, and slim hips with the incredibly powerful thighs of a swimmer.

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Martin sat in the dark of his bedroom and stared out the window into the night. His modest home where he and his wife June had raised their 3 children was quiet now. He could hear June breathing softly in her sleep. The dog rustled and snorted in his sleep but Martin was still awake. He was nearing retirement and the accounting of his retirement capital wasn't looking too good. Though he had worked consistently and hard through his 40+ years of employment, the money just did not seem to stick to his savings account.

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I couldn't move my eyes, and yet, I couldn't bear to not see. I knew that I was staring; yet it was impossible for me to look away. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. As she swept down the staircase, I was amazed at the length of her legs, as she was really no taller than I was.

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Normally, time is not of an essence but my next interlude had to be quick but hopefully satisfying. I was working under the gun with all kinds of deadlines – both personal and business related. Any chance to make love (yes, I said the L word), had to be seized for the pure unadulterated pleasure but with an eye as always on the clock.

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Dear Jane, Thanks a lot for your letter. I really enjoyed reading it. It sounds as if we're on pretty much the same wavelength and I'm glad we're going to be writing to each other, so I guess it's up to me now to start things going. You mentioned you like going to bed with good-looking women. Me too, so I think I'm going to start off by telling you about the first time it ever happened to me.

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It wasn't easy being a young professor at a southern university in the US. When I say young, I mean young. I was always an overachiever, and got my Ph.D at 22 and began teaching immediately. This meant that I was barely older than my students at best. This had the potential for becoming an outright, unmitigated disaster, and everyone knew it. The Director of my program never came out and said anything to me directly, but it was clear he was keeping a close eye on me.

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