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I was in Montreal on business, though this day certainly wouldn't be as arduous as others. A client of mine had invited me and 100 of his closest friends to celebrate the purchase of his fourth home. Known for his extravagant tastes (usually quite urban), this house was surprisingly located on Lake St. Louis in Beaconsfield—an upscale, but very private area.

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Returning to school after summer vacation is always a tremendous bummer. As Britney Wilcox pressed the small red button on her car key, she sighed with a slight hint of despair as her 2009 Corvette convertible's anti-theft system armed. Though this was the first day of her final year of high school, the eighteen year old would much rather be elsewhere;

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When I got to the little study niche by the glass room, I looked around and made sure that I was alone. Opening up the envelope, I pulled out Natalie's panties. They were damp; holding them to my nose, I inhaled her scent, the smell of her cum. I was dripping between my legs from the sheer eroticism of the evening and reaching under my skirt, I wiped myself with her undies, mingling my scent with Natalie's.

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The Law firm Samantha worked for, Johnson, Bollocks and Hymen, had recently expanded their practice into other cities; moving outside their corporate Los Angeles location, and opening two new office locations in Australia and New Zealand; Sydney and Auckland respectively.

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I got home that night. Got a beer from the fridge, tanked it, and thought about what I had done. I fucked up, I know. I looked around my room and it never looked so empty in my life. I took off my cloths, took a quick shower and tried to go to bed.

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My name is Beth and, at the time this took place, I was one of those harried post-doctoral students you hear about, scrambling to get my career started. The previous two and a half days had gone like a whirlwind. Into San Francisco Sunday afternoon, then two days of conferences, my paper to present, conference dinners, workshops to schedule and now, on my way back home to New York. I had a 10:00 AM meeting on Wednesday with the head of my lab about the results of the trip and the follow-up research I'd be supervising while she was in Europe for three months.

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I can't say that I hadn't thought about it before (like all the time since I was about thirteen), but my actual first exposure to lesbian sex was straight out of a porn story. At 18 I was one of those annoying kids in high school who are into everything: student council, running track, in all the plays, on the newspaper staff, you know the type.

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I hated her almost immediately. She was such a jerk, and she was entirely too cocky. So how had I ended up in her bed, on my back, screaming her name? It's a bit of a story. * I walked into Boden Hall, ready to begin a new semester. I was excited about my Junior year, and couldn't wait for the semester to get underway. I got up to my room, unpacked my things, and my roommate and I left to go to lunch. I would be rooming with my best friend Tasha this year, and things were going to be great. The year was full of promise, and I intended to take full advantage.

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"Well, here we are." My husband Michael holds open the glass door for me to enter the place. The Relaxation Station; a spa in a shopping center. I sigh inwardly; a tacky name, but as this visit is on him I can't complain too much...

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Crap. I missed it. I missed my chance. In my short 25 years of life, I had been shot, electrocuted, poisoned, I'd walked away from 5 car accidents, and have otherwise been damaged in so many ways that I am uncertain as to weather the pages of the Encyclopedia Britannica could accommodate the tales. Needless to say, the doctors all know me by name, now.

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