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I was 18 when it happened. About a size 16-18. Flaming red hair about 2 inches past my shoulders. DD breasts. I was quite developed when it came to sex. I'd had my fair share of men, probably more than. I thought I had all my desires figured out. And then I met Aura. She was 19. Magnificent. 5'8, slender but strong, dark brown hair and bright green eyes. Pretty much a dead ringer for Joe Brooks, except for the "she" part.

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There are a thousand possible beginnings to the story of how this happened, and they're all swirling together at this moment. People tell stories of how they fell in love, how they knew that the person on their mind was the person they wanted to spend forever with, and that's something I could never quite wrap my head around.

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After talking about orgasms and vibrators for an hour or so, Sharon decided she should go take a shower. Wonder if it was going to be a cold one or was she going to use the shower massager to relieve some of the frustration that was showing on her face when she got up from the waterbed.

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The day was clear, the weather wonderful and I was going to finally dive the Great Barrier Reef for the first time. I'd been in Australia for a few days and finally gotten a little acclimatized to the time change. Being 12 hours out of sync with the world is hard, but this was the right way for me as I'm a night gal. I love to stay up late.

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It was a rainy spring day and as much as I hated shopping I couldn't put it off any longer. Upon first entering the department store I passed a cute brunette trailed by two little girls. It was obvious that the shorter of the two wasn't happy to be there. She reminded me of myself at that age. I smirked and went to find the items I needed.

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When I walked into the club for Gina's bachelorette party, I was too frazzled from work to wonder who else might be there. I'd left the office closer to seven than six, ran home to change into my one appropriate dress, and now I was late. A broken chunk of sidewalk almost made me later, but I managed not to fall. I was sure I looked ridiculous as I stumbled towards the door, but I got in without further trouble.

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Alison sat at her desk trying to concentrate on a report in front of her. So far the meaning of it had eluding her. She squirmed in her seat as she thought of the young secretary that had bought it in; Kia was her name. Alison was the head of a large company that specialized in beauty products and she was the sole owner of the successful business.

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"Are you doing anything tonight?" I asked my cute young intern, Sophie, when I bumped into her in the tearoom, "I know its Friday and you probably have things to do, people to see..." "No, I don't have any plans for tonight Mrs Smith," the 18 year old blonde replied, smiling at me, "why do you ask?"

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Sylvia's Red DressI had bought a really nice, bright red dress to wear for a very fancy party—the kind of dress and the kind of party where I just couldn't go braless. Not really an uptight group, but one that I'm very high on and where I really wanted to impress everyone with how lady-like I can be.

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"You have pretty feet." I looked up to see who was speaking. It was Deena, a freshman who lived on my floor. She had long black hair and beautiful olive-brown skin and dark exotic features that made her look as if she was from somewhere far away...Indian maybe, or Polynesian. Later, when we were friends, she told me that she was from New Jersey. Her mother was Jewish and her father was Cuban. The mix worked; she was a gorgeous girl, maybe 5'3", with a great little body and an infectious smile.

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