How could he? That bastard of a boyfriend of mine?
Yes, despite living together we both had our freedom. He'd never been unfaithful to me before. Not that I knew of. Neither had I with him. Not with another man, anyway. A woman was different, of course.
My boyfriend had no idea I was bisexual. That was, and is, a side I keep to myself. I love men. Love cock. But I love women, too.
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I had just turned 35 – and not at all unhappy about that. I didn't have a lover, and that was fine too – I've never been desperate that way; I can be happy all by myself. So when my gay and lesbian health clinic was having one of its almost chronic fund raisers, and I was asked to volunteer for the date auction, I smiled brightly said sure, I'd be glad to.
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Living with Paige was pure hell for Ally. Every moment she was around was like slow, agonizing torture which Ally often likened to having dull screws driven deep into her skull while having her heart ripped violently and awkwardly from her chest by hateful vultures. Well, maybe not that bad, but it definitely sucked in the worst possible way.
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Ironing! God, I HATE ironing, but the height of the pile of clothes awaiting my attentions had grown to such a level, that I needed to do something about it.
So there I stood; unhappily, surrounded by slowly growing piles of neatly laundered pants, t-shirts, dress-shirts and sweaters.
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Beth sat on the couch, watching Lisa as she moved around the kitchen. It had been what? Ten years she thought. A long time, but Lisa still looked great. She swirled her wine, enjoying the aroma as the drink cascaded around the edge of the glass.
"You know you're not supposed to spin wine hard like that right?" Lisa asked laughing, startling Beth.
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She was heaven and each delicate curve an endless hymn of angel's breath. And I was her disciplined follower, the worshipper of every inch of her perfection. Her body was a dream, a vision to be discovered and adored.. I'd close my eyes and still see her lying there next to me. And when she would leave me, I'd wonder if any of it had even really happened.....
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I looked at the time, I was getting excited because I knew I was almost off work and soon would be coming home to you. I had called you letting you know I'd be home in a few hours, so you had plenty of time to bathe and do your thing. You sounded so good and yummy it was very difficult to concentrate on work. I hate it when two hours seems like ten, but that only happens when there's somewhere else I'd rather be, and where I wanted to be was with you.
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Never really contemplating being with another woman in the past, for some reason the last few months Samantha, who much preferred to be called Sam, found herself looking at more girl on girl porn, reading lesbian erotica, and carefully scrutinizing, and in a way secretly admiring, the women that displayed themselves in the pages of her husband's Playboy. Being a tall long legged strawberry blonde, Sam was successful at keeping herself in shape, and sometime imagined herself in one of those "Sexy Moms' types of photo shoot the magazine sometimes displays.
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After high school I enrolled in a nursing school in my hometown. That is where I met Stephanie. She was cute, with short sandy hair and deep blue eyes. She was smart and had a great sense of humor. It wasn't long before we were best friends. At school we would leave the building and go shopping or out to lunch. My boyfriend was away at school, so on weekends we went out to bars together and had a few.
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I am one fine piece of work. Or so Eve thinks. On a drive to Atlanta, I picked up a beautiful young hitchhiker. She just happened to be a prostitute specializing in a female clientele. Of course, she charmed me right out of my expensive pants. The lady was a professional who adored her work.
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