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I rang the doorbell and waited. The music inside thumped some techno beat with an over lay of heavy guitars, I wasn't sure how anyone inside was going to hear me and I considered leaving. But I have nowhere else to go. I guess that's what happens when you tie your life to someone for 6 years and then they cheat on you. I'm 24 years old and having to beg my step sister, Selene, to let me move in with her because my long term boyfriend left me for a 19 year old med student. But that's life, right?

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There she was, as fresh as a spring morning, as ripe as a juicy apple and as hot as an afternoon in the sauna. Sitting in the cafeteria of the gym, in a just a little bit too tight summer dress that strained the front button row around her chest in the most hypnotic way, I knew that there was no turning back. I had to have her, or at least die trying.

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Hello! Katie here! Just wanted to say thank you all so so much for all your views, votes, favoriting and comments! Thank you all so much for your time! It makes me feel amazing when I see it! Wish I could thank you all personally! Here is another random story of mine, hope you enjoy! If you have read other submissions I've posted or have read my story Closer Than You Think, feel free to comment any suggestions! Love you all, hope you're all well xoxo - Katie

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Melissa straightened the collar of her suit coat and steeled herself for the inevitable inappropriate comments as she climbed onto the bus. The swampy Southern air was awfully hot for a coat, and she had been sorely tempted to leave it in her car. But there was no way she was joining Mr.

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I was desperate for the money that was my only excuse for answering the ad in the newspaper. I felt like a fool approaching the seedy looking hotel, where the recording of the movie would be taking place. This was a stupid idea; I berated myself, even as I knocked hesitantly at the door of the room, as directed by the production office when I called. I had to fax them my headshots and clinical records, proving that I was descent looking and healthy.

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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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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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I walked up the steps, glad to be out of the train station. A hot, humid train mixed with a large crowd is not exactly "the perfect atmosphere". I hate the subway. Men and even women took the opportunity to ogle you and even get a passing touch as they passed you to exit the train car.

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To say that I always wanted her, would not be entirely true. I wanted her oldest daughter, Elizabeth, first. I pined for her until my sophomore year in High School (she was a year ahead). I didn't even try to be with her, only a friend and she blew me off, calling me lame, flat along with a host of other insults. With that avenue closed in my mind, I turned to her. She was the mother of my best friend, Meredith. She was forty years old my senior year and the embodiment of female beauty. She was everything I hoped to become.

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