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My name is Tanya, and I'm a chat room addict. It all started last year when I went on Facebook to reconnect with friends from all stages of my life. It was so much fun to find people and update each other on what had been happening in our lives. And that's when I started to chat. Chat really opened up the world for me. Faster and easier than a phone call. You could even chat while on the computer doing work or other stuff. Chat with friends all over the country and see their pictures. So I really got into it big time.

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My name is Frank and I am about to share one of the most exciting, incredible experience that I have ever had in my life. Considering I am a middle age, overweight, slightly balding and gray haired man. This is my story, believe it or not. One weekend, I was at home mowing the yard and daydreaming of how lonely this particular weekend will be with my wife out of town.

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That Tammy Burt and I were friends, good friends, was a fact, but I was never quite sure how it started. Okay, a shared love of programming helped, as did the fact that Tammy and her divorced mom lived just a block away, but at the time our friendship began, Tammy was only twelve and I was sixteen. Four years in middle teens was a lifetime!

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My favorite teacher was my math teacher, Mrs. Gibson. She was in her late thirties, a wife and a mom, but man, was she sexy! She had long full blonde hair, a pretty face, was average in height, and had big tits. Like most of the teachers she dressed casual more than she dressed up, but whatever she wore, it was hard to hide her hot body. I wasn't much of a math student, and since I had math my last class of the day, I spent most of the period staring at Mrs. Gibson and having fantasies about her.

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I am kneeling on the bed in a seedy Motel room where my new husband has left me. We just got married an hour ago, and before our honeymoon, he insists on stopping here. Rodney and I graduated from school this week, and after loving one-another for four years (limited sexual activity), we have certain things already planned out. This Motel is not something we planned together!

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"I don't think I'll be able to attend tonight's committee meeting. My damn husband is out of town again and I can't find a babysitter." I was standing behind two attractive women in the grocery store's express check-out. "Amy, you have to come. You've done all the work to date and we need the project to remain on track." "I know . . . I know. I'll make a few more calls and see if I can find a sitter."

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I got home from playing basketball, and my mom and her friends were in the middle of ladies bridge night. Two tables with four women each all looked over at me when I came through the door, and I turned a little red. I must have been a picture of loveliness, my sweat stained t-shirt clinging to my chest and back, my damp hair hanging in my face, basketball in the crook of my arm. I waved to my mom and headed upstairs. "Charlie!" she called after me.

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I want to tell about a sexual experience I had last evening. But before I do, I suppose I'd better tell you a little bit about myself. I'm Krystal. That by the way, is not my real name. Many years ago, a gentleman told me I was precious like a jewel, somewhat like a crystal. I think he was just being nice as I had a mouthful of his cum at the time. Anyway, I took a fancy to the name and adopted it as my own. I think it sounds so much better than Marge. Don't you?

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Ha…runk runk runk runk runk. Haaa…runk runk runk runk runk. Haaaa….. runk……........... runk………………….. runk………………… wooo. “Bloody thing. Rotten sodding rust bucket.” I turned the starter key one more time and got a dying whimper, then silence. I could have cried. I knew it would cost me money I could ill afford to get the thing fixed. Like most people in our street I owned a clapped out old car simply because I and they couldn’t afford to get anything better.

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Somewhat early on a Saturday morning I was having a cup of coffee on my patio when I noticed a large cat looking at me. It was between two of my flowerpots towards the back but my pots are placed in such a way I could see each plant well from my chair. I could see the cat well. The cat could tell I could see it. It was a semi-longhaired charcoal grey cat that was a bit overweight. By the time I took my first sip of coffee it had relaxed.

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