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Fuck me. It was two days until I started my period and I was so goddamn horny I was ready to screw the neighbor’s dog the next time it came into my yard to pee on the shrubs. Instead, after a long day at the office, I showered and slipped into my favorite over-sized shirt. Padding barefoot and bare-assed down the carpeted stairs, it was my plan to curl up in front of the television for an evening of watching X-rated videos and playing with a variable speed massager that I bought to treat a knee injury but ended up using as a vibrator.

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Newport, New York 1972 was just as sleepy a little town as it is today. Despite the simple rural setting, like any other town there were countless stories going on behind closed doors. This was one of them. *** "You look lovely tonight, Mrs. B." Kenny said as he walked into the kitchen of his neighbor, closing the door behind him, and as the woman who had let him in rolled her eyes, the young man smiled and followed her over to the sink.

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Every Friday evening we at my work place have some sort of celebration. Usually it is just a meal or something and on the odd occasion we hire a restaurant and have our own 'knee's up' so to speak. Most of those at work have partners and usually l am the odd one out, but that doesn't usually bother me, however, one such occasion was around saint valentines night and our restaurant was made out in that theme.

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It's a beautiful day at the Jersey shore. I'm lounging at the rail overlooking the beach watching the eye candy wander by. Beautiful young women pass me, an endless parade of taut young bodies at the peak of desirability. A blond teenager, no more than 17 struts past me on the boardwalk, her firm young ass barely covered by a tiny pink bikini. On the beach another young lovely stands and stretches, presenting her full round breasts and flat tummy to anyone who cares to look. It's an endless cornucopia of flesh. Tonight I will be fucking one of these girls.

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Michael Richter sighed as he looked at his watch and realised he was home late, again. Alison would already be out at her fundraising thing, and the babysitter would be dressing their son Jonah, after his bath. He should have left work an hour earlier but the account manager had called him into her office just as he was leaving. Penelope was the best manager he'd ever had, and though she had a reputation for having high expectations, he figured she had every right to: she had built a strong team and worked hard to keep her people happy, knowing how important morale was to a business.

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I'm falling through the sky. I'm not scared. Quite the opposite really. I know he will be there to catch me. He always is. He will catch me and wrap me tightly in his arms and I will feel safe and loved. I know he is smiling too. The most wonderful smile I have ever seen. I just haven't seen it. I look up to the man's face and it is a complete blur. I wake up and long for the feelings I just had. To be safe and loved.

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Terry takes Alice's smalls off the line. Just a short story to create a giggle or two. The rain was coming on and I ran out on my zimmer to get my clothes in. I was putting the peg basket away when I noticed that Alice the widow woman next door to me had some out too, so I went across and took hers off the line too. She came out with her washing basket just as I was finished.

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Booches was one of the most popular campus hangouts being only three blocks away from the large public university. It was a quiet bar where businessmen, students and professors felt equally at home. The food menu was scant consisting of little more than burgers but the owner always seemed to make everyone feel welcome and he was silent about who met who and did what with whom.

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Karen and I had been chatting on the internet for months. We finally decided to meet. My house was too far away for her to drive to and she had family living at her place, so we agreed to meet at a hotel about a half hour from Karen's house. I booked the room and explained to check-in that my 'roommate' would most likely arrive before I would return from things I needed to tend to. I requested two keys; mine and another they should have ready for her. I went up to the room and called Karen from there. "Meet me in room 3387 in one hour. Pick up a key from the front desk and let yourself in." A quick note after I hung up and I was out the door.

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The first time my next door neighbor Richard screwed me I was pissed. He borrowed my lawn mower a couple times, never returning it with a full tank of gas but always remembering not to clean the machine. Okay, you don't get to pick your neighbors, but he could have shown a little courtesy. It got worse a few weeks later when he "borrowed' it without asking and proceeded to ruin the blade by attempting to cut through some dense overbrush in the back part of his yard.

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