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There are words that I don't like. There are phrases that don't sit right with me either and never have. I don't like the word cunt. I like the word pussy. I'd like to take a vacation and spend a week eating pussy. I've never wanted to spend one minute eating cunt. The two words "pussy whipped" bother me. First it's the connotation. "Pussy Whipped" means that a man has allowed a woman to get total control over his actions. He's been emasculated, not with a knife, with words and manipulation. There are other words and phrases that I don't like, but those give you the idea.

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I was brushing my hair in the small dressing room of a unisex bathroom when my new father-in-law's brother walked in and strode up to the facilities behind me. A commode and a bit further away a urinal were attached to the wall. He stood in front of the commode. An impossibly loud ...Z-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-P... echoed in my ears as he opened his fly. This couldn't be happening.

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I sat on the wide polished piano bench. Late afternoon sun cast striped shadows as it streamed through half opened blinds; golden motes of dust danced silently in the air. He sat, as he always did, next to me. Years ago, I had begged my mother to learn to play – we had a baby grand at home – and she finally relented.

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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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The best lovemaking of my life, was the first. When I was eleven years old we moved from the city to the country. My mother's first new friend was a lady from a neighboring farm. She was several years younger than my mother and had three daughters, one a year older than me and the other two younger by one and three years. For the first several years I enjoyed riding bike and doing other kid things with the three daughters but around the time I turned fifteen I started to notice their mother.

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As I remember the night that I met her, I still tremble with excitement. She had etched herself into my memory forever. The night was just cool enough to wear the coat. A nice fur, mink I think, it was soft to the touch. I remember it well. I will never forget. I had been in that restaurant for almost 3 hours and while every one of my clients was enjoying themselves including myself, I had to get some fresh air.

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It was a Sole-Proprietorship business but a girl was added after two years to answer telephones, act as receptionist and file papers. She was only five feet tall, married twelve years and built like a brick shithouse. Maybe her figure is what caused me to hire her although in total honesty it had never crossed my mind except as an afterthought. She'd been available the hours I needed her and had some experience.

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PROLOGUE Rajeev had another hard day at his office. He was sad and gloomy as he drove towards his house. The weather was cloudy and it threatened to rain. It was quite dark even though the sun was still out. He looked up at the sky and noticed that clouds did seem to have a silver lining. For the first time in the day he relaxed. His boss was going away for nearly a month due to medical reasons and he had time to relax.

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Glen Potter was about to have a day that would rock his world. Something was about to happen that was so sudden, so unlikely and unexpected that even when he got home that night, he still couldn't quite get his head around it. He had started a window cleaning round when he lost his job with a firm of builders for 'borrowing' a couple of bags of cement.

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For as long as I can remember, my best friend has always been this guy named Brian. Brian has always been the fastest guy at everything we did. So much so, that in order to keep up with him you had to chase him. After a while, that's what we all started to call him. Chase and I did every thing together, even if I had him by two years. Over the years, our family's got close as we got closer. By the time we got to high school, we were calling each other's mother mom.

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