"I'm spending the day at the beach," announced Barbara.
"You're mad. You'll be the only person there. It's not really warm enough," Sally pointed out.
"It will be. I'm going up to Point Revon. The hills block the wind there and the beach will be sunny. I'm not going swimming, just working on my tan. Why don't you come."
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It was one of those situations I had heard about but never believed. Three friends were over at my house playing poker, and I was down about $300. It was a string of bad luck, really. My hands had been good all night, but someone else always had something a little better. Now, I am sitting here with a ace-high flush, the other three guys have gone in, but I do not have enough money to match them.
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CRACK.........CRACK..........CRACK.......
The sound of the paddle hitting against flesh echoes in your bedroom. Again and again, you use the wooden paddle to smack the bare ass of the man lying across your bed.
"Do you like that, slave? Do you want more?"
"Yes, Mistress, oh yes"
"Well, unfortunately, it's time for you to go to work. Maybe if you're good, I'll give you a little more tonight."
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It was her all right, definitely Kimberley Williams, the same cheeky confidence that she managed to exude even when standing perkily at a bus stop. I'd had the dubious pleasure of being responsible for Kimberley's education regarding twentieth century history. A subject that the pretty, but insolent sixteen year old couldn't have cared less about. She didn't really care for Archduke Ferdinand being assassinated in Sarajevo, or for the whys, wherefores or reasons for the rise of Adolf Hitler.
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It started with Sasha. I met her online in a chat room and we hit it off and have been having very sensual role playing scenarios and just hot erotic conversations about various aspects of sex ever since. She is an extremely sensual erotic woman and her descriptions of her body make my mind work overtime producing fantasies and images.
After a while, I learned she had a roommate that was equally into role playing named Nikki.
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Veronica felt distinctly uneasy and it was easy to see why. Here she was, clad in what could only pass as a porn version of a bikini – and about to be paraded in a room full of chinamen.
Not that she was a stranger to her husband's predilection to engineer compromising situations for her, but this was quite honestly audacious even by Tom's standards.
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"What a conniving bitch" was all I could think. When I had turned eighteen in June my foster mother could have kicked me to the curb but she hadn't. Relief first struck me then suspicion. My foster mother wasn't exactly Mother Theresa, there had to be a catch. It wasn't obvious at first what was really going on. The condition for my remaining was simple, I had to pay my way. Plus she would need a little for rent. No problem.
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Mady, short for Madeline was riding high, she sat on the plane gazing out the window, here she was about to make one of the biggest deals her firm could capture, Mrs. Madeline Goddard could even get a department all to her self, the boss, she stifled a giggle.
She contemplated her life, once Miss Madeline Stokes, then Mrs. Madeline Jensen, she pondered on that short failed marriage, was it her fault she lost the baby, was it her fault she couldn't have children now, was it her fault he wanted them and ended her happiness, was it?
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I still remember it like it was yesterday. The absolute best night of my life:
Hi my name's Logan Jones and this is the story of an event that was so amazing I never forget it.
It was a few years ago and I was just over 19 years old. It was my sister's 18th birthday and it was set to be a good one. She and around 15 of her close friends-she was popular at school-were going downtown for lunch at a fancy new restaurant before coming back to our place for a slumber party.
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"They are incorrigible."
Liz sighed as her sister, Mandy, started again on the same complaining track about Liz's twin sons.
"William and Benedict have no manners and I honestly think they're immoral, I said so to Donald last time we spoke and he agreed."
Donald was Mandy's quiet husband and it was difficult for Liz to picture him getting animated over such an issue.
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