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Lori walked into the conference room with confidence, swinging her hips with each step. Her boss, Ryan, gazed at her legs as she strode past him, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. She took a seat next to his, crossing her legs with a rasp of fabrics as her black pencil skirt slid over her nylons. The meeting chairs were leather, cozy, and the large table was glass. Sitting next to Lori, Ryan had an excellent view of her legs and that's the way he liked it.

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I was in the ensuite off the bathroom applying the last of my make-up to complete my transformation from Martin to 'Michele' when I heard the disturbance. My wife Kerry was waiting for me in the bedroom nursing a gin and tonic. We had just returned from a boring party and I had convinced Kerry that tonight should be our 'monthly special'.

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This is a work of fiction, designed for entertainment purposes only. A small prelude: I was watching the video game network the other day when I realized how hot two out of the three hosts of this stupid show are. I don't know what the hell the show is called, but two hot chicks and some douchebag host it. The contrast between the two ladies was what got my mind workin.

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Wish I had someone to sleep with. I lay there today in my tight shorts and blouse, sleeping prone with the front door wide open to the street and my bedroom. I dreamed of someone--the tall, dark-haired driver from work, maybe--, walking in and running his hand down might ass, sensitized by the denim stretched over it. Maybe I'd be half asleep...in a fantasy, I can pretend I don't sleep with one eye open. I picture him running his hand down my ass, and I'd try to flip over from where I slept on my stomach, one leg pulled up.

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We are driving home, you are so very satisfied with yourself. Looking out the window the way you do and at me. Smile on your face, happy. We are wired, it's late but I don't feel all that tired. I look at you, your cheeks are flushed. You still have that little girl outfit on I love so much. Your hair is this outrageous explosion, which is something I also find so amazing about you, your freshly fucked look is so delicious. Your lipstick is still smeared - I don't even think you've looked at yourself in the mirror. The smell of sex is everywhere.

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The night started out like any other night at the restaurant. I was making a killing in tips, thanks to my abundant flirting. I could only guess that my 21 year old body wrapped in the uniform didn't hurt either. The uniform was the traditional tight white shirt and the orange shorts. We were also required to wear pantyhose and sneakers to complete the look.

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Even with the sun low in the evening sky, it was stifling hot. Jeff wondered why his Mom insisted on jogging in weather like this. The few times he had asked, her answer was always the same: "Because I don't want to look old." At eighteen, Jeff somewhat understood. Still, why put yourself through that, he thought to himself. Was it that important to a thirty eight year old woman to look ten years younger?

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I had been in bed for over an hour, tossing and turning. My body was hot, and even though the windows were open, I couldn't seem to cool down. There was an insistent ache between my legs that I couldn't ignore. Earlier this evening, my roommate Daphne, came barging into our dorm room, smiling widely. She had a date with a water polo player and wanted my help getting ready. Batting her lashes at me, she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and pouted prettily.

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"Well that was something different. If you had told me a year ago that I would be sticking my cock up some guy's arse I'd have punched your face!" "I have to say that when you started talking to me in the bar downstairs it didn't cross my mind you were...well, you know... one of THEM. You kind of did the pick up in a nice way though and the thought has crossed my mind once or twice so I suppose you just pressed the right buttons."

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I was working the night shift at the airport, supposedly saving the world from terrorists by making old people remove their shoes at the metal detector. The job was boring and the pay mediocre, but sometimes I could have a little fun depending on who I had to pat down. It was along time since my last relationship had broken up, I would take any action I could get even if it was just mildly groping cute guys who came through the line. Like the one that was just approaching.

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