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The ice clinked in the empty glass as Leah fumbled to find the night stand. She'd drained the last of the brandy in one gulp. She was tired of sitting at home alone. Normally, she didn't drink alone, but she'd been angry tonight. She'd been getting to know a guy she met online and their conversations had gotten pretty deep. She'd chatted online with Xavier for a while before exchanging phone numbers.

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Tony liked beach volleyball. Watching it, that is. Not playing it. He thought that whoever had the idea that players must wear bathing costumes was a genius. There's nothing better than watching pretty girls in small bikinis bouncing all over the place. There had been a friendly tournament running on the local beach for the past few weekends.

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It was dark, in this tiny little ocean town. The smell and taste of salt was exhilarating to Loki, as he looked around. No one had seen him come, stepping down and out of the Bifrost. He picked a direction and walked, passing houses and cross streets and yards and cars, simply walking. It was fall here, the air crisp and clean, shivering with change and a playful wickedness. It was a beautiful night, the harvest moon shining an eerie orange in the sky, and everything was mysterious and lonely and filled with a sort of longing that made him ache.

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He noticed the hotel room door was open, and couldn't resist peeking inside. He saw a woman inside, spread out on the bed, deep asleep. She was still wearing her party clothes...high heeled sandals, black stockings, a marilyn monroe-ish halter dress that barely contained her big tits.

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My sister had become very concerned that her eighteen year old daughter, Jasmin, had become sexually active. The family was strict and controlled the girl rigorously. My sister had confided in me, telling me how she had discovered soiled underwear and stains on her clothing that could only be semen. I tried hard to reassure her, but knew that there was serious trouble brewing. Especially if the child was not using protection, as a pregnancy would be a major scandal for the family.

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I was leaving to go out for the night, my mother reminded me that Lucy's house was being fumigated for termites and that she would be spending the night. I felt my cock twinge with excitement the minute I heard those words come out of my mother's mouth. Lucy was my next-door neighbor. She was 45 and beautiful. About 5'3, 110 pounds, Latin with bronze skin. I had always fantasized fucking her from behind while she spoke in Spanish; telling me to "fuck her harder.”

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Steve Cooper had been separated from his wife for nine months now. The thirty-eight year old had been married for 12-years and was shocked to learn that his wife had been cheating on him with a co-worker. Now he lived alone and hadn’t dated anyone since his wife had left him. When Steve first saw Arcey he was instantly attracted to her. He knew that the Latino girl had no interest in him.

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Even in the midday sun I shivered slightly it was cool and breezy. I walked along the access road after having a flat tire on my truck. “Justin, You have the worst damn luck,” I cussed as I remembered to nearest phone was over 3 miles away. Just as I was giving up hope on flagging a car down a van slowly pulled up. The driver was about 6ft and athletic, myself being 6ft and well built wasn’t worried about “Weirdoes.”

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He pulls slowly past her house, noting with satisfaction that the windows are dark. She's either sleeping, or at least back in her room. All he needs to do is figure out how to get in quietly. He circles the cul-de-sac, then coasts his motorcycle into the drive...cutting the engine as soon as he's off the road. He steps off the bike, and removes his helmet and coat. He'll keep the soft leather gloves on, he decides.

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I wake up. My room is darker than I've ever seen it, pitch black with no moonlight slipping in through the drapes. I start to move my hand to search for the candle on the bedside table and find that I can't – my arm doesn't respond. The sensation brings me wide awake and I try moving my legs, panic setting in when I can't shift them and realize I have lost the power of movement. I want to open my mouth to cry out for help but a tightly stretched fabric muffles my lips.

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