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Bradley slammed the door to her room and leaned back against it, gasping for air. Shit, shit, shit. She held out her hands -- they were shaking. She couldn't believe she'd just had a screaming match with her employer. For the past two months she and Parker MacKenzie had coexisted peacefully in the large, empty house. She cleaned and looked after the grounds, and he spent all his time in his office working.

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College life as I thought in the beginning was supposed to be fun. And for a while, it was. I met Chris in a sociology class, a fiery redhead that had a bit of a temperament to go along with it, that...and an amazing pair of breasts that she didn't mind showing off to some degree.

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Somehow, over the period of a couple years, I developed this (Cyber-crush) on a man on the Internet whom I only knew through his words and text. He has a website where he posts erotica of all sorts, some of which he writes Himself. It was hard not to automatically take notice of Him. His words were like mind candy. The appeal of every word, every curse, every movement and every taboo called out to me.

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When I was 25, I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment in a rather large apartment complex with 1, 2, and 3 bedroom units. I had moved there after breaking up with a long-time girlfriend, and was enjoying being a single, independent adult for the first time in my life. One Saturday night, I had decided to stay at home, mainly because I had just paid the rent, and my cash flow situation was not very good at the time.

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Rinsing the bubbles from my hair and turning off the steaming hot water, I step out of the shower into the chilly air of the bathroom. Towelling my body dry, I take extra time drying my sensitve nipples and running my hands over them, pinching them softly. I turn on the blow dryer, working my fingers through my tangled hair, working out the snarls and knots. I pick up my brush and begin to dry my hair in earnest when I think I hear a noise downstairs.

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Lisa Malone was a bitch. Everyone knew it. She had gotten a position of power in the office by being absolutely ruthless. She also used her sexy body to her advantage. Lisa Malone knew how to get what she wanted. She had large C cup breasts and her skirts were never below mid-thigh. She had perfect slim legs and washboard abs. Her face was almost angelic. It hid the devil inside.

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She had been walking for a good hour down the deserted road. A small midstate highway that got little or no traffic. She was feeling dusty and discouraged. She hadn't seen a ride in hours...except the one that had passed her by , the only sign of recognition a small grubby childface sticking its tongue out at her as it zoomed by.

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It had been a very bad winter. It had been freezing down in the village, and there was no fruit or fresh vegetables of any kind left. All they had was salted meats and tubers, a state of affairs that left Samantha, not accustomed to not getting her own way, very frustrated. The manor house, up on its lonesome hill, was a perpetual temptation to the people in the town below.

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You get that occasional blind date where you both seem to just click. You like the same things, you find you have friends in common, you're opinions are similar, and there's a romantic hue cast over the entire date. You rejoice and bless the person who set you up. This was not one of those dates. My neighbour and friend, Karen, had set me up with Janet, assuring me we had a lot in common, she was a nice girl, easy to get on with and, if I played my cards right, I might even get lucky.

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Angie awoke, groggy and confused. She felt cold. When she tried to move she realized she was restrained. She tried her best to clear her head and assess her situation. The first thing that Angie realized was that she was naked, vulnerable. The last thing she remembered, she was having a drink at a party. But how did she get here? What happened? She was bent over some kind of wooden bench. Cold metal dug into her ankles. Her feet were shackled. Her feet and legs were spread wide apart.

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