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"Could you hand me that blanket?" she says as she takes off Nick's shoes. "Yeah, sure," he answers getting the blanket from the cedar chest. "Thanks," she says taking it from him and spreading it over her boyfriend, pulling it up to his chest. She gets up to leave and he catches her hand, mumbling, "Where'r ya goin?"

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"Hey red, got four quarters for a dollar?" Melodie Taylor looked up quickly from her book of poetry at the sound of the loud contralto voice. Startled, she thought she would be alone here in the Westside Laundromat. It was after eleven PM and she didn't like being off campus this late, but it was necessary. Studying for her finals had put her way behind in her washing and her sorority sisters in Gamma House were using all the machines in their basement.

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The summer I turned eighteen I had an internship at the Public Library. The one downtown, you know the one? It's tall, the tall white building, near the court house, probably built in the 1970s, with lots of windows and really boring looking. And if you think it is lame looking on the outside, don't even bother going in. My internship was for this stupid honors program that my mom insisted I participate in every year.

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Hello, my name is Cleo and I'm a sex relationships councilor. I only write about the cases my patients give me permission to do. I tell them what this site is all about and stress that in order for their story to gain attention, it has to be true and be told in the naughtiest, most detailed manner possible. Why "naughtiest"? Because that is what apparently holds this audience's interest.

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Damn! Here she was, half done with her shift, then three days off, when Captain Rogers tells her that she has transport duty. Worse, it was an overnighter with a seven hour drive each way. Deputy Bryant would be in to go with her, he said. So Deputy Aimee Mills got the name and social security number of the prisoner. Leslie Adams, 4XA-72-X330, the print out said. She was serving time for credit card fraud, and needs to appear before Judge Hobbs here in Lee County by tomorrow for the same.

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Donna Smithers went home directly from her client's office, terrible memories in her mind. Seeing Carol, her assistant, walking in with Helen, a secretary at her client's office, while she was in just a bra, panties and pulled down slacks, over the client's knee, getting a spanking. Then feeling Carol taking off her heels, slacks and then her panties while Helen undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor, now totally naked and still getting spanked, not only in front of Carol, but also Helen and five men.

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“Is there anything else on the radio?” Audrey politely asked from the rear seat. Her father laughed, “My little pumpkin can’t handle a bit of classical now and then.” Rachel backed her sister, “Oh come on Dad, we’ve had your choice for the last twenty miles, in fact longer than that, even before we got to the snow line.” Jacquelyn looked through the glove compartment and found a C D, “How does, Best of Cher, suit everybody?”

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I heard the creak of a floorboard. My eyes snapped open knowing someone else was in the house. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I glanced around the room. I had fallen asleep on the couch after finally giving up on you getting online at midnight. I froze as I felt someone’s eyes on my body. I heard heavy footsteps walk around the couch. I held my eyes closed tight hoping you wouldn’t notice I was awake.

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For the last three years, I've worked for a group of radio stations in a small market. The on-air part of the job is fantastic, but the best part of the job is off-air. That's when I can deal with our secretary, Joann. This woman is spectacular. I love Mexican women, but Joann is in a class by herself. 5' 6", brunette hair past her shoulders, big, brown eyes, 36C breasts, tight torso, sleek legs, and a sweet, round ass all wrapped in luscious light brown skin. She doesn't flaunt her looks, but she can't help the fact that her body begs to be fucked.

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She was beautiful, she was sensuous, and her name was Angel. She checked her watch again, as she waited for the meeting that she knew she should never have agreed to. Not only was her date a mysterious man she knew only from brief contact on the internet, he was late. She tapped her foot, and looked around the little resteraunt again. Just because someone's stories turned her on, she was starting to think that was no reason to trust him to show up for a clandestine meeting.

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