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Like many college students I take classes at all hours, after working a long day, I have night classes to face. All those subjects I never wanted to take, but have to, or I don’t get that beloved piece of paper that says I’m qualified to do my job. We park in deserted lots, huge fields of cement, that blend with the darkness as if waiting for the night to come.

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I slept in. So sue me. I had the day off so I was entitled. I had exactly nothing planned for the day and that was what I was going to do. Oh, yeah, I suppose you're wondering who I am. My name is, believe it or not, Glowing Beam of Amber Moonlight. I go by the name of Amber, for reasons that should be self-evident. There should be a law against parents getting naming rights when they choose names like that. I've found Amber to be a much more respectable name.

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"What's wrong, Zaccheus?" "What? Nothing." "Nothing. Right." Arif crossed the room we shared and took two glasses and the decanter from the dresser and came back to where I stood, looking out our small window over the garden. He filled one crystal challis and offered it to me. I took it and drew in a taste of the warm port, turning back to the soothing vista of night sky and moonlit garden. Arif remained by my side, sipping from his glass.

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Roy Bailey was limping home, he had been attacked and beaten again by his tormentor, and he swore that when he got older, bigger and wiser, he would have his revenge, totally! At 18 he was still too much of a boy, and not enough of a man, although he didn't regard Ricky Thomas who was almost 21 as much of a man either. To be able to defend himself, The bastard was much bigger and stronger than he was, and a whole lot nastier.

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Out of a black unconsciousness, I started to slowly resurface. I was having an intense dream, where I was swimming beneath a waterfall naked. I floated on my back and let the water rain down on my pussy, stimulating me in a way that wouldn't get me off, but was highly pleasurable nonetheless. I tried to tilt my hips so that the water would fall at the best angle, and at that point, I started to wake up further.

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"How did I get myself into this mess?" I thought to myself as I lay there on the bottom bunk, in my new home for awhile. I jail cell in the State Penitentiary, with 'Terry the Terror' as my new roommate. My nightmare started three days ago when I decided to buy some weed. I had went to a seedy part of town just looking for a little weed, nothing more.

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I was in the concessions line at Tampa Stadium when it happened. I'd sweetly volunteered to get the next round of beer for my boyfriend, so he could keep watching the half-time show. I knew he enjoyed watching the cheerleaders. I knew I had no reason to feel jealousy, as he would never cheat on me.

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Amanda looked down at the doorknob with mixed emotions. On the other side of this door was a man that she knew, without any shadow of a doubt, that she hated. She hated everything that he was, everything that he stood for, and pretty much everything in his world. She also knew that she was about to give him one of the best blowjobs that he would ever get in his miserable, pathetic life.

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I work around men all day, not suit and tie types, but mechanics, truck drivers and factory workers. The blue collar type, with dirty hands and muscles hardened from hard work, really get me hot. I am one of the few women in sales to call on these types of customers, so naturally I draw a lot of attention when I walk in the shop. It doesn't hurt that I am a tall, attractive redhead with 40DDD breasts.

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She should have been cold. The StealthSuit she wore was microns thin. She felt like she was naked and covered in a dusting of black powder. The Techs bragged that light slid off of the suit like water off a duck. The black body stocking was so sheer and felt so insubstantial that Natasha felt naked and exposed.

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