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I realize I am a single mom. I am not too bad to look at, but everyone who I have dated that's found out I have a three year old has fled. I was married. Jamie's father, Jake, was your basic good-for-nothing-but-sex, and even then he was only good to himself. I really don't think he ever gave me an orgasm, but he never failed to get his rocks off. When I found out I was pregnant, I thought it would make him happy. He refused to wear condoms, saying he couldn't feel anything through them, and he never let me start the pill because he couldn't stand the thought of me gaining weight. Maybe I should have been less assuming about the baby.

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Jade sat at the dining room table and re-read her paper for the tenth time. She started out telling herself that she would finish up some notes on one endless section of her dissertation, just to make sure that it was cohesive. That was four hours ago. At this point, she was exhausted and done with the whole damn thing.

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We had arrived in my husband's home town. It was really a small village with a main street that looks like it came right out of a painting. The town was decorated for Christmas; all the lamp poles had colored lights running up and down them. A fresh carpet of snow blanketed the town; this place could really get you in the Christmas mood.

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It had been an amazing weekend so far. The secretary at the radio station where I work is a Mexican babe that I've wanted to fuck since I started working there. When I discovered she was embezzling from the company, bingo! I'd found my way in. The past week has been non-stop sex. Joann hated being my whore at first, but now she loves it. She still doesn't really admit it, but trust me, she can't get enough.

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Amy's first day working at the library started off with about as much excitement as one would expect. That was fine by her, as she preferred the quiet and the library was a good place to find it. The aisles and bookshelves seemed to go on forever, full of books to discover and quiet places to hide away and read them. The campus library was also the least likely place to run into the kind of boys she wanted to avoid.

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I had my eye on this woman for about three months now. I had done my home work. She was about thirty years old, sandy blonde hair, creamy white skin and a great body. Firm round good sized tits, a curvy ass and hourglass figure. All in all just a great looking girl. I couldn't quit thinking about her and the events that were about to unfold.

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I run a mid-sized fitness club where I employ a staff of personal trainers and fitness instructors. Staff turnaround is always an issue, just like virtually any industry, although I do have a few staff members that have been around since the grand opening twelve years ago. Occasionally I will have a former staff member stop in and pay me a visit, a situation that I often find quite awkward.

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He knew how to use his body to intimidate and that's precisely what he was doing now. Each subtle movement he made stated inarguably, "I am the one in control. I am allowing you to move." He began by lifting one of his immense legs off the back of her thighs. She lay beneath him on her stomach, her body tense with aggravation and anger. She felt him begin to rise from their prone position on the floor and sought to follow, but made the mistake of moving up too quickly. As she scrambled to get on her hands and knees her back came into direct, hard contact with his chest.

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His cock felt too big, too hot. It was stretching me open, invading my pussy in a way that made me feel so violated, so controlled. I was panting, trying to adjust to the intrusion, even as he started to fuck me with long brutal thrusts. My grip on the rail tightened til my knuckles were white, my pussy spasming as I tried to accommodate his girth. Oh god, why was this happening again?

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My husband's parents have always hated me, and they aren't shy about saying so. Ethan and Cynthia Carrington have never thought I am good enough for their only son. They've called me white trash simply because I grew up poor (though, not in a trailer, I might add), and a gold digger because the Carringtons are billionaires going back generations.

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