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"You're doing laundry tonight?" my roommate Steve asked, staring at me in disbelief. "Yeah," I admitted sheepishly. "It's Friday night, dude. You should go out and get pissed with the rest of us. That's what you're supposed to do when you live in a college residence! You go out and get tanked, meet a nice girl, go back to her place, and fuck her."

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It's early morning and you are still sound asleep. I awake with a tingling in my pussy and look over at you lying there, naked, on your stomach. It seems a shame to disturb you but I have such a desire in me that I have no choice. I look at your manly form, the soft sunlight outlining your back you're deep in slumber still looking so vulnerable and sweet.

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Preamble – a delivery. The six foot, 210 pound guard dragged the captive blonde across the room. "Take your hands off of me, you goon." She yelled as she raked a heel down the shin of her assailant. He manhandled her towards the small dark room that was to be her home for the next weeks. "Hey you great lunk, be careful with the merchandise," her kidnapper admonished. "We don't want this one bruised."

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I had been going to a local gym to try to get back into shape after letting myself go for a while. I was 34 and just recovering from yet another bad relationship. There were a few good looking attendants both men and women. All seemed to be younger than me but all were very helpful and made me feel comfortable. 

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At first I agonized over having seduced her. Later, I came to the conclusion we seduced each other. Once she got that first lesson she was an apt pupil. She took to sex like a fledgling takes to flight. Our second encounter was your basic explosion of hormones - not much finesse. Within days of our first fuck she web-mailed me this: I walk around wet all the time. I'm so wet I have to wipe myself. I fuck you every night in my fantasies.

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I was in college when I first had sex with another man. It was my first gay experience. It wasn't planned, at least not by me. I'm pretty sure he had planned it, or at least had set up the situation so that things might happen. It was enlightening for me feeling those new emotions and physical sensations. It was psychologically intense and redefined how I viewed myself and my sexuality.

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First off, it's not as bad as it sounds, really. I'm her step-father, and not her real dad. But in the end it's just an excuse. I mean, I raised her through her teen years and saw her off to college, so I guess, unless she really thought her deadbeat dad was a father to her, I was it.

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It all began when Steve, my husband of fifteen years came home and told me that he had been made redundant from his job with a big software company in Phoenix. He had worked for the company for twenty years in total since he left school, but they had just lost a big contract and addressed the cash crisis by restructuring the management team.

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I am trembling, my legs shaking from the force of the desire i have for You, Master, and i stand in front of You, sliding into Your arms, wrapping one arm around Your neck, my fingers stroking the hair at the back of Your head and my other hand tracing across Your cheekbones and i kiss Your chin, around Your mouth and finally Your soft lips.

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Nine o'clock on a Tuesday and I'm in bed reading. I feel you in the doorway before I see you. I look up to say hello and the words die in my mouth as our eyes meet. Intimidating is a word most people would use to describe my half of our couple. You're the affable one that everybody loves. You're the perfect boyfriend.

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