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One moment, one lapse in concentration, and it was all over. It was my fault. She had just stepped off the kerb and I called out "See this evening." She turned, smiled; there was a screech of tyres as a bus pulling in to stop hit her. The love of my life was dead. I met Clare when I was tutoring in English literature and she a student. I don't know if there is such a thing as love a first sight but it seemed like to me. Six months after first meeting her we were married; she was eighteen and I twenty four.

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You have this look on your face of intense concentration as you lock the door to the apartment, like a man on a very serious mission. This makes me giggle because I know what we're about to do, and knowing our dirty little secret makes me giddy. You catch my eye: "What are you giggling about?"

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"Wow that must have been one of the worst nights out ever," groaned Jack as he stepped back through the front door of his house. "I know I can't believe that no club would let us in," replied his girlfriend Lauren as she followed him through to the living room and took a seat next to him on the couch. "Next time we'll have to make better plans to make a real night of it."

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Hi my name is Rob and the story that you are about to read is completely true. It happened two years ago and I have to say that it was probably one of the strangest nights that I have ever had. A little about myself, I am 50 years old, 5ft 10 inches, 185lbs, with about a 7 inch cut cock. My wife doesn't like a hairy man so I do man-scape and keep myself trimmed close or completely shaved.

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Amanda bit her lip and tried to stifle the sharp hiss of her breath, as she felt the cramp knotting her belly. It seemed worse than usual this month and it was all she could do to hold back the groan of pain. Desperately, she looked up at the clock on her office wall. The hands pointed to half past two, another hour and a half before she could finish for the day.

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I never head him coming up behind me. By the time James had his hands on my wrists, had my arms twisted up behind my back, it was too late - I was in his control. It was all I could do to keep the smile from my lips when I felt his breath hot against my ear.

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"That's her. Check it out. Wow," whispered Billy Sherman's buddy. They were at the town bar that they had been going to since before they were legally allowed to drink. And there, at the end of the long bar, not far from the door, sat Sue Lockhart, the middle school gym teacher.

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I sat eating a simple grilled cheese and a bowl of potato soup. Well, perhaps not eating as I was enraptured by a woman sitting with another having lunch three tables away from me. Her friend had her back to me but I did not care. She was not the source of my attention. No, I was spellbound by the woman facing me. And because of that I was somewhat surprised.

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Her hands were cool and gentle as they caressed my face. Her fingertips traced my cheekbones, the bridge of my nose, then across my lips and along my jaw. I licked my lips in anticipation, my eyes covered by a blindfold, a little fearful of what to expect. It was bizarre yet exciting, something I had fantasized about but never imagined I would be brave enough to try.

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Tiffany Dawson stepped into the therapist's office of a walk-in clinic on a rainy Monday afternoon after work. She'd made sure her son Michael knew dinner was wanting for him in the oven and that'd she'd be home by six o' clock. Tiffany was a tiny woman, just over five feet tall, but she had a curvy build. Men and women alike often complimented her on her generous breasts, slender midsection and thick thighs. Tiffany's long, dark hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. A few tendrils had escaped and they gently caressed her smooth shoulders.

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