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Okay, so a little about me. I am 48 years old, 6'1", 185 lbs, single (divorced many years ago), live on Cape Cod but love to travel and am an independent investor. Last September, I drove to one of my favorite North American cities, Montreal. My intent was to research several local companies and as well as to soak up the local culture. I am convinced that many of the most gorgeous women in the world live in Montreal. Unlike most parts of the States, many of them dress in a sophisticated manner and show real outward personality. Their accents also drive me crazy. Unfortunately many of them smoke cigarettes but that is a complaint for a different venue.

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I met Tracy my senior year at The University of Texas in Austin, what we all considered to be the 'real' U of T. She was a year behind me and was also a business major though she was headed to finance and I was aimed toward marketing and advertising. So, she was a numbers drone and I was a 'flack.'

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I'm Michael, twenty-eight years old and in the Army now for ten years. I've been all over the world but my favorite place so far is Israel. Maybe it's because what happened several years ago when I was sent there in a cross training exercise with the Israeli IDF. I had been in just three years and had only turned twenty-one. I was part of a training mission that paired Israeli soldiers with US soldiers here in the states.

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The bus ride started out innocently enough, but then most major events do. If anyone really knew what was going to happen to them at the end of the day—or night for that matter—would they board the bus, or would they stay home? Would you drink that last glass of wine and stumble out into the rain with only a knee-length vinyl rain slicker to cover your nudity, or would you lie in bed staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain on the roof? I'd probably do it all over again.

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I don't know why, but every so often I get this overwhelming urge to cum inside my Wife/Mistress and for her to sit on my face and make me lick her beautiful pussy clean. The thing is, like anything, the more I don't get what I want, the more I want it, until it becomes almost an obsession.

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Disclaimer: This is all fiction, based on my own imagination. They have no relation to the real world. Any similarities of real people or places are purely coincidental. I hope you'll enjoy it. Keegan Richards was one of the fastest swimmers at Montel College. He was not the largest of his team-mates nor was he the tallest at five foot six, but he didn't mind.

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My friend Melanie has the hottest ass in the world. I don't know what it is about it, but it's perfect, and just thinking about it gets me wet. She used to send dirty pictures of herself to guys online but get me to give my opinions on them first. I think she was half showing off, half genuinely wanting me to look at her naked. So that was how I first saw her ass anyway. We used to hang out from when we were about eighteen to about twenty three, and all the time I knew her she was obsessed with sex. We'd spend hours watching 'hilarious' porn, or talking about sex and guys.

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1 There is something about heat that only we northern Celts can fully appreciate. I hadn't been abroad since my childhood, and the minute I stepped off the plane I was consumed by a bright heat rising from the Cretan rocks that forced me to slow down and take in the quiet beauty of the place.

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This is a tale of the best humiliation-pain-cum slut I have ever met.. Her name is Peggy Sanford, and she is by far the most willing little bitch it has been my pleasure to use. We met on the net, and soon enough I had her under my thumb. Peggy came to me dressed as instructed: in mini, heels, garter belt and stockings (barely covered by the skirt) and a tight, thin top. As I let her in the door, I instruct her to turn so I can inspect her body.

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You see, it's like this, and that's all.

Dusk and twilight are cousins who touch fingers over evening.

The time between them is voluptuous and welcoming like a cradle, the hammock between two poles of illumination. We can do anything in that time, without analyzing the why of it- for the world feels like a warm pearl in our palm.

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