I was thirty when it happened. I fell in love. She was perfect. She was everything I could have ever wanted in a mate; beautiful, smart, funny. She wasn't bitter though she did have quite a temper. She was determined and goal oriented. She had a cute face and a banging body, though she didn't realize she had either. That was probably because she was young. She was very young, and she was my student.
I guess I need to start at the beginning. My name is Kenneth Ellerson. I teach higher math, and coach JV and Varsity Girls basketball at a coastal Georgia high school.
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It had been a long day and I was very, very tired. As soon as I got back to my room I flopped down backwards on the bed and closed my eyes and just lay there. My feet were aching, my back was aching and I had the beginning of a headache. I felt hot and dirty and my whole body was uncomfortable, as if it had been squeezed inside my dress all day.
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For some reason my parents had my sister and me far apart. I was now thirty-three and Abby was twenty-two. I guess you could say there was a mistake along the way. I also didn't see my sister very often. That was about to change. Abby called me recently and asked if she could visit. I thought it might be a good idea to get a little closer to my younger sister, so I told her to come and stay.
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I was 34 years old when I was hired by the insurance company. The company shall remain nameless, but it was one of the biggest. I liked the job. There were six other agents and a manager in the office I was assigned to. Everyone seemed to get along well together. The manager liked to have his agents work together whenever possible, consequently I worked, at one time or another, with all of them.
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If you've ever been to Eighth Street in Manhattan you must have noticed the shoe stores. Hundreds of people, tourists, NYU students, serious shoppers, surge into and out of them every day looking for bargains. Every language you can imagine is heard there: Japanese, Hebrew, Arabic, Spanish, you get the idea.
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For the past 18 years, I've been harboring a guilty little secret, which I've never spoken to anyone about. Not to my lovers, not to my ex-husband, not to my best friends, not to anyone. It's one of those secrets that's too embarrassing to tell, but too erotic to keep bottled up inside.
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Kathryn's visit to town was, of course, a welcome event. It seemed like a year since I had gone to Hartford to visit her, though it had only been two months, now it was her turn to visit me. I had picked her up at the airport and brought her back home on Thursday night, where we knoshed on fresh shrimp and dry grape soda. After that, we made passionate love and fell asleep in each other's arms. All in all, a pleasant reunion. But it was only the beginning...
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Did I have enough nerve?
After all, we were in my bedroom - just the two of us. We had reached a line. Do I cross it? It had taken a long time to get here as I stood at the foot of my bed with Brian holding a tube of lubrication in his hand he just found in my bedside table. He acted shocked. The question was he really shocked?
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"I still can't believe you can do that," Amy said to me.
I lay out on the gym floor, preparing for our morning workout. My girlfriend was staring at me, shaking her head, as I collapsed upon my upper thigh in an extended stretch.
"Practice, my dear, practice," I winked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said. "While it's impressive, it's just not right."
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"I have a special dessert for you, sweetie", Christina said to me as she cleared the dinner table.
"I was wondering where all this was headed" I replied. My wife Christina is a complete ass-play freak, and tonight she prepared a wonderful dinner for me while dressed up as a sexy french maid. Her curvy figure was accentuated by a jet-black satin corset with white lace edging.
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