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David woke up suddenly. Not really sure what woke him up; he sat up and looked around. It was just 2:00 am. As he rolled over in bed he realized he had a hard-on in his underwear he wore to bed. A little surprised, he thought about maybe giving his hand another workout before rolling over and falling asleep.

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Chapter 1. Last Chance. "Sit down Gregory," the editor said. When he called me "Gregory" instead of "Greg," I knew there was trouble brewing. He sat looking down at some papers pretending to read; definitely a sign of trouble. After a couple of minutes of this he looked up at me, unsmiling, and came straight to the dismal point. "We've all had our women troubles but we don't let it interfere with our work performance."

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I would like to tell you about how I recently celebrated my husband Alan's fiftieth birthday, as it was a life changing occasion for the both of us. My name is Brigitte and I am forty eight years old. I have been married to Alan for well over 20 years now. We get on well and as the time has passed I have got to know the deep secret places where he keeps his dreams and fantasies.

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"May you live in interesting times," Anya intoned. "Man, I always get that one!" "In bed," I reminded her saucily. "Speaking of which… Josh's coming over tonight," she giggled. "Read yours!" "You are about to embark on a fabulous adventure." I paused for a beat then added, "In bed." "Well, you are going on a trip tomorrow!" Anya squealed excitedly. "And it's been way too long since you had a man in your bed, mister."

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As you can tell from previous stories, Katie and I have a very active sex life. We are open to a lot of different options and very rarely turn down an opportunity to try something new. Of course, with her being best friends with Becca, they share their deepest wants and desires with each other. That usually ends up with something new happening and everybody gets excited to give it a go.

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Our physical difference was striking. I'm a brute—at least I look like one. Over six feet, with broad shoulders and thick legs, I dwarfed her barely five foot frame. Where I loom, all burliness and beard and full, round ass, she receded, her thin arms and legs topped by a spindly bottom and slightly sunken cheeks that were the most obvious sign of her fifty-nine years.

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He awoke knowing that he could go to college late that day. Nothing before 1.00 pm, so he could luxuriate and linger in his room. As a second year student, he had greater control over his timetable and today he had to present a paper to his tutor in a one-to-one after lunch. The paper was all but finished so he had no worries about that, and he began to plan his easy morning.

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I had the radio turned up louder than I had done in a long time and was singing along to the music as I drove. The beautiful fall scenery passing by the outside of my car had begun to look more and more familiar with each passing mile. I knew that within a few minutes I would be back to a place and a time where I had not been in years.

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I'm still working on the behemoth stories. Here's something I poked at in the meantime, and I spit this one out pretty quick, too. Hope there aren't too many errors. For those that like their fiction hard, this probably isn't your sauce. No worries, I have that coming. I do appreciate the comments and criticisms. It's helping, I hope.

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Tearing her clothes right off of her body, I soon had Sally completely naked. I looked over her gorgeous body, and stroked my hard, thick cock. She was the sexiest woman I'd ever dated, and I considered myself very lucky. I mean, I'm not male-model material. Just an average Joe with an average build. And Sally -- she was stunning. Slender, with wavy shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, and full red lips.

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