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It's Dayna's fault again. It's Dayna's fault that I'm up at 3:30 in the morning on a Thursday, struggling to keep my eyes open, nursing a bourbon, sitting in my office. That girl is nothing but trouble. I've raised three kids now and two of them turned out fine. Julie is in med school, dating a handsome venture capitalist who knows exactly how much to kiss up to me. Tommy is a little bit of an introvert, but studying computer programming at MIT is an achievement that makes me proud of him.

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It was before noon and I had checked into my hotel. I called the potential customer to confirm my afternoon appointment, only to be informed that something had come up and he wouldn't be able to meet me that afternoon. Agitated, I fumed for a few minutes, for if I'd known that, I would have waited to fly into Rockford until the next morning. Now my afternoon was wasted, not to mention the needless expense of a night in a hotel. Then I remembered that my old running buddy, Vincent Zemoza had been transferred to Rockford about five years ago.

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Andrea and I have been friends for almost ten years. We met when she started dating a friend of mine. Andrea was fresh out of high school then and the first thing I noticed were her flawless sized seven and a half feet. Being that we live in Florida, Andrea was always wearing flip flops and showing off her amazing feet. Andrea is a beautiful girl besides just her feet.

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I realize I am a single mom. I am not too bad to look at, but everyone who I have dated that's found out I have a three year old has fled. I was married. Jamie's father, Jake, was your basic good-for-nothing-but-sex, and even then he was only good to himself. I really don't think he ever gave me an orgasm, but he never failed to get his rocks off. When I found out I was pregnant, I thought it would make him happy. He refused to wear condoms, saying he couldn't feel anything through them, and he never let me start the pill because he couldn't stand the thought of me gaining weight. Maybe I should have been less assuming about the baby.

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This tale is my fortieth submission to Literotica and I've enjoyed writing every one of them. As time has gone on, I've attempted to develop the people and personalities more to give the stories a better and realistic feel to them. Most of the people I've introduced are those that I've met or seen somewhere, although not necessarily met. I manage this by people watching, sometimes just sitting in a mall or in a restaurant or in the foyer of a movie theatre.

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Everybody has their first times. For most of my peers, it was with a girlfriend, or just some chick at a party. But for boys like me -- awkward, gawky, cute and complete buffoons -- first times are perhaps even better than a fumble in the back seat of a beat-up car past 11 on a school night. I was a late bloomer. But by the summer of 1990, I had come into my own physically. Much of my chubbiness had disappeared into a taut physique. And for the first time in my life, I looked good in form fitting pants.

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I thought I'd tell you about my dream/fantasy/nightmare for a story tonight. My dream starts out with you out in town at a cafe, and an Asian woman coming up and whispering in your ear, "Hi Handsome, you like get lucky?" in her Asian accent. Of course your dick immediately gets hard as you look at her beautiful face and tiny body. Her tits are huge compared to the rest of her, and your dick is harder than its ever been before.

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She was sitting on the bed taking slow deep breaths. They had met online and now it was time to rendezvous with her online lover. Actually they were much more than just online lovers. They were friends, writing partners, and in a Dominate/submissive relationship. She had met him while she was off school in the summer and had liked his charismatic personality, passion, and creativity.

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Kim was enjoying her summer break. She was working part time as a cashier at a grocery store, earning money for college. She was enjoying the freedom of being “in between” boyfriends, and enjoying going to clubs and casually dating a few different guys. She made several friends at the grocery store, including Dylan and Jon, two stock clerks who worked in the back of the store. They were both friends who had graduated from the same high school that spring. Kim went to clubs with them sometimes and really enjoyed their company.

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Melissa straightened the collar of her suit coat and steeled herself for the inevitable inappropriate comments as she climbed onto the bus. The swampy Southern air was awfully hot for a coat, and she had been sorely tempted to leave it in her car. But there was no way she was joining Mr.

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