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To be honest, I never actually considered this to be a fetish, until I met Kathy anyway. I think most guys (and some women too) enjoy squirting, cumming, watching their spunk spurting against a pair of luscious breasts. They don't have to be large one's either, just breasts. And not like it's an all the time thing either, just once in a while, that dirty, naughty, somewhat kinky mood hits. And you want to squirt on a pair of nice looking titties.

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She was to meet him at the city park on the east side of town, at 4:30. When he told her to be ready for anything, she just laughed. He was always saying crazy things to make her laugh; she never expected that this time he was deadly serious. She was to be dressed in his favourite outfit, the loose skirt and shirt he liked her to wear for his convenience.

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The shame, the paranoia, the guilt, I'd experienced it all in high school. I'd watch the other guys in the shower out of the corner of my eye, terrified I'd get an erection and be betrayed. After that you'd think I'd grow up and come out of the closet, but I pretended to myself as much as anyone else that I wasn't gay. I dated, I had sex, I got my first apartment, and still I looked at other guys out of the corner of my eye.

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It had been about an hour since the card game in the kitchen had broken up, and I noticed that we didn't play as long as we used to. Maybe that was because the other two players were getting older, although my mother is only 50 and her brother Butch is just a couple years older.

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The fourth book was the one that really took off. It was recommended both by Larry King and by Oprah, and my agent said he had never seen such a reaction—and that it would be a while before it ever happened again. It was a surprise to me, too. I didn't think the way that I had written about the old south would have been so well-received. I had anticipated that the book would have been too stuffy, since I felt like it was over-researched. And that it would have been too scandalous.

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Anna looked up at Ben's face, he had a dreamy look in his eyes watching carefully as she enjoyed running her lips up his taut, velvety penis, reaching the tip and allowing her tongue to revel in the pre-cum she found there. Her lips then surrounded his shaft and she sucked the member into her aching throat. She felt Ben twitch, his hips leaving the blanket for a moment and a groan emanating from his throat.

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"Shit Joe!" I snapped in angry embarrassment. "How many times do I have to remind you to put a rubber band on the doorknob!" "Oh wow!" my college roommate cried. "Sorry man!" "And must you always do it on the rug?" I complained. "Your bed it right there!" "I like the rug," he replied with a grin.

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I imagine you coming home tonight, surprised how all your snow chores are done. You walk into the house and it's warm, there's a light in the kitchen, and you enter, curious about what you'll find. As you enter I turn around and smile. I've been hard at work at the stove, cooking our diner. You can tell that a soup is bubbling away, perfect for this cold winter night.

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I pouted as I watched Melanie type away on her laptop. She was so sexy when she was working. She had on her black pajama bottoms and a black sports bra. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and her face wore an expression of concentration. She was an advertising executive at the firm she worked at, and she had to close a deal with some big shoe chain. All of the details were a bit lost on me since I never cared much for business, but she loves it.

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I took a look at myself in the mirror with pleasure. I was wearing my favorite black tank top that dipped down to display my full C cup breasts along with my short black skirt. It looked good along with my athletic build, long sexy black hair and some assertive heels to top it all off. I knew it looked like I was ready to go to the club, but the truth was I was heading to the library.

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