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David padded naked back from the shower in a good mood. A day off work when his wife was working always gave him a positive feeling. A sense of freedom. What should he do? Undisturbed access to the Internet was on his mind. Flirt with someone in a chatroom or download some porn and jerk off. The day was his.

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Jesus Christ! Had he just said that? Really? He couldn't believe it. Here he was, 64 years old, and he finally couldn't prevent blurting out a yearning which should have stayed private for ever. It was a cliché, sure, but at that moment time just froze. He was conscious of no other sound or movement; perhaps his heart even stopped beating. The room was a photograph.

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When Mandy walked into Drake's yearly Halloween Scream party, most of the male heads turned. Which really wasn't surprising, she was gorgeous. Petite, only about 5 feet tall and with a killer body; her boobs were too big for her frame, but the guys loved to look at them. Large and luscious, she was hoping to get them reduced when she saved up enough money, but as a college student of course she didn't have enough right now.

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I entered the classroom behind a group of kids going in, hoping that I could blend in and he wouldn't notice there was an extra person in his class. I didn't want to make him nervous; he had told me that he would be if he knew I was watching him teach. I had hoped that I could watch him and sneak out again without him knowing I had been there; well, at least until after.

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I was worn to a frazzle. My 7-year old twin boys were driving me up the wall now that school was out. "What are we going to do today?" each one asked over and over. Finally their dad took pity on me and took them off my hands for an extended weekend. They left early on Wednesday morning to spend time with Craig's parents. I went back to bed.

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Karen March 2001 I first encountered Miss Chapman at school. She was the home economics teacher and a guidance teacher too. Teachers tended to view me as a generally intelligent pupil who inexplicably did stupid things to get in trouble occasionally. One such occasion when I was in my second last year resulted in me waiting to be called into Ms Chapman's office for trying to play truant that afternoon.

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Let me tell you about a party we had a few years back. Every year at our house my wife Dawn and I hosted a Christmas party for my employees. This one particular party was going to be the last one though because I had sold my company to a guy that had a pocket full of cash.

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It's just been one of those days. Work was a pain, the car gave me a few problems, and my hot water ran out before I was finished with my shower. I finally decided to give up and just go to sleep. So I'm lying in bed, my eyes just ready to close so I can dream about his hands on my body again, when I think I hear a noise. I sit up and stare out into the darkness. The shadows play across the wall from the moonlight coming through the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony I begged my man to build.

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CHAPTER ONE

Phillip Wynne stared down at the letter in his hands and tried his best to feel something. Rage, anguish, anything at all.

There was supposed to be grief when someone died, tears and heartfelt eulogies, the cutting pain of loss. Instead, he felt... nothing. Just numbness, an absolute void of emotion. 

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"Want a spanking?" I squirmed in my chair, he stood behind me to speak. I shook my head, intentionally bashful. "I think you're about due for one." I could feel the warmth between my legs, the wetness, increase. If I leaned forward a little bit I'd get the first pulse of pleasure, he knew that, he put his hand on my shoulder and kept my back against the chair.

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