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'I have never, ever, experienced anything like it. Honestly, it was the best massage I have ever had, bar none. When I went I didn't know what to expect because Jenny wouldn't tell me. She wanted it to be a surprise, she said, and she was right there, it was a surprise all right. If I'd known in advance I probably wouldn't have gone, but I'm so glad I did. I came out feeling absolutely wonderful, and wondering what the hell had hit me at the same time.

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(Hi everyone! I have wanted to submit a story for years, but have never completed one that I was happy with. So, I decided to just to go for it by submitting this. I really want you to have an enjoyable time with it and feel free to give a first timer some critiques. So, I will stop my ramblings and let you get on with reading!)

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Mady, short for Madeline was riding high, she sat on the plane gazing out the window, here she was about to make one of the biggest deals her firm could capture, Mrs. Madeline Goddard could even get a department all to her self, the boss, she stifled a giggle. She contemplated her life, once Miss Madeline Stokes, then Mrs. Madeline Jensen, she pondered on that short failed marriage, was it her fault she lost the baby, was it her fault she couldn't have children now, was it her fault he wanted them and ended her happiness, was it?

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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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I was meeting close friends John and Ryan at the club. They were bringing Mark, a friend of John's from university who'd recently moved to the city. That might sound like they were trying to hook us up but I'd never needed their help. They knew I'd end the evening with him anyway, as long as he was reasonably good-looking. He was better, but much too controlled for my tastes. The green-hazel eyes were calm and probing, all at the same time, the mouth with its thin upper lip and full lower lip didn't get a lot of exercise as if he thought through every thing before he spoke, not a single blond strand out of place.

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"Heaton? Paul Heaton?" My assistant addressed the class of sixth-form boys. "Here, Miss." The teenage boy nonchalantly raised his arm. "When this class is finished Mrs. Horner wants to see you in her office. I've already informed Mr. Rotheray that you'll miss his lesson." She handed him a slip of paper and left the classroom.

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First, let me introduce myself. My name is Janet; I'm a 45 year old woman from Edison, NJ. I'm a happily married woman with a daughter and two step-children (I'm Bill's second wife). I used to work and be independent before I met my husband, but after we had our first child I decided to stop working so I could take care of the kids. Bill earns more than a nice living, and to be honest, I really liked taking care of my family. Bill is a sweetheart, and I've become very attached to his daughter Katie (12). His son David (18) and I never really get along until recently. I think he blamed me for his dad's divorce and he's only accepted me lately.

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I know you’re there before I even open my eyes. My senses are so attuned to you, I always know when you’re in the room. I can’t help but smile when I think of your reaction as you find me in bed, asleep, with Casey. Casey and I had been shopping and indulged in a fairly liquid lunch. A bottle and a half of wine later, I decided I wanted to buy something sexy..something that would really knock your socks off.

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The name's Piper. Peter Piper. But I don't pick pecks of pickled peppers. I solve cases. I'm a private dick. That's a detective for those of you who don't know the lingo. A private eye. It was a miserable Friday afternoon. Cold, damp, foggy. The weather was foul. And so was my mood. My bank account was dwindling at an alarming pace. I hadn't had a case in weeks. I was sitting behind my battered desk in my shabby office on the second floor of the Burke building, downtown. Way downtown. I was sitting there and I was worrying. If something didn't happen soon, I was in deep shit. I had bills to pay.

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NOTE: Different perspectives (Third Person, and switching off of characters). This is my first time posting my work on an erotic space, please be kind. Enjoy! *Third Person* It was a breezy spring day and the family was planning to go for a little road trip. To visit some family. Lacey and Ryan were sitting at the back of the car, windows all the way down, both lost in their own worlds. Driving was Lacey's stepfather and beside him, Lacey's mother.

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