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Benny loved her. Always had, ever since he met her nearly a year ago. Sometimes he would lay awake in his bed, at home looking up at the ceiling where dappled shadows played during moonlit nights. He would slip out of his shorts and hold his cock in his hand, and conjure her up in his mind. Her dark hair would swirl about her face and her large green eyes would twinkle as her lusciously thick lips curved up in a joyous smile revealing her perfect white teeth. Sometimes his imagination would allow him a glimpse of creamy white breasts swelling from the top of her low cut blouse, and sometimes he could even make the blouse vanish.

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My family was brought up with the ideal that nudity was different than sex. Me, my sister, and my parents could all be naked around each other and it wasn't sexual, it was just the way we were. We weren't nudists, though, we didn't go to nudist colonies or nude beaches. But when we were at home, we would relax by taking off our clothes.

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Jamie couldn't believe how she had gotten herself into this situation. The situation being that she was on all fours, licking the asshole of a tight-bodied Asian girl, while she was receiving the fucking of her life from a gorgeous Latina. It felt like that girl was going to split her in half with the strap-on that she was plowing into Jamie's sloppy wet cunt.

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Kurt was nervous. She was meant to be there in fifteen minutes, it was quarter to six now and the movie started at six-thirty. She had told him she would be round to pick him up, it would just be easier that way. He had put on his favourite shirt; Navy blue and plain, he wore it everywhere he went and didn't feel the need to dress up tonight. He was also wearing his oldest pair of jeans, held up by a belt he had just gotten the week before, Kurt despised shopping and even more so when it was for pants.

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This is a work of fiction, designed for entertainment purposes only. A small prelude: I was watching the video game network the other day when I realized how hot two out of the three hosts of this stupid show are. I don't know what the hell the show is called, but two hot chicks and some douchebag host it. The contrast between the two ladies was what got my mind workin.

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A choice of punishments? It had been 15 years since they had started tightening up the littering laws, and for the last 7 years they had been imposing prison sentences. When my bag of shopping broke, I thought I had picked it all up, but it was just my luck that a policeman found the one cybergrape I had missed.

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Wine, Peg's father used to say, is a double-edged sword. As a child, she'd puzzled over how anything liquid could be simultaneously solid and with a sharp edge no less, but now she knew better. The lowering of inhibitions, the loosening of tongues, the enhancement of whatever mood you happened to be in -- these were the actions of wine, for good or for ill. Inhibitions kept you from doing or saying the things you might regret, but they could also stand in the way of trying something new and exciting.

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I first met Preeti while I was working for a customer of mine and noticed her immediately as being a very attractive young girl. I had always liked East Indian women and she had all the qualities that made me feel that way, including her perfect smooth soft skin, jet-black hair and her slim, but full figured body. We chatted a lot the day I first met her and I knew that she liked me and she also knew that I found her attractive.

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For some reason my parents had my sister and me far apart. I was now thirty-three and Abby was twenty-two. I guess you could say there was a mistake along the way. I also didn't see my sister very often. That was about to change. Abby called me recently and asked if she could visit. I thought it might be a good idea to get a little closer to my younger sister, so I told her to come and stay.

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Back in 1971, I was a rather naive 18 year old, but one summer afternoon I discovered a whole lot about human nature, as well as learning a valuable lesson. Never judge a book by the cover. It was mid-morning on a weekday afternoon. The sun was hot and with high school already a fading memory, I was doing what most of my crowd did that summer before heading to college, which was hanging out.

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