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I am nervous as I walk up the stairwell. The sound of my shoes scuffing each stair reflects off the dingy once-white walls of the narrow hallway like an insistent warning, telling me to turn around and walk away with every step. Yet I continue, pursuing my chosen course with the same timid determination that has carried me through this day. Ever since I came out to my car and found the note tucked underneath my wiper blade.

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It wasn't the way I had expected to be spending a sunny afternoon in June, but I had no complaints. Neither did Joey, the cute eighteen year old guy who was on his back, naked as the day he was born. His cock was hard and from the look on his face, he was enjoying the way my hands were working on his cock and balls.

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It was the Fourth of July and my friend Neil and I had been celebrating the holiday at my apartment most of the day with a traditional cookout. As dusk approached, I suggested that we go to the local community college to see the fireworks display. Neil was game for it, so we headed out. On the way, I asked him if he was interested in some female companionship while we were out for the evening.

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I got home that night. Got a beer from the fridge, tanked it, and thought about what I had done. I fucked up, I know. I looked around my room and it never looked so empty in my life. I took off my cloths, took a quick shower and tried to go to bed.

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Jean is a real pistol. She is 50 to my 39 and I suppose she almost looks it. I wouldn't say that she is truly pretty, but she's a ball of fire and has that infinite capacity for enjoying the situation, whatever it is. She is tall, about 5'9" or so and about 135 or 140, but still diminutive compared to my 6'4" and 245 lbs.

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Imagine my dread when my Mother told me that I'd be spending three weeks in Little Rock, Arkansas with my Aunt so that she could go on her church trip to Mexico. Me, the sophisticated, suburban 20 year old college girl from Buffalo having to spend three weeks of my summer vacation in Arkansas! My Aunt Karen and Uncle Todd were cool enough, in their early 50's I remembered, but I just didn't relish the thought of leaving my cozy living quarters in the basement of our house. Yes, my basement where I could toy my ever-dripping pussy with my favorite dildos whenever I pleased.

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I sat in the lounge, swirling my gin & tonic, absently tapping a finger to the piped music. Nothing about this trip had lined up as it should have: a week in Florence, now on my second day in Rome, with nothing to show for it. My backers would not be pleased, but I was not concerned with their disapproval. I'm too much of a professional to place anything above my own standards.

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“Do you trust me?” His deep, soft voice whispered in my ear. He was behind me, his hands gently caressing my shoulders and upper arms. Something in his voice made me hesitate. Did I trust him? I was looking at our bed. At the things he had laid on it. There were padded restraints fastened to the corners, a dark scarf on the pillows, and odd shapes under another dark scarf.

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No sooner than the next day after Lindsay and I talked in IMs about her having sex with her friend Christina that she wanted me to join her in seducing the young blonde. She explained her plan to me after her and I had a great evening of sex, in which she came on my tongue and cock.

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This was the first spring day that was both warm and not raining. Just the kind of day I had been waiting for. I live on Flat Avenue which is just a block from the town Cemetery. I wanted to put flowers on four graves my mother, father, husband and my brother. The family plot is near the center of the cemetery and just off to the circle. So I can park on the road and not have to walk too far on the grass.

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