Lisbeth was bored. She idly went through the motions of straightening the shelves of the upscale boutique where she worked on this dreary Thursday morning. Lisbeth was twenty-four and she married less than two years ago, having come from her native Denmark as an au pair originally. The Georgetown lawyer to whom she was married treated her as a trophy wife, insisting that she escort him to his many social events, but once they got home, the middle-aged partner became icily cold to Lisbeth, precluding any carnal activities.
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This is Johan in Kristiansand, Norway, telling Kari, his girlfriend, one summer morning why he is no longer as shy as he had been in the spring. If he seems to have been a little too naïve, that is because the incident takes place some forty years. They are supposed to be going to the library and then having a lunch of Sunday leftovers in his house, since his parents both work. Kari, who is a couple of months older than now 18 year-old Johan, already has some experience with her brother and is delighted when Johan suggests that they immediately go to his family's house, where they end up naked in bed together, kissing and masturbating each other.
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I was very horny.
I don’t know why exactly, it was just one of those days when my cock stayed semi-hard all day long, and my thoughts often would drift into the realm of fantasy and desire. Usually when this happens I find a way to go into the bathroom at work and relieve the pressure, but today I was hustling to get out of work early.
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My best friend Gavin was going with one of the girls in our circle of friends. Her name was Justine and I kind of had the hots for her. We were all in our last year at school and I wasn't the sort of guy to get much action; not that I'm unattractive. I just find it hard to talk to girls. I get shy and they always end up with someone who isn't. Gavin's always good at getting girls; knows how to talk to them and I always end up being the third wheel when we hang out together.
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I’ve known Margie White and her family since I was 4, she has been my mother’s best friend forever it seems. I had a crush on her that wouldn’t end, she has great big tits and a large ass, and it doesn’t even bother me that her belly bulged out. She always had a smile for me and on open ear to listen to anything I had to say. I would go over to her house to visit her son Neil even though he was 2 years older than me.
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Hi, it's me again...Crista. Well if you read my last post "Thru The Window", you remember how at 19 I caught my next door neighbor masturbating in her back yard and how that completely changed my entire sexual persona. From that point on I fantasized constantly about being with another girl. I had boyfriends yes and loved sex with them, but I just couldn't shake this fantasy.
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Sam watched the two girls leave the bar and sighed wistfully. The blonde was stacked and he was in deeply in lust.
"They're way out of your league," commented Darren with a snort. "Besides, I don't think you're the right gender."
"No way," stated Sam with a glare in Darren's direction. "I know for a fact Jenny's into men."
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My experience with Roz started some years ago. I was working as an estate agent in a small firm selling very up market area. Apart from the fact that the commissions were good I had the added bonus of a lot of very bored housewives coming to get evaluations of their houses. These had led to some very interesting experiences. The best of these was my experience with Roz.
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"Alison, have you seen my light blue shirt? You know, the silky one that I wear for more formal occasions..?"
My mum barely dragged her eyes away from the news on the TV.
"I ironed it yesterday. It's hanging in the wardrobe next to your best suit."
"And my dark-blue tie..?"
"Where you hung it yourself after you wore it last time, inside the wardrobe door..."
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the result of my imagination or are used within a fictitious context. Any resemblance to actual people, alive or deceased, places, or incidents is entirely coincidental.
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