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I like to think I'm a smart cookie – and I am, usually. Like anybody else, though, I have my moments. You know them when you get them. Most times its something stupid, like locking your keys in the car, but the big ones are memorable. About a month ago, my girlfriend Robin was having a poker party. She joked before that there wasn't any point to inviting me because I clean up most nights, and it's true; I am a pretty good poker player. Even though the highest stakes are a buck, I usually win back enough for lunch the next day.

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The business trip had gone well for Peter and in the evening he decided to watch the the boxing on the big screen in the bar. He changed in his room, called his wife and then he went to the sports bar of his up-market hotel. He was lucky to get the last free table and spent a few minutes updating his records on his Blackberry before picking up the wine list.

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Note: Based on an actual experience, but somewhat embellished by author. * It was dark in the theater, and as I watched the sexy action on the screen, my 18-year-old, country-raised dick got hard as a rock. I was sitting, as alone as I could get, in an XXX-rated theater in the mysterious big city - in town for a day while my parents thought I had driven to the beach. Rubbing my eager five inches of cock was unsatisfying, so after a bit I cautiously eased it out and began a more serious attempt at self-gratification.

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Slamming the gear into neutral and cranking the emergency break, she jumped out of the driver seat and beckoned me to follow. Anxious to see how far she was willing to go, I rushed out of the car and ran after her, following her fleeting footsteps into a tucked away hotel room.

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I work in the City, and take the Underground home each evening to the suburbs. I have a nice stroll—just a couple of blocks—down pleasant, tree-lined streets with older, simple semi-detached houses. For a long time, one of the houses I passed was unoccupied. I had often fantasised, while walking by each evening, that someday I would take a love (strictly a fantasy figure) to the empty house for an evening of pleasure.

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I washed my bowl out and set it in the sink. Glancing over at the stove, I put the lid back on the pot of Chili and wiped my hands on a towel hanging from the oven. Turning up the glass of iced water, I all but chugged it down to wash the spice from my mouth. I knew I needed to quit eating hot chili. I dreaded the inevitable heartburn I would no doubt experience later.

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Melissa kicked off her sandals as she walked into her best friend's apartment. Her very drunk best friend was close behind. "I just need a little nap," Amber slurred, shuffling toward the bedroom she shared with her boyfriend Sam. He was spread out on the couch in their living room, reading a magazine.

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It took me about twenty seconds to come crashing back to reality after the last twitch of a hard orgasm left me motionless. I grabbed the back of her head and half-pulled, half-shoved her from my drenched walls. Her face, as she crawled up my weakened body, was shiny with cum and still sporting a slightly predatory look. As our lips met, I tasted the leftover remnants of her venture south.

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How humiliating. Here I am, a once-successful thirty-something, happily married, or so I thought, two kids, great house, great life, blah, blah, blah. And now...I'm looking up at the façade of my old childhood home, watching the moving men carting in the few boxes I have, the remnants of that successful life that's now wrecked to hell and back. Ye gods, does anything spell "loserville" like moving back home with your mommy???

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It's the end of the evening and we find ourselves in a luxurious hotel bar, it's late, the lights are low and we've been drinking, you've been unable to keep your hands off me all night and I've been teasing you with promises of what's to come. I chose my outfit carefully; a black lace body with a plunging neckline that exposes just the right amount of cleavage, a sequined skirt which skims my hips allowing for easy access and black patent heels that make my legs go on forever.

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