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In the early grey light of dawn, my eyes travel over her as she sleeps, wispy strands of hair trace patterns on her cheek, a damp spot on the pillow, the saliva of slumber, freckled shoulders naked as the breaking day. We passed the point of turning back; hands held we crossed a bridge, felt its heat as it burnt in the darkness of the night lighting our future.

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The muscle car jammed to a stop, pavement ripping into tires, making a shriek only slightly louder than, say, a 13-inch masonry blade tearing through highway concrete. Choking slightly as acrid smoke of burning rubber washed over me, I ran to the driver's window and quickly negotiated a ride.

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"Bugger it," Colin muttered as he knocked a pile of notes on to the floor. He had been working at the computer on a tutorial paper for most of the morning and had stood up to have a stretch. He knelt down and started to reassemble the notes when he spotted a book among the tangle of wires at the back of computer that at some time must have fallen down the back of the desk. He picked it up, looked at it, and realised that it was a book he had borrowed from his friend Damien at least a couple of months ago and had been forgotten.

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I have found such pleasure in being a Dom. I have also discovered a sweet release in being a Sub. Last night, I was both, at different times. Our friend came over, and as soon as he showed up, I was all about being the Sub. I didn't even look in his eyes until he told me to. It was twenty minutes before I even saw what he was wearing. I was clothed in exactly what he told me to wear.

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She is dancing with her friends in a club. The crowd is hyped up on the upbeat dance music, their bodies moving silhouettes, writhing rhythmically, bumping, grinding. It's pitch dark except for the intermittent movement of a great many colored strobe lights, the sparkle off the shiny disco ball dispersed across various surfaces in the room. She came here with a group of friends, guys and girls alike, celebrating the start of the weekend after a grueling workweek.

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Hold on to your hat, it's gonna be a bumpy ride! Yes I have to admit that mostly, I like to be the dominant partner under the sheets. So, you can imagine the exertion of retaining control when you get involved with, and live with, a partner that shares the same sexual drive and proclivities. On any one particular night; morning; afternoon; quickie before leaving for work; who was going to retain control? "Mmm, tis a beguiling sensual mystery!"

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Kara and I walked side-by-side down the long stone stairs away from the Court House. We and done the same thing for quite a few weekdays; she had been staying with me in my big five bedroom house for two months since David's bail was revoked for drugs and alcohol. His big, young, strong body did not swagger as much when the judge handed down seven and a half to twenty for Murder II. He had stolen my car, my deceased wife's wedding rings and killed a woman while driving under the influence.

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Sometimes it's what you don't say. The phone call came in the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday. The day is extremely hectic as the full moon has the children going a little loony. My office is full of little ones who have in some way earned a trip to the detention room. I love my job but some days I am overwhelmed. Today is one of those days. When I answered my phone I am just a little bit rushed.

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It was all because of Doris.

We all live in or near Southampton, Sally is off to study music at a prestigious academy in Edinburgh. And she needs Doris to go with her. Taking the train would involve crossing London to change stations, flying would mean Doris needing her own seat, together with all the other paraphernalia. So, using our own transport is the only option. Dad owns the Volvo, it's new and ideal for the 450-mile journey, but he works as a senior air traffic controller and can't get four days off, and Mum won't drive that distance, especially having to return alone. So, they need a mug who can take the time off, and that mug is me.

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I could hardly believe the words that had just come from my wife's mouth. "Now, you two kiss..." Kate and I looked at each other as though we were waiting for Erika to tell us she was joking. Her silence, and the look she was giving us told us she wasn't. So, as my wife of 10 years watched intently, I leaned in to kiss Kate.

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