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The cold wind whipped at me as I walked up the street, Kindle in hand, only vaguely aware of my surroundings. I had just left the office and was heading back to my car, parked a few blocks away, and beginning to regret not bringing an umbrella as the rain started to fall. Regretfully I closed the Kindle's cover to protect it.

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The way that Gina roped me into creampie dessert was gradual. Now I know that she had plans from the start, and impeccably carried them out step by step. She knew that her smile dazzled the guys, and used that fact to her advantage. I remember my first night at her apartment. We had gone there after dinner, and were talking. She flashed me that smile -- eyes wide and excited, with a gleam in them, and her lips pressed together, as if trying not to let herself break into a full smile.

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Part 1 I walk in the door at Boyrdon Pharmaceuticals, leaving behind the slightly chilly outside spring air and traverse the huge lobby in direction of the check gates to the office area. I feel good and refreshed, squeaky clean, well made-up and elegantly dressed as I walk along, collecting a few short, hidden glimpses from a couple of delivery guys over at the reception desk as I pass by.

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I'm bored, sitting on the couch, playing with my hair, wishing you'd come home from work already. Looking at the clock and knowing it will be hours, I pick up a book and begin to read it. Even though my eyes are looking at the words, my mind is in other places. I think about you and how much you turn me on. I think about how we love to role-play "daddy" and "baby," being that you are older and more experienced than I am. I start to fantasize about greeting you when you come home from work with a nice long kiss and imagine all the dirty, exciting things we might do tonight.

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I consider myself not a bad looking guy, with full dark brown hair and about 5' 10" tall. I'm lean from all the triathlon training and obviously fit. I have no trouble conversing with the ladies and have a few female friends, both at work and at the Triathlon club. But because of my daytime job and triathlon training I have never found time to fit in a relationship or find the right girl. Perhaps it's also because I'm a little kinky and the girl I'm looking for is not easy to find.

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Margaret felt way over dressed. She had on a gorgeous black dress that was a bit too tight and maybe a little too short. She had decided to wear silk stockings and garter belt without any panties. That always made her feel more sexy and Brad never objected. He liked it when she dressed that way and they went out.. Had they been in some high class nightclub she would have fit right in.

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Blair looked around her new office and grinned widely. She did it. She made VP of Sales. The last quarter had been grueling, absolutely grueling. She and three other managers in the New York office had all been in the running, but everyone knew the real race for the promotion was between her and Ryan. They were the top performers for their division for the last two years, always coming in first and second. The positions flip flopped; sometimes she was first, sometimes she was second. But this time, when it mattered most, she had come out on top.

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It was the middle of July. Ninety plus degrees with heat advisories but here I was pushing the mower over the world's largest lawn because Dad had been ragging me about getting it cut. I'm dressed in shorts and tennis shoes, soaked in sweat barely able to keep a grip on the slick handle imagining I'm about to collapse as I finally finish the last strip of grass.

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It had been a rough week. Fighting with the wife had made my night life quite quiet. To top it all off she had decided to go and visit her mother for the weekend. She must have been really pissed off as she told our daughter that she could have one of her college friends spend the night. I wasn't really impressed as I was now responsible for the two of them and all their miscreant behaviors.

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After the shock of walking into the house from work and seeing my girlfriends, after the kisses and hellos and a scolding, affectionate look at my husband, I sat at the patio table and was handed a beer and got the details. My silly husband, bless him, knew how I enjoyed my nights with the girls, without our husbands, just chatting and eating things we shouldn't and laughing at our lives. He had conspired with Mona, my best friend of the group, to get the girls to my house for a night.

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