Adam Cowel was a nerd–he got good grades, and he was damn proud of it. He worked hard for them, and didn't take low grades easily or without a fight. He was also captain of the school debate team, and a member of the school choir. Even though he was a nerd, he was proud of the fact that he didn't play stupid games like Dungeons and Dragons and stuff like that.
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I remembered seeing her for the first time. So beautiful in her unique charm. Blue eyes and Dark hair that seemed to almost float along the wind. I could feel a warmth between my legs as soon as she looked my way. I had to taste her. I myself was not what you call beautiful. 5’5, long dirty blonde hair, more curves then I wanted.
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I'm leaving my last class of the day at college when Kerry, the gorgeous blond, blue eyed cheerleader with a body suitable for the swimsuit issue, sees me and calls out, "Hi, Greta, do you have some time right now?" I knew that I would have to face Kerry again sometime but had hoped to put it off as long as possible. It looks like this is as long as it's going to be.
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Brad parked his SUV before a bright yellow building with the words 'Welcome to The Recycling Center' painted in blue on the wall. "Let's get this over with," he grumbled as he climbed the metal steps and entered the cavernous interior. He stood staring in amazement at the hectic scene before him. Rows of people in brown coveralls stood next to moving conveyor belts filled with trash, deftly plucking cans, bottles, foam cartons and other items from them and dropping them down brightly colored chutes.
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8===> Discovering a surprise neighbor in the freshman dorm
Ben leaned up against the door frame of the entrance to his dorm room and took in all the insanity going on in the hallway. One incoming freshman after another was busy dragging boxes and laptops and stereos and suitcases down the long corridor in search of the specific room that would be their cramped quarters for the next nine months. All the confusion, scurrying around, and bumping into each other was like watching ants at a church picnic.
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I hate doctor's visits so much so that it had been six years since my last exam. They always liked to poke and prod in places I'd rather have not explored, at least by another man. So when they scheduled me with a female nurse practitioner I figured I'd give it a shot.
But when she walked in I started having second thoughts. She was not at all what I expected.
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William Devlin made ready the umbrellas, the seating, and even metered the ambient light of the room in preparation for his new client. Ms. Kayden Summers she had requested a series of bust close ups of herself in a long black gown.
She had found his little off path studio via referral from a young lady that had sat for a series of graduation photos several years back.
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Dan was alone. After many years of a very happy marriage he lost his beloved wife Mary to cancer. He had taken early retirement in order to look after in the last few months and now he missed her dreadfully.
Eighteen months had passed since the funeral and Dan had completed just about every bit of decorating and repair outstanding around the house, including the replacement of the shed and the building of a new summerhouse.
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Ellen and I have been so busy raising our children and meeting our responsibilities that we somehow managed to avoid spending time together for about ten years. We grew distant, but still loved each other. In fact, I have always lusted after my wife. When we were dating, Ellen had a wild side. We made love in cars, on beaches, and in the woods; where a hiker once caught us. I remember it well because Ellen was on top of me and just told the guy to move along as if he had found us picnicking.
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In a previous story I shared how I'd met a couple in St. Louis, Dennis and Jane, and our first time together. As I'd mentioned then the company I worked for at the time sent me to St. Louis several times a year on business, so we've had the opportunity to get together several more times since. We didn't always meet for sex, sometimes it was dinner and drinks but we had become pretty good friends so we were comfortable with each other, enough so they'd invited me to their home. This story however is about one of our sexual encounters.
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