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"What's for dinner? Lamb chops, I hope. You do those so well." "Of course, if that's what you want, Ely. If that's what you want, than that's what we'll have." He's got no taste buds left, I think. What does he care if it's lamb, pork, or shit? Note to self—while I try to keep my voice from having the sarcastic edge Ely had complained about of late. Of course we don't have any lamb chops in the house. I'll have to go to the market.

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"Maybe Mr. Smith would like to tell us what he thinks." I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the voice of my teacher. Realising I had been daydreaming again she'd spotted me and brought it to the attention of everyone else in the lecture hall, much to my reddening embarrassment. "Sorry Miss, I was miles away" I apologised.

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Jonathon J. Pierce was neither a morning person, nor a Monday person, and this moment happened to be both. Amy, his primary partner, devoted submissive and beloved pet, had been away since Thursday on a company trip to a marketing conference in Atlanta, GA and would not return until the coming weekend. While he missed her terribly, he got so little personal time that he jealously guarded what he did manage to scrounge up, so he'd had all weekend to himself and he was very "not ready" for this work week to begin.

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What a rotten day! What happened to 'the best years of your life'? I thought being eighteen was supposed to be everything a girl could ever want. Well my life sure proved that theory wrong. Dad had left Mom back in August for a bitch that was almost young enough to be my sister. And for the first couple of months he'd actually acted like he thought I could like that whore! And then they had moved. Somewhere out west, I think. We hadn't heard from him since. I guess he deposited the support directly into Mom's account until a few weeks ago when I turned eighteen. And then that stopped, too.

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Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Had a very shiny nose And if you ever saw it You would even say it glows I hate that Rudolph song. Bioluminescent reindeer are offensive in every way - not realistic. And I don't know why we should fill kids' heads with shit like that. I mean, I know very well what being bioluminescent is like and it's not all rainbows and unicorns. It's not kid stuff by any means. And Christmas is total crap, too.

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"Turn... over... Batgirl..." Sexual urgency and power seasoned the woman's voice as she slowly and deliberately ordered me--not asked--to do her bidding. I swallowed hard and focused on my breathing to avoid hyperventilating. I was never so excited in my life. My hands and knees on the mattress I arched my back so that my ass and soaking wet pussy were clearly exposed to the woman's view: I was ready for her entry.

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Penny sorted through the mail. The usual lot: bills, catalogs, applications for credit cards. She was about to toss it all aside when a smallish envelope with very flowery handwriting caught her attention. She opened it and read: 'You are cordially invited to a Lady of the Night lingerie party at the home of Kimberly Morgan, this Saturday, the twenty-first at one PM.'

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My name is Shaun Jacobs and this is the story of my first sexual experience and my first time falling in love. I am twenty one years old, 6' 2", slim build, short dark brown hair and green eyes. I have light skin and bit of a stubbly beard.

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I was heading to pick up my wife's cousin since she was catching a ride with us. My sister-in-law was graduating from grad school this weekend, and I had to drive 4 hours up, hang out with in-laws, and drive four hours back. Not looking forward to a shot weekend. I pulled into her driveway and gave the horn a honk. Emily came out and instantly I saw another piece of torture this weekend.

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You first met him in your psych 201 class even though he was a senior and you were only a sophomore. He sat next to you the very first day and immediately started flirting. You liked it and you liked him. He was just your type. Strong, tall, athletic. A surfer build and tan skin. Cropped blonde hair and blue eyes. Smitten, you couldn't get enough. For him it seemed like a game, every day he'd flirt and tease you, and every day he'd leave without your phone number or without asking you out.

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