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Laura kissed her husband on the lips and watched as he turned, picked up his carry-on bag and headed down the tunnel to the waiting plane. She still couldn't believe that he was going to Florida and leaving her in Minne-fucking-apolis -- in January! In prior years she'd gone with him to his partners meetings. But not this year.

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It had been a few days since I heard from Sally. Our initial sexcapades had been intense. I was getting hard just thinking about them. My wife had to head out of town to finish a contract with a customer, so it left me alone. The pool was nice, nude swimming was a favorite on mine. The phone woke me out of my daydreaming. "Hello." I said.

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Charity and Chad had been friends for a very long time. Never anything intimate not even the slightest tint of sexual interest on either of their parts. They had met while attending college and always seemed to look upon each other for support and friendship and nothing more. Although that was the way it seemed to them both something darker had been lurking in Chad’s mind for a while now.

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My name is Matt and I am married to a wonderful woman named Linda. We have been married for about 5 years. Recently her parents were down for a visit and asked me if I could help them out. John asked if I could travel back with them to Ohio and help them for a week to set up their new business. My Father-In-Law is a very intelligent man but he doesn't know the first thing about computers so I agreed. My wife teaches middle school so she couldn't just take off so she stayed behind.

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When I came into the bedroom and saw her off white skirt with the butterflies I knew it was going to be a great day and I was going to get to see her in heels and hose. I was ready and tending to the kids when she came out and she looked great. She had on her brown pumps and sheer Hanes silk reflections. I immediately got the camera and snapped as many picture as I could with the kids running around. My wife sat in her chair reading the paper and crossed her legs towards me, I could see the arch of her foot and she ever so slightly let her shoe slip on her foot a bit exposing just a tad bit more of her foot.

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Even though my new roommate was straight, he never had any problem with me being gay. In fact, from the start I think he was intrigued by it. More and more he was hanging out with my gay friends and acting totally comfortable among them, unlike many other straights guys I've known. Brian was a freshman and was assigned as my roommate after my old one dropped out of school.

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A meeting with the new boss, great. I hadn't met him yet so he called me away from my busy schedule just so I could meet with him. I hated meetings and was notorious for it, thinking they were usually a diversion from the task at hand. I walked down the hall toward his office, my face with an agitated grimace on it. Some of my co-workers caught on and began cracking jokes about it. "Mark Johnston," a sign on his office door proclaimed as I knocked.

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It was late at night and the Wafflehouse was nearly empty when Amy saw the man come in. He was medium height and strongly built. She looked him over and licked her lips as she went back to clearing the table. “My god,” she thought “he looks like he could break me in half! And I wouldn’t much mind it.”

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It had been one of those kinds of days from the moment she woke that morning. Murphy's Law was alive and well; everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Beginning with her oversleeping because everyone else in the house was still in dream land, running late to work because she had to stop for gas and then getting pulled over by the police for running a red light (she swore the light was yellow), spilling her coffee on her white blouse… the list went on.

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"Ho ho ho" Arthur Wilson muttered in response to the "Merry Christmas" shouted out by Bud as the door closed behind him, the latest departing regular at Mickey's Tavern. This left Arthur as the last soldier still sitting at the bar. It was past six, and Arthur knew that Mickey was probably anxious to get home to his missus for Christmas Eve. While Arthur was certainly in no great rush to leave, there was no need for him to prolong Mickey's agony, so he signaled for one last one for the road.

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