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It was strange how it all happened. I'm Peggy, 18 and the star of the girl's wrestling team at my high school. Obviously, I'm damned good at it, and lucky since most schools don't have that kind of thing available. Half the time, I end up wrestling against guys in my weight class, since there aren't as many girl's teams. In my weight class, not even many guys can beat me.

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For a long time now, I've loved the idea of eating my wife's pussy right after I cum inside her. I fantasize about it practically every time we have sex, but unfortunately, as soon as I cum I lose interest completely. In fact, after I cum the idea repels me. I've mentioned this fantasy to Pam, and much to my surprise it turned her on at least as much as it does me.

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The flash of the blue and red lights reflected in the glass of the emergency room doors as the ambulance stopped backing up and the doors flew open. The paramedics jumped out, sliding the gurney out of the emergency vehicle, and rushed their patient into the open hospital doors. Bic Randall followed close behind the scurrying medics.

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Gary was going about his normal routine on the building site when his mobile rang. He put down the piece of wood he was just about to nail onto the house frame and pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Emily" the screen read. Now there's a name he hadn't heard in a long time. He pressed the button and put the phone up to his ear.

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"I've been in quite a writing rut lately, with several of my best stories left unfinished for months now. Many people tell me the only way to get out of a writer's block is to keep writing. Hence, I wrote this story based off something peculiar I noticed at a party; a girl sniffing a pair of flats. At first, I amused myself with the idea the girl had a foot fetish, but soon realized they were hers when she immediately put them on.

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Nan and I met a few years ago. She was recently cast in a play I wrote and directed. I was immediately taken in by her intelligence, her poise, and her ass. She was an excellent actress in a minor role and outshone many of her cast mates by her talent, as well as her looks. She was tall, 5'9" or so, Her long, dark auburn hair framed her translucent face and soulful blue eyes beautifully. I was arrogant and she was playful.

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It all started when I read a story in Literotica and sent email to the author to tell him how much my roommate and I had enjoyed it. I had no idea then that my wildest fantasy was going to come true! Let me tell you a little about myself first. I'm 25, never been married and no children. I'm 5 feet 8 inches tall, 115 pounds, with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. I love sports and working out, so I'm in really good shape. I've been told that I could be a model if I wanted to.

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Marcellus Tvaris was a tailor. He was the very best of tailors. He could fit a dinner jacket with such precision, he fit his dresses with such delicacy, that he was able to keep his shop open in a suburb on the west side of Detroit for twenty five years. He had an exacting and accurate eye for detail. He would take notice of the particular way a man's waistline might bulge, of all a client's proportions, of how a man walks in his pants and use this information in his tailoring.

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How does the strongest relationship you've ever known hold up under the stress of jealousies, passion and romantic love? Adult characters. Pure fantasy. * "But Daddy I don't care about that." I murmured as I rolled from my inside spoon position, to face him. I looked up into his eyes and saw that he definitely was wearing his fatherly expression. In one moment we went from lovers to father and child again.

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I don't know why I did it. Okay, that's a lie, do I know, at least I think I do. First of all, it's fun to be seen as a sex symbol. Not as a porn star, hell no. I'm not a slut. Okay, maybe a wanna-be slut, but I'm a good girl. I didn't go to a Catholic school, but I was raised Catholic and I still believe most of it, okay?

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