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Let me start by saying that I am always willing to step up and admit when I've made a mistake. I also hate being wrong so I have a tendency to avoid situations where those words "I was wrong" would have to escape my mouth. That said, the phrase "This is stupid," kind of became my mantra as my minivan sped along the nearly deserted roads to the lake. It was too late to turn back so I let those cursed words roll around in the back of my mouth.

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This move was a big step for me. After being married for thirty years I finally had my kids raised and was left without a life, neither; personal, professional nor sexual as we'd been living apart in the same house for two years. I finally made the decision to leave and make my own way again. Needless to say, much was my own fault as I tolerated the neglect and did so from personal fears and the loathing to be on my own with two kids, but none the less, as I approached my thirty year anniversary I kept asking myself, "Do you want another thirty years like this?" and the answer came back every time as "fuck no!".

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The story I'm about to relate is technically my first time with another man. I say that because, when I was younger and learning about my body, I had a friend who liked to experiment as well. And, happily, he later became the first man I had sex with in the more literal sense. To start, my friend Jim and I have been best friends since we were in grade school.

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When I was 25, I hit a pretty rough patch in my life. In one week, I lost my job, and the girlfriend who I was in love with broke up with me. I wasn’t making any progress on my novel, and I didn’t know how I was going to make the rent. I felt like my world had fallen apart around me. My older sister and her husband lived in an old farmhouse in Ohio. There was plenty of space, they said, they were only using two of the five bedrooms;

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The vibrator hummed strongly as it parted Julie's swollen lips. "God, that feels great," she thought. Another climax washed over her and shook her from her painted toe nails right up to her bottled blonde hair. "Just a little longer" she smiled and held the plastic vibrating tube tightly against her clit. This time, the climax shook her and her entire bed. Peace washed over her face as she turned the vibrator off. Closing her eyes, she drifted back to sleep.

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I had just recently broken up with my boyfriend. I was sitting on my bed in my dorm room talking to my roommate, Robyn. We were discussing him and his shortcomings (I had done the breaking up because he was a jerk) and we got to talking about our sex life. Yes guys, that's right, us girls talk about this stuff too. I was telling Robyn how Mike, my ex, would never go down on me, even though he expected me to go down on him. Somehow it came out that I had never had a guy go down on me, and Robyn looked incredulous.

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We were at Rhonda and James' house one night last month when my wife and I shared the most intense and erotic expression of love we'd ever had before. It was a liberating experience that we will never forget and hope to repeat soon. Rhonda and James' had invited us over to barbecue and hot tub at their house a few weeks prior, so we took them up on it. It worked out such that our daughter was at a friends house, and their children were also away.

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Tina came into the office and settled down in the interview chair opposite. She was a slim, olive skinned creature of Indian descent, about 25 years old. She had a head of thick wavy black hair, bushy dark eyebrows and the slightest hint of hair growing on her upper lip and a down the sides of her ears like the smudge of sideburns on an adolescent boy.

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Let me tell you, Jack, I had one hell of a shitty day today, although it really started some time ago. I could tell there was something wrong. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something amiss. For the last several months my wife, Lynn, seemed to be growing more distant toward me. Sex with her was almost to the point of nonexistent. In those rare times we did have sex, it was as though she couldn't wait 'till it was over. It was to the point that sex became unpleasant, damn near work.

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Snaking a finger through the ring in the collar now around my neck, Mistress pulled me forward to meet Her in a fierce kiss. Her tongue moved into my mouth, possessing me. Moaning, I felt myself melt into Her, opening to Her kiss. Soon, I felt Master's hand on the back of my head, pulling me from Her, drawing my mouth to His. Despite having just sucked His cock, this was... unexpected.

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