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Charles and I talked periodically but the time to get together never presented its self. I found out after getting home and unpacking the few things I'd kept with me that he'd slipped a videotape in my bag to remember him by. My name is Tyrone; all my friends call me Ty. I'm 30, 6'4, 235 lb., very dark skinned (as the saying goes "black as the ace of spades") toting a 9.5" cock that's almost big around as a coke bottle. Since last seeing Charles I've grown a goatee and mustache.

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Cammie Sandrith lie awake in the dark of the night listening. She heard the gurgling at last, long after she had started listening for it. It was late, after two in the morning, and she had woken almost instantly when someone closed the door to the bathroom just down the hall. From the sound of the footfalls on the linoleum, it was her son, Roger, back for the weekend from university. It took forever for him to begin. Then the gurgling had commenced.

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I heard my phone receive a text message. I looked and saw the familiar words "Cum Play?" It was him and I knew what this meant. For the past four years I have been fucking this guy I met in a Yoga class. The meeting went something like this ... During my Saturday Yoga class one day I glimpsed a new male (rare for any Yoga class), dark, Eastern European with curly black hair and deep blue eyes. While his look was instantly jaw-dropping it was his moves that most intrigued me.

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Cleo and I were both nurses in our late twenties employed at the local hospital. We had been seeing each other for almost a year when we worked the same shift we always took our evening meal together once the patients had settled down and our wards were quite. On an unusually balmy night in September we had arranged to meet on the flat roof of a disused hospital block to enjoy the warm night air, snatch a meal and a little quality time alone.

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How could you deny the passion felt? You knew you wanted it as much as me. Why do you refuse to let your body go? There will come a time and it will be soon when you give yourself over to me completely. No reluctance will be found, I will take you. Maybe it will be the liquor that will help the way; yes perhaps I should try coaxing you with booze. I know you become docile when you drink. So that is that then, I will ask you over and we will drink together and I will finally get my greatest wish and fantasy.

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Bobby Garfield was taking a walk around the property he had inherited from his grandmother. It was an old farm with a large stone farmhouse, a large wooden barn with stables underneath. It had been almost completely restored, but as a computer consultant, he had little time for country living.

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Heather's shift at the coffeehouse was over and all she wanted to do was go home. She had been summoned into the manager's office and if it was to be fired that would be fine with her. She didn't make any attempt to fix her hair or otherwise prepare herself for meeting with the tyrant.

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Summer at last, a day at the beach, you bloody beauty, but hang on, I suppose some sort of intro is necessary I guess – my name is Devlin Watergate, I'm 46, widowed, I have a 22 year old daughter who is the spitting image of her mother, presently overseas working for the Australian High Commission. She comes home occasionally which rather cramps my style a little, but having her home makes up for that.

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Nothing makes you feel quite like a loser then spending your Saturday night trying to impress women, and ending the night at the bar downing drinks with your gay friend. That was my life for nearly a year. I would get dressed up and head to the bar at about 8:00. I tried to talk to the women who came in. I thought I was pleasant.

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I sat at my desk today and chatted over messenger. This was pretty normal for me, reaching out to those far away. You were at work today but one of the windows open was a dialogue with you. After half a day of talking about sex, non-consensual sex, resistance play and bondage you had excused yourself for some fresh air. I giggled thinking about the hard bulge you must be trying to conceal in your slacks.

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