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A client of my wife's had given her gift certificates to a massage parlor as present during the holiday season. Neither of us had ever been to get a massage but we figured with the stress of work and everything else it would be relaxing. We called and scheduled appointments for the upcoming weekend around 3 pm when we would both be off of work. I had always been curious when it came to massages; I read many stories people had written about receiving happy endings during a massage.

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Monday was an uneventful day. I went to work, came home, and relaxed with Sandy. No mention was made of the events from the previous day. We went to bed and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. I was totally surprised by what was awaiting me at home on Tuesday. "Baby, I'm home." I yelled that Tuesday afternoon.

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Jane sat at her office desk nervously looking at the package that the Fed-Ex man had just delivered. Checking her watch she moved a few papers around without studying them before jumping at the sound of her mobile phone bleeping at her. Slowly she opened it.

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18 year olds, Phillip mused, were much easier to talk into sexual experimentation than any other legal age. Perhaps once they turned 19 they'd had enough perverse encounters with dirty old men (by which he meant 35, which wasn't all that old -- unless, of course, you were 18) to be slightly more jaded. But 18... ah luscious, innocent 18 with all it's bend-a-bility and flexibility in both mind and body.

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Serene smirked at Garret in a suggestive manner, raising her arms and crossing them behind her back. She knew she was playing on dangerously thin ice, and a flash of Victor ran through her mind. What would he do if he knew she was hitting on Garret like some cheap village whore? She loved him, but Garret, and the memories of times past, set her on fire in ways that Victor never had. His hands alone were enough to make her want to drag him to the floor and ravage him, but then...she had a thing for hands.

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After sneaking up the stairs, Bob's heartbeat surged. It was 2am. In spite of his adrenaline rush, Bob crept down the hall like a thief in the night. The house was quiet. Although Bob knew the women were sleeping soundly in their beds, he was prepared to retreat if he heard an errant sound. Even though he could wait until another night, he doubted his wife would interrupt his scheme because she was out cold in their bedroom at the end of hall.

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"Ouch! Damn it Rocky, cut it out, that hurt!" Tanya's skin burned where the wet tail had slapped onto her arm and back. She was in a foul mood already and her bay gelding's uncharacteristic fidgeting was making it worse. She aimed the cool water at his tail which immediately clamped firmly between his legs. "You big baby, the water isn't that cold."

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When the SUV pulled up near the oversize garage, Shelly looked over to her manager Mark with a strained expression on her face. Without a word, her face broadcasted everything she wanted to say. "Look Shelly, we both agreed you needed to broaden your sound, this is an excellent opportunity." "Are we here because it's an excellent opportunity or because it's free?"

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Only weeks after Jim and I had divorced I was settled in my new house and going to work every day with a much better disposition. For most of the past four years the office had only been a place of refuge for me but now I actually looked forward to going to work. Something else had inspired this new feeling as well....

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Ever sense I was a little girl I've wondered what it would be like to be a guy, I'm serious I've wanted be like to be a guy, to be precise, I wanted a dick. Don't get me wrong I love being a girl, I love sex, and I've always been very open about sex. I guess some people would call me a slut but I don't care, I love the feel of a hard cock in my pussy or sometimes if I'm really frisky in my ass.

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