03.09.2024

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This time he would pay, Jaci swore to herself. The bastard boss of hers. She had tolerated a lot from that guy in the last four years since they had started working together, but this was the final drop. She recalled long trips through the jungle with one ill-tempered and ill-mannered brute that had no tolerance for women being weaker when carrying 20 kg of equipment, or spending far too much time in the bathroom – especially the way he considered it.
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02.09.2024

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Several months ago I turned 32 and bought my first co-op apartment. My immediate neighbor is a divorcee, in her late 40s, and she's got definite sex appeal. Yeah, she's older, but she's aged well. Mind you, she's not a hottie like some twenty year-old. But she doesn't have a stupid tongue piercing or a tattoo on her lower backside. Her tits aren't exactly perky anymore, but they are real and can still easily command a man's attention. I would guess they are C cups. For the sake of the story, I'll call her Linda.
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02.09.2024

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I could not believe it. The woman behind the front desk told me again, "We are sorry sir, but we have no reservation for you and the hotel is completely booked for the whole week because of the meetings and retreat for a major financial institution."
"I know!" I said. "I am supposed to attend those meetings and participate in the retreat! Please, help me out here."
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02.09.2024

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***My first story. Comments are appreciated to help improve writings. Thanks!!***
I woke up one morning and signed on to AOL as I always do to check my email. The familiar voice saying "You've Got Mail" didn't surprise me; I always had mail. Almost all of it was junk but the last message caught my eye; It was a message from a website I had an account in.
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02.09.2024

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One night I was out celebrating the sale of my best mate's hotel with a few friends around town. He owned a small guesthouse but the long days were taking its toll and he decided to sell up, and on the day that every-one had signed on the dotted line we went out for a few drinks.
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02.09.2024

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Note: I hate to ruin a perfectly good story with plot, but there were some things I needed to say. I know at least one of you will understand. Lisa, I love you so much for everything you’ve taught me.
The last faint echoes of my shoes in the hallway faded away as I approached the door, stopped and looked in. Five neat rows of desks filled the center of the room.
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02.09.2024

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The hotel bar seemed to sum up how Laura felt. She was trying to control her anger and not look at her uncomfortable partner, Roger, who stared at the rustic wooden table in front of him and fussed with his nails. She looked around the dimly illuminated room and was only vaguely aware of the folk muzak selection being played through incongruous speakers spaced around the walls. The faux Olde Englishe beamed tavern effect was completed by roughly plastered walls, prints of hunting scenes and neatly arranged horse brasses on leather straps. All purely for decoration.
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02.09.2024

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You and I are planning to get together. It is all arranged so I have a babysitter, and you have things worked out on your end. I call you at work, that afternoon, but you are in a meeting or something, so I leave you a message. I simply state that I shall expect you at 6 p.m, not a minute earlier or later. There are no 'brownie points for early arrival.'
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02.09.2024

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Nikki, being an Arab, had been raised very repressed. Having been born without a cock made her less than complete, she made almost a fetish of pissing standing up and was fascinated by my pissing, she would often find some excuse to follow me into the bathroom when I was taking a piss. She would stand and watch me; eyes fixed on my cock and her lips parted a bit, her tongue just peeking from between them.
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02.09.2024

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You are in detention in the school library. You just turned eighteen and you hate school. Your assignment is dull and your attention drifts. You eye the bookshelves, scanning the titles for something interesting. You pick out a big old art book with pictures. As you bring it from the shelf, something slips from within the bindings. A sheaf of glossy pages hit the floor.
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