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A young man in jeans and a TransFlyte golf shirt watched the last piece of luggage get picked up from the baggage claim carousel by a middle-aged businessman. He saw the single remaining girl's exasperated expression, even from a distance. When the carousel stopped, she stared at it as if trying to make it move again.

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It was almost 9:00 PM when he finally took the elevator down from his office. It had been a stressful day, the boss on a rampage, pressure to complete a major report with the deadline unexpectedly moved ahead. He had worked his ass off to get it done, but now found at least some personal satisfaction in knowing it was finished and that he had done his best on it. And to top things off, his ex had been on the phone several times during the day, bitching at him about god knows what.

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It had taken quite a bit of convincing, but finally I got my boyfriend to try taking it up the ass courtesy of my favorite dildo. He’s a real cute jock, very masculine. And he’s got himself a hot, hot ass which I sensed the first time I rimmed him. He loved it so much when I licked or fingered him down there that I couldn’t help wondering whether he’d ever made it with guys. But he denied it, said he was straight as a ruler.

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"Just because I come from a country town, and just because I speak kind of slow, doesn't mean that I'm stupid." I looked at the two men in the room with me. This was a different Tracy Bowman to the girl that they'd hired a week ago, the one with the good references from her previous employer that told them that she was a dedicated but not highly talented Para-legal, that she was a little shy, and while working well as part of a team, didn't tend to mix socially.

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Melissa's mom married my dad when she was 11, and I was 19, I was renting a suite in their (my parents) house, so we kind of grew up together. While we had our share of quarrels, we also developed a really good friendship. When ever she had a question about life or what to do about something as she was growing up, she always came to me. I think it was because I was always really straight forward with her. I didn't dress anything up and told her the facts straight out.

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Carly Adams walked her two children to the end of the cul-de-sac to catch the school bus. Her two young daughters, aged 10 and 12, had the good fortune of inheriting their mother's striking good looks. Having recently turned 37, the slim and sexy soccer mom was constantly mistaken for a much younger woman. Very petite, barely topping 5 feet tall, her jet black hair was styled in a classic concaved bob cut, parted on the side, long side bangs flowing down to curl erotically just under her jaw line.

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Having spent so much of the day crouching low, or on his knees even, forcing fat feet into shoes which women would insist on having a size too small, Steve felt like some kind of Prince Charming, but with only ugly sisters to attend to. His back ached through having to bend over these vain obese women, his legs were stiff, his fingers raw from prising unyielding leather onto swollen feet.

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*By K. Scholessinger for my Liebling* I smile as you wrap your arms around me, drawing me close into your warm, loving embrace. I lean into you, breathing in your scent, that which is distinctly you. It's a very masculine scent, with an underlying sweetness that drives me insane. I can't get enough of you, no matter how hard I try to resist.

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Damn, Alyson thought, she's doing it again! "She" was Melissa, Alyson's roommate, and "it" was Melissa's distracting habit of running around their apartment half-naked. Today it was just bra and panties, as she stood ironing some clothes for her date that night. They were pretty skimpy little panties that left nothing to the imagination. Well, actually, they left a lot to Alyson's imagination.

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Bad day. Rough shift, and to top it off, the stop at the mailbox had a letter from the ex-wife's lawyer. Likely trying to squeeze him for more money. He was in no mood. Throwing his keys and wallet on the table, He found his answering machine light blinking fast and furious. "Likely more 'good' news. It’ll wait," he grumbled, ignoring it for the time Being, and hitting the shower.

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