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Let me help you understand my views on this. Dom/sub relationships are not about the bondage or the spanking or calling one Sir - or the other any sort of pet names - but it more on the way that two people interact. There are some assumptions that can be made - but then while interacting - no assumptions should be made - that is where you need to find out your partner.

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We spoke of little else for days after the threesome with her boss. The excitement of the experience cast everything else in the shade. At first, we were hesitant. Naomi asked me how I'd felt about it - how did I feel about seeing her sucking Bob's cock? Was I jealous? Did it make a difference that Bob hadn't actually fucked her? What if he had?

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They had been working in the same office for some time now. He had always lusted after her lithe young form in stolen moments. He, the studious young employee, trying to get ahead, trying to always do the right thing. Trying to get her attention, trying to get her affections. But she would have nothing to do with him. She was more concerned about her life, her lovers, and, quite frankly, herself.

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It was a struggle to open your eyes this morning. A busy week of travel mixed in with a "red eye" flight had taken its toll of your energy. Somehow, with great effort, you managed to drag your weary body out of bed, and stumbled along the hall to the kitchen. Morning coffee never failed to revive, at least not yet.

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This is a coming of age story of a young man in the 1960s. My father and I never really got along. He was a hard man, few words and worked hard all of his life to provide for his family. He was tough though. When I turned 13 he came to me and told me that he would provide a roof over my head, food on the table and laundry, but if I wanted any thing else that I had to do it for my self.

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The mud squished under Marcen's toes as he waited for the best fuck of his life. The grass and shrubbery rustled as Cade appeared a few feet away and Marcen's heart pounded. He had been waiting for this moment ever since he met the guy last weekend at Lavoi's Pub. His rosy cheeks were what drew Marcen in at first, along with his brilliantly coiffed blonde hair and extravagant blue eyes, but no, it was the red cheeks that did it for him. This natural blush was so unlike his own skin, pale and a little freckly, and he could never get his own red hair to style like Cade's.

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Liam knew he owned the school. He was the best football player this small local college had seen in years and there was even talk of him trying to go pro. He had his pick of all the girls on campus; life was good. Except for one little problem. His US History professor was tough. He didn't even help the athletes out. In the tiny town in the south, most of the athletes were white, so there was no talk of any racial discrimination by this professor, but he discriminated against guys who were young, talented, handsome and played sports.

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This story may read like a fantasy, but the basic facts are 100% true. I’ve just added some dialogue to give the full flavor of what happened. It happened many years ago, but I’ve never forgotten. And, I kept a journal at the time, so I wrote it down within days. I still get excited thinking about it, and it is arousing to be writing it down to share now.

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Julie ran from the party as fast as her long legs would carry her. Her first college party had been a total disaster and now she was probably the laughing stock of the school. * She had been sitting with some of her girlfriends from the dorm at the local coffee shop. It was supposed to be a study session, but all her friends wanted to talk about was their boyfriends or potential boyfriends. Since she didn't have either one, she was feeling left out.

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The next day, Sunday we got up like nothing happened, Annie never mentioned anything about the previous evening. Pulling ourselves out of bed we made our way down to breakfast and ate with only a few words shared between us. I was in my boxers and Annie wore nothing but a small, white, spaghetti strap cotton top. She had showered and while most girls would have put something on after cleaning up in the morning Annie clearly was not like most girls. I couldn't take my eyes from her spectacular little heart shaped naked ass each time she bent or reached for something.

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