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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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My name is Corrina. I've got long, dark hair, a nice athletic body and I kind of get the impression that I'm fairly gorgeous. I hate saying that, but the fact is that I get told how hot I am by guys all the time. This story is about something that happened to me a couple of years ago when I was living with a few friends in a house we were renting.

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Vacation! God how long has it been? This will be wonderful... going to a romantic place with the man you love and - for a whole week - you don't have to cut up anyone else's meat... no bedtime stories (unless you count the Penthouse Letters.) No hurt knees or feelings to soothe. Only you and Michael and your fantasies.

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Jennifer looked impatiently at the clock. She was getting highly agitated with her breast pump wishing now she would of gotten a mechanical one. Her engorged breast was filled to a bursting point with the abundance of milk she had. The breast pump was only producing a trickle, which was not enough. She was about in tears. Damn she was pissed.

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I was a regular at a small club that was known to be a "meat market." Women of a certain age, divorced and horny were there often. I was there every Friday night and the occasional scattered evenings throughout the week but mostly on Fridays. I knew who the regulars were and their preferences. I also knew who the witches, the desperate, the players, and the losers were. There was a smattering of women that were there to dance and a smattering of people that did not seem to belong. I was one of those.

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After four weeks of this, Derrick Price was about to go mad, or at least that was how he was feeling. Sitting in the front row of his English 212 literature class was Lilith Anne Duvoy and her deliciously short skirt. Every day she took that same seat at the far corner of the room, next to the open window. Most of the time she didn’t even seem to be paying attention, and when she was it was doubtful that her thoughts were at the required reading on hand.

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Jack wasn't sure what kind of surprise his partner, Austin Rhodes, had in store for him after their shift ended that evening. He never should have agreed to go along with whatever Austin had planned. Jack Morgan didn't much care for surprises, and Austin had been tight-lipped all day, answering all of Jack's inquiries with, "Trust me, you'll like this surprise!"

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The sheen of the summer day glistened upon her skin. Dancing brown eyes gazed up at him as a light breeze tossed a stray curl across her cheek. His blue eyes pierced her soul and he lifted a hand to her cheek to brush away the errant tendril. Her expression became more serious as she watched, as if in slow motion, his face come toward her.

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Let me start by saying that I am always willing to step up and admit when I've made a mistake. I also hate being wrong so I have a tendency to avoid situations where those words "I was wrong" would have to escape my mouth. That said, the phrase "This is stupid," kind of became my mantra as my minivan sped along the nearly deserted roads to the lake. It was too late to turn back so I let those cursed words roll around in the back of my mouth.

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This move was a big step for me. After being married for thirty years I finally had my kids raised and was left without a life, neither; personal, professional nor sexual as we'd been living apart in the same house for two years. I finally made the decision to leave and make my own way again. Needless to say, much was my own fault as I tolerated the neglect and did so from personal fears and the loathing to be on my own with two kids, but none the less, as I approached my thirty year anniversary I kept asking myself, "Do you want another thirty years like this?" and the answer came back every time as "fuck no!".

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