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It had originally been planned as a group outing. Four couples in all. But Brenda was the only girl to stick to her promise. Despite the fact that she and Travis had broken up a couple months ago. Now here she was, the only female amongst four overly loaded testosterone morons. With the exception of their guide, Holly.

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"I'm worried about my boys, Marge," Gina Smith confessed to her best friend after church one day. "Why?" Marge replied. "You're a great mother, and your boys seem happy and they do ok in school, right?" "I know... maybe I'm over thinking, but I feel like they need more of a male influence in their lives. Clancy never was around that much right after the divorce, and he rarely calls now than he and Kimmy have moved to California," Gina said, practically spitting out the name of her ex-husband's new, younger wife.

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A few years back my wife Carole and I were living in a mid-size Midwest college town, still struggling in our professions. We were both in our mid-30s, small house, no kids. Getting by fine but no extras. We were happy, our sex lives were phenomenal, bringing in thirds and couples from time to time and having a blast. Still, good luck wasn't coming our way. Then one December our luck changed.

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It was one of those beautiful late January days. You looked out the window and saw the azure sky dotted with a few small puffy white cumulus clouds and were deluded into believing that it was a warm summer day. It was the kind of day that makes me think of flying my nearly new hot air balloon up amongst the clouds, drifting along with those majestic cotton balls, a part of the sky.

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I'm have been torn for years about whether or not I am gay. Years ago I had an experience with a hitchhiker that lead me to write and post on Lit a story titled Am I Gay? What I am about to tell will answer that question once and for all. I began an online correspondence with a guy after meeting him on a gay chat site. Like me he is married, but is much younger than me. We would chat on yahoo messenger and talk about sucking cock and how much we both wanted to try it.

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Ok I know there are tons of first time stories out there and a lot of them are just like mine but I don't care and obviously if you're reading this you don't either so here it goes. My name is Kristina, call me Kris. I'm 25 now but back then I was 18 and youthful, I mean I'm still young but there is just something about 18 that is so much better. I was an average girl, brown hair, brown eyes, average build, average height, my boobs were a little above average and truthfully so was my ass.

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I am a man haunted. Driven to the depths of despair and raised to the heights of ecstasy by that girl: a slim young creature who bewitched me and made me half crazy as I careened between fierce lust for her and bitter remorse for what I subjected her to. It was not always this way. For most of my life I was the soul of dignity, a true gentleman. My life was a tranquil sea, roiled neither by triumph nor tragedy.

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DING DING DONG. "Oh damn," Lauren sits up in bed, pushing her hair out of her eyes, suddenly remembering the air conditioning man is supposed to arrive at 8:00 o'clock. She stayed up late, chatting online with some college classmates while watching an old movie and forgot to set her alarm. Grabbing her red silk robe from the foot of the bed, she pulls it over her dad's old undershirt and little boy boxer shorts.

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There was no doubting her good looks, perhaps early forties, trim and taut. She moved with a natural grace that was obviously deliberate. He tried not to look but found himself stealing glances in her direction. Once or twice he thought she might have noticed but if she did, she gave no sign of having done so. It was 10.30pm, the hotel bar was empty and he plucked up the courage to go over and start a conversation. She accepted the offer of a drink and they exchanged the usual social pleasantries. Her name was Helen, she did not have to work and spent much of her time travelling.

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When I met Tammy she had two kids, Cindy, fourteen and Thomas, five. Tammy was married to Thomas' father, John. They'd been together for six years. I have no idea how they made it that long. She despised the guy, hated him from the very start. She got together with him on account of his dick. Apparently, the guy was hung like a regular horse. And he had money. The Roth family lived under a cloud of recriminations, always short of all-out violence.

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