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"You are a fucking whore!" His eyes blazed as he glared down at me and a reached up to grab his shirt. "Baby, wait it is not what you think...." I started as he shoved me away from him. "You were all over those guys on the dance floor! I saw with my own eyes, I am not fucking blind!" He stalked into the corner of the room and out the exit. I looked around the crowded club, only a few people close had noticed anything and they returned to dancing.

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"Fi! Hold the door!" A screech cuts through the rush hour bustle, and I wince in recognition. Clutching my bag closer, I sink into my seat and stare at the Metro doors, willing them to close. "Fi!" I duck my head. I know she knows I can hear her, but I don't care. I've never made a secret of hating her.

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I can't see anything. I am tied up and I feel helpless. He knows I am scared but excited too. He walks around outside the door. I can hear his foot falls. He has kept me here for a very long time with out a feed. I am hungry and I hunger for him. I can't believe that even so, I still prefer sex over my feed. I laughed at my sick thought and feelings.

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PART ONE After my girlfriend Jenny and I broke up, my social and sex life seemed to go on hold for awhile. I found that I now had lots of time to perfect my masturbation skills. Jenny simply moved on to another boyfriend. I began to see myself as just one more entry in her diary, but that didn't keep me from bringing her sexy body to mind as I lay on my bed in the dark of night and stroked my rigid cock. I usually pictured her in her snug designer jeans, her cute round ass moving seductively in the cleverly tailored denim as she walked ahead of me in the hall at the local community college we both attend.

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At what point does a preference become a fetish? I met Stella at a party. She had arrived with the critic Darian Fellini. Back then, Fellini was one of the art world's big stars. His book -- All the Naked Women -- had just come out, and everyone was talking about it. Was it art criticism? Or was it pornography? As a 19-year-old art student, I didn't really know. And I didn't really care.

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On Monday I appeared for work. There I met Denise, the secretary/paralegal who was also Ron's sister. Denise was thirty-five with long brown hair that reached her ass, a curvy figure, impressive chest, and killer legs. Her round wide round face featured large green eyes, a prominent jaw, and a large mouth with full lips.

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My day brightened the minute Crystal walked in the door. Crystal made deliveries to my work place several times a week, and we had gotten to the point where we would flirt playfully a little each time we talked. At about 35, she was 10 years older than me, but that didn't seem to bother either one of us. Crystal was short, about 5'4" and weighed about 105 lbs. She didn't have the hard tight body of girls my age anymore, but her round curves made her more sensual to me.

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Coming out of the bathroom, hair still wet from my shower, I stop before the bed. It's all there. He's laid it all out for me, and the tension that I had been feeling all afternoon ratchets up another notch. "Oh, god, oh god," I mutter, not really aware of what I'm saying.

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Reaching down, I pulled the sheer white stockings up my calves and onto my thighs. The tops of the stockings were trimmed in lace with a red bow. My nurse's uniform is white with a deep cut vee neck that shows off my ample D-cup breasts. It has red piping and a ruffled skirt bottom that barely covers the bottom of my ass. If I make even the slightest move, the white satin panties that I wear with it are visible. To complete the look, I put on the nurse's hat and two inch white platform shoes.

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Learning about love can sometimes start out as a forced situation The school bus bounced over another of the countless potholes that lined the country road she lived on, but Ashley could care less. In fact, she could not remember a time when she had been happier than she was right now. There were so many things to be happy about. Spring had finally sprung big time. As of today she was eighteen years old and almost fully blossomed into the same kind of strikingly beautiful woman that her mother still is. And best of all, she now had her very first boyfriend.

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