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21st September “Come on Steve, we’ll lose time on the court.” Steve was being harangued as usual by Nicky for leaving her with the two children to feed and put to bed. I’d only known Steve and Nicky for three months. In that short time, Steve and I had discovered a mutual interest in squash. We’d become good friends, and it seemed that we’d known each other forever. Steph, my wife, had met Nicky at school functions.

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Hello, my name is Stacy Keibler, and I'm 24 years old. I am about 6 foot 1 inches tall, and weigh somewhere around 125 pounds, depending on when you catch me. My measurements are 34B, 24, 35. I have dark black hair, and I guess you could say I'm pretty good looking, as I've never had any trouble attracting men. My eyes are brown, and my best feature is probably my tits, although many guys also like my legs, which I keep long, trim and lean with a lot of bicycling and jogging.

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Ted got into his pickup truck and slammed the door. "Fucking rain!" He spat as he started the engine and turned the windshield wipers on. The 24-year-old construction worker was going to miss another day of work due to bad weather. He had driven over an hour from home to get to this new site and the rain began just as he pulled in. The Foreman called the job off after listening to the weather forecast on the radio so now Ted was going to have to drive back home knowing that he would be out another day's pay.

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My son is in the 2nd grade and his school was having their teacher/parent conferences. For those who might not know it is where parents are invited to spend twenty to thirty minutes talking with their son or daughter's teacher about their progress during the year. Now my boy is a good student and we hadn't received any complaints from the school so our conference was a formality at best. Knowing this my wife didn't reschedule her yoga class and opted to miss it.

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Freda met Nick on a dating site and they soon found out they were living in the same city. One date followed another and before long they were lovers. Nick was always trying to push Freda a bit further. Broadening her horizon, he called it. Freda would laugh, but most of the times she was more than willing to try something new.

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It was the last summer before I graduated in the fall from college and I found a job with one of the larger apartment complexes near the campus. In exchange for rent and a small wage I did minor maintenance on the units. I did a lot of filter replacements, minor plumbing and other type things that were a constant headache for the manager.

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When I left my house, I wasn't entirely sure why I took the job. But as I drove, praying the sputtering in the engine was just my imagination, I knew. I was broke. For what felt like the millionth time, I cursed my decision to leave Blackwell Modeling as an assistant photographer. What made me think I could handle the stresses and demands a freelance photographer had to deal with everyday?

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"You're sure you want to do this?" "Yes." "Read this form and then sign on the bottom." The paper slid across the desk, pushed by perfectly manicured dragon lady red nails. Elena took the form with trembling hands and scanned it. Yes... this was exactly what she wanted. No mercy, few limits, so many things so far over her boundaries. She wanted to hurt. To fear. Lance had left an aching emptiness inside of her that needed to be filled, he had left her calling her all sorts of names. Prude. Ice queen. Teasing bitch.

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Somewhat early on a Saturday morning I was having a cup of coffee on my patio when I noticed a large cat looking at me. It was between two of my flowerpots towards the back but my pots are placed in such a way I could see each plant well from my chair. I could see the cat well. The cat could tell I could see it. It was a semi-longhaired charcoal grey cat that was a bit overweight. By the time I took my first sip of coffee it had relaxed.

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An evil grin spread across his lips as his mind concocted a purely devious sexual torture for her. He wanted to make her squirm, squeal and cry out in pleasure. His thoughts were almost pure evil and turning him on. He quickly made strides to the bedroom to set up his torturous plans. He placed the silk scarf on the bed stand. His hands clutched the instrument of her restraints. Crawling under the edge of the bed, making a quick flick of his wrist, the strand of thick cloth traversed to the opposite side of the bed.

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