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She was at work when her phone buzzed against her thigh. Making sure her customers didn't need her for a moment, she pulled out the small phone and opened up the text message that was waiting. 'I hope you didn't put panties on today.' She smiled at the text and wondered how to respond. Biting her lip, she put in a quick message.

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This is a true story, as told to me by a friend. I'm a New York cab driver. Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's a living. Yeah, I've been held up. Twice. But life goes on, right? Boring. Or at least until that fare opened the door and climbed into my cab. Brown skin, black hair. Hispanic, right? In New York, probably Puerto Rican. But his eyes. God! Blue, astonishing blue. Made me think of a raging river. Deep blue. Dark. Dangerous blue. His mama must have fooled around with a Norwegian tourist.

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A few years ago, Connie worked as a bookkeeper for a small chain of home improvement stores in Pennsylvania. At the time, she had been married for about 8 years and had 2 small children. From time to time, the company would send her to accounting seminars. Connie was happy with her personal life, but she relished the trips.

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It's Wednesday morning and I wake up early. It's the one day of the week I stay home and look after our toddler. Carrie is working part time, keeping in touch with her job as an academic so she can take up full time work again in a couple of years. Our little one goes to crèche two and a half days a week and I (being a sensitive new age guy) take care of her on Wednesdays. That way Carrie gets three days a week at the university.

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Let's see, I graduated high school in April of 1964, if I remember correctly. April of 1999 was my thirty fifth high school reunion. Had it really been that long? It didn't feel like it but then again my memory ain't what it used to be, to put it mildly. Since I had never made it to any of the other reunions, why should this one be any different? A phone call from my past was the answer to that one.

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Larry clearly remembered that unusually warm September day when he first met Kelly five years ago. Larry and his wife Allison had volunteered to help his goddaughter Lynn transport her stuff to college, and get settled in her dorm room. Lynn was the only child of his lifelong friend Sam who had died almost seven years ago. Shortly before Sam passed away Larry had promised that he would look after Lynn, like she was one of his own, and help Sam's wife Jennifer in any way that he could.

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"Student ID?" I fumbled around my jeans for my student ID. The Indian security guard at the gate nodded as I found it and flashed it at him. "Long night at the library?" he asked casually, leaning backwards in his chair as his eyes flicked down and up again.

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"So," I asked My wife and slave as W/we lay in bed, "have you given any thought to a Halloween costume for this year?" "What!?!" was her anticipated response. "Master, it's just barely the beginning of September!!!" "So?" I chided her, gently pinching her just above the hip bone. "There's no reason to not think about it now, is there?"

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I work for a medium-sized company in the Midwest. There is no shortage of pretty women working here; however, there is one special lady I will never forget. She is an attractive 30-something woman, tall and slender with short brown hair and glasses. Always well dressed, if a little conservative and always engaging.

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Both ladies are over 18--Neither is abnormally endowed. X==X I was 28 years old and a divorcee. Over the years I had had some form of sex or another with about ten men and two women. The first of the lesbian encounters had been my college roommate my first encounter with my second partner had included my partner's husband. Later we met often and alone.

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