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As I strolled down the corridor in the dorm, I caught a glimpse of her walking to the girls' shower room. "How the hell can she take a shower with a candy sucker in her mouth?" I silently fumed. Since the start of sophomore year, I had been butting heads with Ginny. Everything about her irritated me from her sunny disposition to the big "D" cup breasts that resided on her chest.

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The cool autumn air took my breath away when I stepped out of the dorm building for my evening run. I paused for a moment to consider whether I needed another layer of clothes. Second-guessing my running attire has become a habit by mid-October. I decided that I would warm up quickly once I got going. Still, I now wonder whether things would have been different if I wore something less revealing that night.

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I had just made love to my best friend's wife. Okay, that was a bit of a strong statement. Technically, we didn't 'make love' and further, they weren't married. Yet. But I just had the most incredible sexual experience of my life and it was with her. She'd played out a fantasy of mine I'd had for a very long time. She was perfect in the role and when it was all said and done with, I'd sheathed myself in her body and lost myself completely.

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While I listened to the sounds of the shower my wife Karen was taking in the bathroom I lay on the bed playing with myself. I was waiting. Why does Karen take so long coming to bed? She takes her time because she knows I am lying here waiting. Karen is a tease. The thought of the water running over her breasts and streaming down into the dark curls between her legs was making me hard. I kneaded my balls while I rubbed my cock and began to feel relaxed.

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My first memory is of my father yelling, "Get out of my way you worthless piece of shit!" and backhanding me so hard I bounced off of the refrigerator door. I was three years old at the time. That's actually better than my second memory which is when my mother heard this and came running to deflect his attention away from me and ended up with a split lip and multiple bruises for her trouble.

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"So, what's with the hair?" Traci asked, a concerned look on her face. She had just noticed my bright pink locks. "I'm taking that job in Alaska. It's to celebrate my decision." "What?!" "I'm just too young to be stuck in this office, Traci," I whined. "Janie, this is a good job." I hated it when she got that motherly tone with me. True she was twelve years older than me, but she didn't need to be so condescending.

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Oh god, I was so horny. I was watching dirty movies whenever I wasn't at school, I was masturbating for hours every night. I'd sit in the lecture hall, twirling a shiny, jet-black curl of hair, eyes not registering my pathology professor droning away. While my classmates scribbled notes furiously on either side of me, I would be concocting daydreams filled with big cocks, silk sheets, and the wild animal humping. I had been fantasizing about sex so much I was hardly paying any attention to my ten classes.

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To some guys, my wife Cynthia is every man’s dream girl. She may not be a centerfold, but she is all woman. Standing just under 5-5 in her stockings, her firm 34B breasts make her Victoria's Secret bras proud. Her long legs are finely displayed when she wears flowing skirts which end a few inches above her knees, and most are shocked when told that Cyndi is 35-years-old.

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A summer of fun and relaxation onboard a luxurious cruise ship in the Caribbean sea. It sounds like a dream come true, yet even though I got to experience just that, the memories from that time doesn't include much sun or relaxation. Perhaps the simple truth is because staff doesn't enjoy the cruises the same way as guests. I got the opportunity simply because someone thought I was good looking and it didn't help that I had a friend who was a friend with another. You know, it really had nothing to do with friendship, just being at the right party at the right time, wearing the right outfit and doing all the right things.

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Margaret Rose Austin -- Meg to her friends -- grinned as she stood in her kitchen and listened to the hullabaloo from across the lounge. It was her son Todd's 18th birthday, and he and his buds were noisily discussing their plans for the evening, in terms that suggested they'd forgotten there was a respectable middle-aged lady just across the hallway. Not that she minded so much; she'd known most of the boys almost since the day they were born. Heck, she reflected as she washed up the greasy plates from the chili dogs and brownies she'd made for them, she'd grown up with most of their parents.

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