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“Turn over for me, darling.” “Mmm – I thought you’d never ask!” Bobbi flipped over on to her stomach and wriggled back across the bed towards me. Her beautiful ass gleamed in the candlelight, and the curve of her smooth back caught the flickering shadows.

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My friend, George, the sleeping car attendant, teases me with a double entendre private nickname. He calls me "All-Aboard Betty." Let me explain. I have necessarily drawn George into a conspiracy because I need him to achieve my purpose during periodic journeys aboard The Frontier, a transcontinental passenger train. When I'm aboard the Frontier becomes instead the Piece Train. (Apologies to Yusuf Islam. The devil made me do that.)

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Tommy still wasn't sure whether he was awake or dreaming. All he knew was that he was naked, and the thick tentacles were gently lowering him down towards the soft bank of waving cilia that formed the centre of the anemone. The multi-coloured, pale-tipped cilia seemed to have a faint aura glowing about them, which was soothing to Tommy's eyes.

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It was a feeling more than something I saw. But I paused and took a slow look around. No one was looking at me and the only other customer was a lady about my age pushing a cart through the Produce department. There was that young man with the tool belt sitting on the floor working on one of the display cases. On the back of his jacket it was printed "Jakes Air-condition and Heat." However he seemed to be engrossed in his work.

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She was a computer geek. Imagine, one of those girls with long, beautiful hair pulled back at the base of her neck, wire-rimmed glasses hiding shimmering green eyes, and long legs that were always masked by dull gray slacks, day in and day out. I watched her, from a distance, silently undressing her with my eyes. I just bet she was a virgin, too.

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"Well," Tom sighed, "what other romantic songs do we have for Valentine's Day? More Dean Martin?" The little piano bar was more crowded than on some nights. It had been a shore day, St. Martin. No big production show tonight, just one of those juggling comedians that seem to find their way on to cruise ships. Washed up, like him, flotsam bobbing against the shoreline, but not quite, not quite stranded yet.

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I had just started working for a small little publishing firm. Being a part-time writer myself, it was enjoyable work reading other writers manuscripts, all hopeful of getting their works printed in book form. It was a relatively small office too, something else that I quite liked as it was a fairly laid back and comfortable atmosphere. My job was basically to read the manuscripts, critique them and then pass on my recommendations to Larry Somers my boss, or on to his wife Christine who partnered the business with him.

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"Tell me what happened," I said, my cock beginning to stir. I was sitting down in my chair. You crawled slowly across the carpet from where you were sitting, and dragged your body up onto my lap. I could smell the liquor oozing out of your body, as you slurred into my ear. "I showed him my pussy." You paused, and then whispered, "And his cock got hard." "How could you tell?"

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Cindy and her younger sister Betsy were looking out the kitchen window. Cindy's son, Kevin, was swimming in the backyard pool. Kevin was climbing out from the water, totally nude. Cindy and Betsy had their eyes glued to his thin, tall body. Drops of water were dripping off of the tip of Kevin's cock.

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2001 was a pretty shitty year for me. It started off with my husband of 5 years leaving me. I can't say it was a complete surprise, I mean I did catch him cheating with my best friend at Christmas. I swear to god I loved him when I married him but...neither one of us had been happy for a long time. He blamed me for getting pregnant. We were just a couple of kids, I was 20 when told my new husband that we had another mouth to feed.

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