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As I stated in my earlier story, I had lived a relatively average, suburban, heterosexual lifestyle. My detailed fantasy life, however, had significant homosexual activity. Fantasy and reality had remained separated, until the fateful day when I entered a gloryhole in a Manhattan video store and gotten a blowjob. While I felt ashamed / confused about having received oral from another man, the blow job itself was quite exceptional. 

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When I'm evaluating a sub, I always look at the eyes first. The eyes tell whole stories about their owner. You can practically touch the anticipation and apprehension flooding out of a first-time sub's gaze. The more experienced ones tend to glance around eagerly, with only a little bit of anxiety or an obviously fake fearfulness. Kaitlin's big, brown eyes instantly drew me with their poise and eagerness, promising an intense experience. She met and exceeded that expectation.

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I love the way my breasts look. They are large and full looking with big sticky-out nipples. What's more they are full of milk - too much milk! I gave birth to a baby about six months ago and, since then, my body has become virtually everything I ever wished for. I've worked hard on getting my tummy flat, and have succeeded fairly well, and then there are my tits. I think they are simply amazing.

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It was a warm Fall morning and we had slept in late during a rare day off together. We had absolutely nothing planned so we lounged in bed talking and enjoying being snuggled up close to each other. "I miss being naked on the beach like we were during our trip to the resort," Sandra, my wife, said referring to the incredible week that we spent at the Mexican, adults-only, clothing-optional resort.

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It had been a bad day all around. I was late to work, didn't make it to lunch and hit all sorts of traffic on the way home. The only thing that kept me from driving off a bridge, was knowing that it was Friday night and I could just go home, draw a warm bath, drink a glass of wine, and crawl into bed uninterrupted.

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Yvonne and I were relaxing in bed after another great spanking and sex session. As we lay entwined in each other’s arms Yvonne said, “Don darling, tell me a story.” “What sort of story?” I replied innocently, knowing full well what the subject matter would be.

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Sandra was laying on a chaise near the pool. She seemed to be dozing, following the barbecue. Her legs were splayed apart, her feet flat on the concrete. Her arms hung loosely on either side. Her breathing seemed soft and even. Dad and Beckie had gone into the house to clean up the kitchen. I rose off my chaise, walked over to Sandra and knelt to one side of her. She had a very contented look on her face.

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I was a freshman in college, a virgin, and as luck would have it sharing the dormitory floor with more females than males. In fact there were two beauties just across the hall from my room that I shared with Kevin Morris, a very religious kid who was penciled in as next year's starting quarterback.

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This is an account of my first experience with swinging, or to be more precise, a threesome. It's a story which goes back quite some time but I know for sure that it is the kind of thing that is still happening for young women in today's world.

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He was forty-five, and she was 18, an obvious difference in age, but there were other factors contributing to the hardship of undertaking a romance. He was married with two daughters, one who was 18, and the other who was 16. The problem did not lay with them, but with the wife, who had fallen out of love with her husband a while ago. They were only staying together for the kids, and that was where it all started.

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