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I woke up and looked at the clock, it was 8. Today was my 40 birthday. I was divorced, lived on my own and had an 18-year-old son who was at college 200 miles away. I heard the post come through the letterbox so I got out of bed and went downstairs to see if they were cards for me. There where two, one from my son Greg and the other was from my best friend Susan.

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Thinking back on that first time with Julie was enough to nearly push me over the edge all by itself. As I eased up and stopped at the next traffic light, I slid my hand between my legs and began to slip two fingers inside my leaking pussy. This time, I was so hot that I almost wished someone would see me. The anticipation, the dread, the memory of her sweet young body all combined to put me in that zone where I just needed to cum.

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I wanted to be raped. Not really raped. Just pretend, fun raped. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I can't remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or...not really my fantasy because only someone special could have made that happen.

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A light snow fell on the red lanterns and cobbled alleys of the Yoshiwara, the pleasure quarter of Edo. Ice broke thinly beneath the high, damask sandals of the courtesan as she swayed silkily past the raucous tea shops and restaurants, the gaudy posters of kabuki actors, and the many strolling men. They lowered their eyes when she boldly appraised them. She recognized a priest despite his merchant disguise.

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They had been married for several years and their sex life had been wonderful, although less frequent since the children had arrived. Candace loved to fuck, there was no question about that, she enjoyed every kind of sex her husband and she had shared, but it had become insufficient because of the infrequency.

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Note: I don't consider myself to be gay and have never experienced any sexual contact with another man, although there is an appeal that seems to draw me. I admit that I have watched men masturbate via video chat and have done so myself once or twice, I found this exciting and exhilarating. Perhaps it's the thought of being in an erotic situation with a man for the first time that appeals to me whereas my sexual history has always been with women.

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I have known Kristen for approximately four and half years and Diane for a year. The three of us work in a local office of Verizon communications. I am their immediate supervisor and responsible for their training when they first arrived there. They both started working at Verizon straight out of High School. Kristen is a brunette and twenty-one. Diane is blonde and the youngest at nineteen.

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After my surprising encounter with Arthur and Sandy, I went home to my wife, completely satisfied. She was sleeping as I slipped into bed. The next morning was a little hairy. "Morning hon," Carol said. "You worked late last night." "Mornin'," I grumbled. I was tired for lack of sleep. She came over and kissed me.

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George sat looking at Mary unhappy with what he was seeing. The twenty year old had shown up with plans to go out clubbing with his daughter Connie, whom was still in the bathroom applying her makeup. All of this was normal. The trouble was, every week Mary's clothes were a little more trashy. This week she had knee high fuck-me boots, miniskirt, and bustier, all in black leather. The outfit was garnished with fishnet stockings.

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The horn let out a mighty yell signaling the start of our eight day new years cruise. It was the last Sunday of the millennium and I had just set out on a New Years adventure. I stood at the railing of the big cruise ship and waived goodbye to my husband of eight years.

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