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Lorna had reached the point of 'enough is enough'. She was sitting on the bathroom stool with her body covered in sweat, not from the rather mediocre climax she had just given herself, but from the effort she had put into trying to enjoy the sex that her husband had just inflicted on her. Derek was a good husband but an abominable lover. He just could not comprehend that filling her cunt with spunk did not automatically generate satisfaction in her, and as far as he was concerned the whole purpose of sex was to simply bring him to climax.

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My first lover, Mark, loved to lick my pussy after he fucked me so that he could lick his cum as it dripped from my vagina. I was a very naïve eighteen year old at the time I gave my virginity to him and so I assumed that it was pretty normal when Mark would go down on me and lick me clean after he fucked me.

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He was rude to me when I first saw him, which is one of the reasons I remembered him. The other was that he was drop-dead gorgeous. This was in the souk (Arab market) in the Muslim Quarter of the Old City, one dull Saturday morning, and I was shopping for a Quran. Not some paperback English translation, but something really nice, an ornate Arabic copy I could display in my office at home.

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This is a story about a time that I had been staying with good friends of mine, Nicole and Tom. Nicole was very sweet and sexy and I had always had a thing for her, and she knew it and teased me about it frequently. I’m sure Tom knew as well, but it never got in the way of our friendship, I guess he felt a bit flattered by it.

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I tenderly pressed my lips on Vicki's, and she gently kissed back as the warm smooth innards of her pussy threatened to send me into a wild ejaculation. I wanted to enjoy her for a longer time before that happened. I had slowed down and even stopped pumping several times in the long while that I'd been inside her.

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Danny and I were ready to set off to go on a hike. It was a sublimely beautiful day and we were going to drive to a National Forest and then hike one of its easy, secluded trails. Then suddenly I had an idea, something that would add a little spice to our hike. I looked at Danny, a sly, wicked smile lighting up my face. "Hey, pull down your jeans and your briefs for a minute, will you?"

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I hadn't brushed my teeth for four long days, a fact that I only know because it was the same amount of days that I had called off work. Here I was, 27, successful, handsome, climbing the corporate ladder, becoming wealthier by the minute, and I was falling apart because my boyfriend dumped me.

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In high school, it had always been me, Jodi, and Nadine. I couldn't have hoped for a closer relationship, even with sisters. We were sort of nerds in high school, but under the acne, clueless fashion, and dumb crushes were fun-loving, pretty young women waiting to break free.

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Despite my best attempts at maintaining a straight face, the corner of my mouth twitched with repressed humor as the "ice maiden's" discomfort escalated by the hour. Negotiations had just passed the fourteenth hour without a substantial break and she wasn't about to show less stamina than anyone else, a ridiculous determination in my view, but one which offered a welcome diversion to the incessant posturing by the large egos sitting around the long walnut table.

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I had talked myself into a job I was in no way qualified for, and, as the first order of business, I got sent halfway across the country and landed in a hotel in downtown Chicago. I looked around my room, a room that teetered on the border between blandness and overwrought luxury, and decided that I should stop watching Sportscenter, and go find some dinner.

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