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My hair stylist is exactly the opposite of the usual gay or effeminate stereotype. He is every inch a man. Tall, well, built and an especially attractive red head. But, more than his physical attributes, it is his outrageously flirtatious manner that always makes me wet. The man just oozed sex from every pore. I had had some very shocking fantasies about him as a result.

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My life is very simple. Clients want someone dead, they pay me, I make the person dead. I would like to tell you I have a code of honor. I would like to tell you I don't kill women or children, but I am not a liar. I have killed women and would have no moral problem with killing a child. The subject has never come up.

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My name is Jan, and this is my story of lust and shame. I'm in my early twenties, 5 foot 7, slim but with a curvy, feminine figure, 34-24-35. My long flowing black hair contrasts my porcelain fair skin and my pretty, delicate features. I'm of Chinese-Thai descent. My family made their fortune in the timber trade, and thus my family is immensely well off. I live in a huge mock-Tudor style mansion set in a sprawling garden with a swimming pool, with maids tending to my every need.

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I was bone tired, filthy dirty, hungry and thirsty. Four hours of slinging sand bags in the rain will do that to you. I wiped the water from my eyes for the millionth time and looked around. The guy who had been working next to me for the last hour or two was slumped on the ground. I sank down beside him. He had about worked me to death handing me bags for me to place. I looked down the wall of the school building.

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Jessica Line had just started as an administrative assistant at a large firm, she was 22 and fresh out of college. She was initially put in the secretary pool before being assigned to someone permanently. She was happy when she was given a permanent slot, but when the other secretaries heard who she got, she was informed of many rumors.

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Some time ago, Marlena emigrated from her native Czechoslovakia to the United States. This was before her home country divided peacefully into two separate nations. In Europe, she was a ballet dancer but she is quite a lot older now and has put on some weight so she has become a teacher of ballet. By no means is Marlena fat, and I believe she has a sexier figure now than when she was doing pirouettes before large audiences, but the years and the additional weight have made her give up her art.

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I broke down and finally called the number of an escort service I got online. I was very nervous having never done anything like that before. I had a very particular fantasy I wanted to indulge and thought this was the best way. A sexy sounding lady answered the phone. “As you might already know we specialize in making fantasies come true, so what are your fantasies?” She asked in a sultry sounding voice.

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From the first time she walked into my shop I wanted her. I love femmes, particularly older ones. And I have a definite affinity towards nicely dressed, fit, attractive ones. I know, who doesn't? You don't have to be 50, black and butch for that. My name is Serena. I'm a single lesbian living in, well, perhaps that's not important. I own and operate a shop I call "Asides".

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It was safe to say the WPC Barbara Hardy was not a well liked woman. Not by her family (who had all but disowned her), not by her colleagues (who she had managed to either get up the noses of, fall out with or try to get into trouble) and certainly not with the criminal community in Preston. She was good at her job though, very meticulous and officious and liked to not give anyone an inch if she could help it.

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I have mentioned in other stories I have written here that I worked for many years as an English professor at a small but expensive New England college. I retired at the age of 65 as a result of the college's policy of mandatory retirement—a stupid idea in an age when most people live longer than they did in the past and most retain their brain capacity. I continued to live in the same town and the same house that my late wife and I had occupied for 30 years.

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