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"Sin! Sinclair! Where the hell is that boy at?" The Master's younger son stood in the doorway with a scowl twisting his handsome face as he looked for the slave, but the beautiful young man wasn't among the servants and slaves hard at work in the kitchen. Stepping into the room, he cut a path straight to the head cook, ignoring the scurrying men and women darting around him as they went about the frantic preparations for the evening meal—as lower servants and slaves, they were beneath his notice.

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My wife was preparing her lunch for work as I finished my morning coffee. I was home for a few days after another long stretch away at work. I had arrived late the previous evening after she was asleep and tried my best not to disturb her as she had a full work day ahead of her. We hadn't been able to spend much time together lately and we both needed some time to reconnect. "Any plans for today?" she inquired. "Just catching up on what I've missed over the past few days."

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I'm a sucker for a deep authoritative voice. Few men understand how powerful their voice is or the effect it can have on some women. Like me. The right words uttered in a certain tone are guaranteed to snatch my breath away and cause an instant puddle between my legs. In such a mood, I don't want to be asked what I want.

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Sean was tired but happy. As he pushed the lawnmower back toward his house, the young man counted up all the money he'd made from all the lawns he had cut that day. The sun hung low in the sky. He was just about to put the mower away in the garage when his mother leaned out the back window.

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I travel frequently on business. Recently, I had to travel to another city for a few nights. I reserved a room at a well-known, mid-level hotel. On my last night at the hotel, I had to complete a report and get it emailed out by morning. Unfortunately, it was a Thursday night and a football game was on TV that night.

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She couldn't wait to put it in his ass. She bought the strap-on almost on a whim; she had been walking by Good Vibrations and saw it proudly displayed in the window, almost like it was begging her to come inside. It was black and good sized. The light made it seem shiny. When she touched it, the silky smoothness had her hooked. This was her cock.

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Meg's heart pounded in her chest as she pulled into a parking space in front of the condominium. She was having difficulty believing that she had agreed to this. What in the name of God had her hormones gotten her into this time? Where was her mind when she visited that Internet chat room? It had been hard enough to admit that old desires had begun to surface again but to actively go out and seek someone who could help her fulfill them was madness.

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"You know what I want." Laura said, seated in her office chair, her eyes exploring me from head to toe as I stood beside her, within touch. "Yes," I replied. I knew what she wanted. I also knew that she would not say the words. "What do I want?" she asked, her voice thick and husky.

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It's a dull Wednesday evening when I find myself at the supermarket. I'd chosen to come do my shopping in the late evening to avoid the hustle and bustle of the rush hour. Wednesday nights always seemed this dull to me, so why not get a few chores out of the way like buying groceries for the week. While browsing in the frozen food isle, I see you picking out some frozen vegetables. You're wearing a pair of gray gym shorts and a tank top, but the curves of your ass catch my eye and I can't help but stare as you bend over to pick up an item.

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It was a hot, lonely summer evening. My wife was away on a girlfriend's trip. I was out of town myself, spending the weekend at my parent's house. They were away on vacation and I was 'house-sitting' for them. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I'd been to the place.

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