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The phone rings. It is Christa, my friend Danny's wife, "Hi Frank...Danny has just left to pick you up." "OK Christa, Starr has the rental car and should get to you within the hour. I gave her some extra money so the two of you can run into Louisville, get some new clothes and the toys we will need. See you there." The plan was working. I had, even though it was his birthday weekend, conned Danny into to driving me down to Lexington for the Glock Shoot.

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The bar was quite noisy with groups of people meeting after work to relay the day's events. There was a football game on the TV screens which was attracting loud groups of men, all with their opinion on how their team was performing. Jan sat in a booth towards the back of the bar on her own. She was contemplating life – it had not been a good day. She had been late for work, had lost a big contract and had been given a hard time by her boss.

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The smell of bacon woke me; or rather, the surprise of smelling bacon first thing in the morning woke me. Without opening my eyes, I knew that Colin wasn't in bed with me. Which meant that Colin, the man who never cooks anything outside of the microwave, was in the kitchen making breakfast. Burrowing deep under the covers, I decided to stay in bed and take full advantage of this sudden domestication. It didn't take long for me to doze back off.

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I slipped my shoes on and nodded in response to her questioning look, telling her silently that I was ready to go with her. "Pick up your underwear and come with me, Pet." I opened the flap on the small bag I was carrying, but she stopped me with a glance. "Pick them up. Don't put them away. Carry them loosely, so they show." She led me to the door of the restaurant, my panties dangling from my fingers as we went.

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My name is Adam. I've been living alone for the past ten years. Had a few live-in ladies during that time but on my own the last year. I mostly visited Senior Centers scouting for those lonely ladies that hang out at such places. Had a coupe of hot ones... guess they figured it might be the last fucking they were going to get so they give it their all.

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I have always loved women. There is just something delightful about femininity and female-ness that has always resonated with me. Even as a child, I found it easier to make friends with girls than with boys. Oh, sure, I played on the sports teams, and engaged in the same kind of rough-and-tumble as the other boys, but females seemed to draw something deeper out of me, something thoughtful, and deeper than just scoring touchdowns, or hitting home runs.

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The door opened before the third knock. She must have been standing there waiting. The thought warms me as I look into her pale cream face. Her skin is smooth and spotless except for the tiny freckle under her left eye. Liquid aquamarine eyes hold my gaze as my fingers brush softly up her defined cheek bone. I drag my fingers through her silky smooth onyx hair and cup the back of her head in my hand.

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Two years ago when I first became a full-time student at the state university's city campus I was fortunate enough to find a part-time job, one that I still have to this day. Twenty hours a week I work in a small family run pastry shop called the Donut King. While the amount of money I earn there is modest, it is a much needed supplement to my student loan and savings.

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My name is Mark, until today I lived pretty much an average life. I am happily married for many years with grown up children. I am self-employed and work from home, my wife has a good paying job at an insurance company. We are not rich but what I would consider comfortable. Recently I have been getting I guess you would call it curious about certain male/male relationships, to be exact I fantasize about sucking a cock.

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Mr Valens reached towards the numbers on the alarm panel inside the front door of his modern, two storey home. The red light was not flashing. He paused and cast his eyes around without moving, noting the gleaming kitchen bench, the bleak smell of domestic cleaner. Then he remembered. Today was Wednesday - Sharni Peller's cleaning day.

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