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In the morning Soula woke me with a kiss and a cup of coffee. She was wearing the pink button-up satin night shirt she keeps at my place, and her large breasts swayed sensuously beneath it. The bed smelled of sex and I imagined I could taste a hint of my semen on her lips. I’ve never met a woman who likes to eat jizz like Soula. I swear that in the last six weeks there’s only been a couple of times I haven’t cum in her mouth.

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I met Caitlin in a night club when we were both aged nineteen. We quickly fell madly in love with each other and within three months we had set up our first home together. Life was great to start with; we were young, in love and could not get enough of each other. However as we shared our lives together we slowly began to have our differences, and our relationship deteriated from the perfect start to one where after eighteen months together we came to the mutual decision that it was best to break up and go our separate ways.

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“Man, it’s hot in here,” I thought, as I entered the shower room after my heavy post-christmas workout. I was surprised to see it empty, as it was usually full of naked women, cooling off after their sessions in the gym. I’m not a lesbian by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes I find myself staring at their hot bodies, wondering what it would be like to touch them, taste them.

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Captain Delwin Jackson—Diggs to almost everyone who knew him—opened the only eye he was able to open, seeing first the photo of Tawna and the kids, Jamia and Jeron, that should be in his wallet but, inexplicably was in a frame too big for it and standing on top of a white laminated nightstand next to the bed.

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Still hurt by the rampage that she had just endured, Elise wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to gather her thoughts. She still could not believe what had just happened and that she had actually enjoyed most of it. She sniffled and grabbed some Kleenex from the living room table as she pondered what her next move would be. The feelings that brewed inside of her made her sick, she felt violated and angry. Between her legs though, told a different story. Her privates were still dripping wet with passion and she felt strangely fine down below.

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It was a hot night in Rochester but I shivered all the same. There were no cars in the driveway on a sprawling cream colored new-money manse the bordered the Clearey Woods, so I pulled up the parking brake and on battered gray Camry. The thick pine and birch that skirted the side and back of the property kept drawing my eye. If I wasn't very careful, I could die tonight. But if I'd refused, I'd be dead for certain.

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Everything was arranged the way I wanted it. We'd been building up to this point slowly. The entire anal experience was new to us, but we'd heard it was wonderful for some, unpleasant for others. It was time to find out for ourselves. I remember how I approached the subject with him. For years he'd been against the idea, but in all honesty so had I.

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"Okay Heather if you want to be like that, fuck you! I'm not gonna stand here and take this shit. We're done." "Fuck you back you asshole! You damn right we're done! I want a man that treats me well!" "You mean you want a man that's whipped, that caters to your every idiotic whim, that hands over money because he's your personal ATM. In other words, you want a chump. I'm not a chump, nor that desperate. Besides, you ain't even that good. Goodbye."

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Pt. 1 - The Rehearsal Dinner So far it was a very lovely dinner party. Krista sat at the table with the others, her legs crossed. She slowly brought the glass of champagne to her lips as her eyes danced about the room. She looked over at her mother, Karen, sitting there looking nearly lifeless, a former shell of her energetic self. Krista smiled, knowing all to well, and proudly she might add, that she was responsible for the woman's lack of energy and near lack of a will to live.

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'Jenny, how many units of Cunt-Struck have we sold to date?' Alan asked. Jenny flipped open the file. 'Two thousand five hundred and sixty but I've just received an order for fifty more copies from a sex shop in Bolton and I've had further enquiries from three more outlets in the midlands.' Alan took a cigar from the humidor on his desk and smiled with satisfaction.

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