- - - 6 Months Ago - - -
"Mr. Adams... Mr. Adams?"
"Yeah, sorry."
"Mr. Adams, we just need your signature right here."
Done. Signed. Sealed. Divorced.
Well, there went 22 years. My wife and I waited until the kids finished college, at least. Very amicable. We just split right down the middle. Of course she also got the guy from Newport Beach with Ferraris and a massive house. I got a little apartment in San Jose. Whatever.
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Several years ago I attended a small southern college. Our fraternity house was adorned with a statue of our mascot and a favorite campus prank was to paint it. It was general knowledge on campus that those caught would be shaved bald and though the mascot was often painted, rarely was the culprit apprehended. The alternative was calling the police and even though it amounted to only malicious mischief, a criminal record was a criminal record.
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His hand came down again on her bare bottom in front of him. The slap was loud. She whimpered softly. The sting of his hand excited her and she felt the warmth of her secretions flood between her legs. Her flesh vibrated and teased her as she felt them resonate to her sex and sensitive breasts.
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Dr. Lydia Martin's intercom buzzed. "Yes?" she said, still looking over a file she had begun.
"Your new patient, Mr. Mullins, is here," said her receptionist and administrator, Barb. "The one referred by Dr. Jefferson."
Lydia pushed herself up from her desk and stood behind it. "Send him in," she said, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her glasses.
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"Would you help me over in Reference, please?"
Richard looked up from his filing. He swiveled his head, looking for the source of the clear, but tiny voice.
"I'm rearranging and I need someone to help move the shelves and lift the boxes of books."
He spied Sylvia, standing a little to the side and behind him. Richard nodded "ok" and filed the last two cards. He closed the card file drawer and followed her to the reference room, for which she had already started.
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After eight years, Paul and I were trying to keep our marriage fresh and romantic and, yes, sexual.
So on a Tuesday night in May, I prepared for Paul's return home after work by dressing up in one of the sexy outfits he liked when we fooled around in the bedroom.
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I still don't know exactly how I got myself into that situation. It may have been a bet, It may have been a dare, or it might be that I was tricked. The upshot of the entire affair is that I found myself with my neighbor's 18 year old son manhandling me and eventually fucking me senseless.
Perhaps I need to start at the beginning with a description of myself and my marriage to Jim. We had been College sweethearts who married and have been together for 10 years this November.
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She tried the dress on for the fifteenth time that month, and once again hoped that this time she'd feel different. As she stared into the full length mirror that had been moved into her room, she noticed how the whiteness of the dress seemed so much brighter against her pale skin. How her red hair and blue eyes seemed that much more pronounced by the additional paleness wrapped around her body.
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I was getting ready for work and had already had my shower. I sat down at my dressing table, dressed only in peach French cut panties and a matching bra. As I brushed my hair, my mind drifted to thoughts of the two men I work with now, Tim and Ned.
I was new in town and to my job, having found work in a small office downtown. Tim and Ned were both very attractive, and in the past few days I could not stop fantasizing about them.
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Well, I keep wondering how I got myself into this situation. I'm 53 years old and I have a beautiful 26 year old woman under me, just about to have an earth shattering orgasm. Maybe I should start at the beginning.
As far as Amy goes, I have known her since she was born. Her parents were friends of my parents. She was one of those OOPS babies. You know, a wild New Years Eve party, then on the way home some sexy talk and a little touchy feely so by the time you get to the front door your ripping your clothes off and finding the first soft surface to flop down on and get to the real business.
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