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She awoke, right hand between her legs, middle finger buried deep in her pussy. The wetness coupled with the sensitivity and a kind of empty feeling in her chest told her that she had orgasmed in her sleep again. A tear trickled down her cheek to join the wide stain that already lay on the bed sheets. Brenda divorced her philandering husband three years ago. She had married him in her early thirties, but after ten years, his constant string of affairs had become too much to bear.

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A shapely chestnut-haired girl frolicked through a meadow with careless ease, her long red hood trailing behind her as she carried a basket full of pastries on her way to her isolated grandmother's house. Unbeknownst to her, exploring the deepest, most wooded areas of the forest, there was also a young man. A young man who suddenly came upon a path, which he followed to the very same meadow filled with tiny purple flowers.

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Marie boarded the plane to Florida sighing as she sat down in her seat. "Finally, I'm free to do as please," she quietly muttered to herself. "Marie, did you say something?" Nan her traveling companion asked. "No...well, yes...I was just thinking how amazing it is finally to get to go somewhere without having someone to answer to for my actions," Marie said.

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"Wow, Michael!" My secretary said, "You wouldn't believe who just came in to audition for the part!" "A knock-out, huh?" I said, as I deposited my newly printed photos into my briefcase. "That," Julie said, "is an understatement! This lady is hot!" Julie had been my secretary for over five years and was a knock-out herself. Her long blonde hair cascaded downward, hiding her delectable shoulders.

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Geoff watched as the young couple walked into the darken club. He wasn't alone, nearly every other man watched her too. Geoff sat at the bar, watching everything going on around him. He loved crowds, seeing the interactions of people in different situations. The young woman walked past him, wearing a back, pinstriped mini dress with spaghetti straps. It amazed him that the dress could hold her large breasts without breaking the thin straps.

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I have to start with, I never intended for it to go that far. Okay, so, now that that is out of the way, here goes. I'm a fairly young French teacher in a rural high school. I spent my first couple of years out of college substitute teaching in the same district I teach in now, so by the time the school superintendent decided it would be a good idea to hire me, I had already made connections with faculty, staff, and the students at the school. This year was my first year having my own classroom.

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The great walled port city of Sirtus sat on the edge of the Mycean Sea. A many thousand ships hove into its port each day, and a great deal as many departed in the same. No market square was empty, and few pockets hung limp in the trousers of their owners. Trade boomed, honor ruled, and hearts loved. But Paolo the merchant had, as of late, found himself distant from his wife Francesca. To be sure, she was pleasing to look upon. But the women of Sirtus were in no short supply, and all of them seemed so much fairer than his own.

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I can't remember a time in my life when he wasn't around. Patrick and I were born two days and two plantations apart. Our families were good friends and even better business partners. From the moment we were born, they dreamed of uniting their plantations just outside of Savannah, Georgia and producing another generation of devout Catholics. 1100 acres and 12 children total. Yes, it seemed Patrick and I were destined to be together.

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Daniel allowed his eyes to wander up the length of his Mistress's silky smooth legs, right up to the point where her thin white robe contrasted with her lightly tanned thighs. He continued to kiss her well-manicured toes and instep, while being acutely aware of the fact that his cock was becoming uncomfortably constrained by his tight-fitting chastity device.

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The soft patter of rain that began to pelt against the roof grabbed my attention, and I paused, setting my fiery-red lipstick back on the wooden vanity below me. "Shit." I muttered to myself, disgruntled. The weather forecast hadn't called for rain earlier in the morning, so I'd decided on a costume with more involved makeup. I'd planned on arriving at the annual Crowley Halloween ball dressed as a sexy version of Harley Quinn, my favorite character.

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