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Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. And if you are offended you might want to wonder why you are looking at this site in the first place. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story.

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Andrew was going to be a short term solution. He was into all the boy things like beer, cars, football, and other girls and I came a good way down his list of interests. His Dad lasted a little longer (In more ways than one) but I think I became a nice source of young flesh for a shag, rather than a real relationship.

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"Fuck." Jason gulped as he pulled up to the curb outside of the rented house he shared with his best friend Ryan. He'd been on edge all day. Today was the day that Ryan's little brother was moving in. Being a senior in high school, Nick still lived with his parents, but when a job prompted them to move back to the town that all three boys grew up in, Ryan suggested that Nick live with Jason and himself so he could finish up the semester without transferring. Jason was fine with the idea of Nick living with them. He'd always liked the kid. It was just that lately he was worried that he might like him a little too much...

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Marie was a mature woman with short, well layered blue silver hair and a slightly plump, but still desirable body that was generally covered by proper attire, consisting of sensible tops and knee length skirts. She was a junior high school librarian, a widow who had been married to her college sweetheart for twenty some years until he had perished in a vehicular accident.

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All characters are at least 18 years old.. * I saw him while I was pumping my gas, and he immediately got my attention. For one thing, we don't get all that many walking in my neck of the woods, because there's a whole lot of nothing around for miles and miles. Secondly, he was walking in one of our patented torrential rainstorms, and with the wind blowing and the lightning crackling, this was no night for a hike.

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As I packed my suitcase, I couldn't believe I was actually going on a vacation without my husband. I'd kind of fantasized about it many times before, but never really thought it would happen. But Jane wanted a girls-only trip to celebrate her birthday, and who was I to say no? I thought about what else to pack. Swimsuit, cocktail dress, shorts, sunscreen... I grabbed my sexy bra and panty sets and put those in. Why not feel sexy, even if it was very likely no one but me would ever see them?

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I had just got off work and I was exhausted, at least my mind was, though my body was still very much awake. I hated working the night shift at the club, it always screwed up my inner clock and now I had to deal with it. At least I didn’t have to close the place though.

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Her lover had been so naughty lately. Even though, she knew it wasn't really his fault, he had been spending way to much time away from her. He knew when he didn't spend time with her how horny and mischievous she got. When she had too much time on her hands she would think of ways to get even for his lapse of attention to her needs and he knew she was a very needy lady.

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"Ahhh, that were very nice," I said with a deep, satisfied sigh, as I spilled my seed down Des's chin. We were in the boathouse on the lower lake, here because Des had wanted me to fuck him. But now we'd have to sit and talk for a bit, listening to the racing shells grind against the dock outside in the bit of a squall that had come up over Sandhurst. It would take me a few to recharge.

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I'm 44 now and the following scenario has been going on for the best part of a year. I have a lover, who at 24 is not only much younger but the best thing I have ever ended up in bed with. Every weekend and the odd week night is spent in the kind of sexual bliss a woman only dreams about. My name is Pat; I have dark hair hanging in ringlets past my neck and a good body for my age, a legacy of having a super pair of cycling legs. I used to work with him and on the Xmas night out he drunkenly offered to go down on me. I was surprised and flattered.

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