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Steve had thought that he'd have a quiet Saturday afternoon to himself. The house was empty. His wife had gone shopping with friends, the boys were out with their mates and Kirsty had to go to the library to complete the paper she had to write. She'd hoped not to go, but found she was missing some information at the last minute and so had to make a quick dash.

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I drove up early Saturday morning. I remember he said he went there about every weekend and I was hoping this weekend would be no exception. I drove about the country with no luck of finding his street so I stopped by this lone gas station sitting out on some country road to ask for directions. The place looked abandoned when I pulled in, but I got out and went to the small office and opened the door and asked if anyone was there.

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"Mmmmm," I sighed as I rolled over and stretched. What a night. Lying next to me was my new friend and lover Jessie. Smiling, I began to play out the previous night in my head. The surprise that the Jessie I was meeting was a woman, the bigger surprise that I was attracted to her and the biggest surprise, that I had brought her home with me.

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I love summer. Hot days are best. Hot, bright days that bring out beautiful women with long, smooth legs and deep cleavages. Bare shoulders and thin straps support light summer dresses and strappy sandals caress tanned ankles. Thin tops that cling to perky breasts and give a hint of nipple. Denim cut-offs that give tantalizing glimpses of the crease between thigh and buttock. Unexpected breezes that whips up the unsuspecting summery skirt, giving flashes of pale buttock and pink G-string.

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I noticed my hand shaking as I reached for the door and stopped to pull myself together. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I kept thinking if I was so scared how's he feeling. Poor little guy. But then this is what he'd wanted. He's my college roomie and at 5' 6" he really is just a little guy, but cute as a button. At least I think so. Me? I tower above him like nobody's business, by an entire foot if you can believe it. He's a skinny guy with these graceful moves sort of like a dancer. He may not be a muscle bound jock but I really go for his looks.

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From the moment I saw her hunched over the register, I knew I needed her. Her soft doe eyes awkwardly begged my forgiveness as she pulled the damp fingernail from her pink lips and ran her hand down the side of her worn jeans. A slight smell of menthol cigarettes wafted from her sandy brown hair as she reached for one of the items on the conveyor belt.

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She had been excited about it for a week. They really weren't sure how Thursday had gotten decreed "kink" night but it was a tradition now. For a couple of months now, her husband had been asking, well, begging for her ass. She was tentative and they had started slowly. A week ago, he had finally pressed his cock into her. He was not overly long but damn, he was wide. He had gotten it in, but not very deep or for very long. She was proud of herself. She would get better. Tonight though, it was her turn.

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When Laura Ford-Ramsey removed her coat and handed it to Karen, it was no surprise that underneath she wore only bra and knickers, suspender belt, stockings and high heels. Mrs Ford-Ramsey had been a client at Valentino for more than a year and for most of that time it had been her custom to arrive for her fortnightly beauty treatment semi-undressed.

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I was 18 when it happened. About a size 16-18. Flaming red hair about 2 inches past my shoulders. DD breasts. I was quite developed when it came to sex. I'd had my fair share of men, probably more than. I thought I had all my desires figured out. And then I met Aura. She was 19. Magnificent. 5'8, slender but strong, dark brown hair and bright green eyes. Pretty much a dead ringer for Joe Brooks, except for the "she" part.

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There are a thousand possible beginnings to the story of how this happened, and they're all swirling together at this moment. People tell stories of how they fell in love, how they knew that the person on their mind was the person they wanted to spend forever with, and that's something I could never quite wrap my head around.

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