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We had chatted several times online, exchanging pleasantries and stats. We cybered a little, "feeling" each other out in regards to likes and fantasies. We didn't bother exchanging pics, who knew if what you saw was really who you were trying to see. So now, here I was driving out to meet this guy, sight unseen, seeking to live out a mutual fantasy of sex outdoors. At least, I thought to myself, he doesn't know me any better than I know him. But the taboo thought of meeting this stranger out under the stars and fucking the night away had me hard as a rock and hungry for cum.

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"Holy shit." I said it out loud, and stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, mid-step, staring at the picture on my phone. "He's...hot." I scrolled the picture on the screen, increasing the size to get a closer look, noting it was a scan from the back of a book. "Oh, that's right," I thought, "He's a writer." He was definitely hot, for a guy the age of my parents. He had a thin nose and high forehead, dark eyes with fine lines at the corners, and dark hair that fell around his face in waves.

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"I've never had an orgasm." It took a few seconds for those words to register in my brain. It was so random, so out of the blue and so very unexpected that I didn't quickly grasp the meaning. Looking over at Sarah, I lifted my head to fully look at her and asked, "What?"

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I suppose you could say it all started just before I reached my 40th birthday. I knew that I still felt the same inside as I did in my early 20's, but now needed to prove it to myself, and the world! I had recently called time on my marriage to a man who had constantly belittled me, refused to let me wear make-up, lose my baby weight, or wear fashionable clothes and worst of all had tried to cut me off from all my friends and family.

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"Welcome to our home Michael. Please, please have a seat." "Thank you Mrs. Stevens." Michael sat on the beautiful suede sofa next to his girlfriend Jenny. He had been dating Jenny for exactly a month and she now insisted he meet her parents for the first time. Jenny Stevens could be considered an "old fashioned" gal. At 22 she was still a virgin and still very much living at home with her parents. She was a very pretty gal and quite friendly and intelligent.

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"Hello Jack", Linda said dully to the man staring into his mail compartment. Jack was about 6" tall. It was obvious he was in good shape. He was handsome, Linda thought but it was hard to see because of his macho attitude. "Oh, hello Linda", the man said back to the blond haired lady he shared a duplex with. Jack lived just up the stairs. Linda lived on the bottom floor. They shared a common area that had become an irritation for both of them.

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When I was younger I lived a quite outlandish life. I partied, I travelled, I entertained. I spent lots of money that I didn't have. My plastic friends were great – I just didn't give it another thought. When my cards were full, I borrowed money from people I shouldn't have. At the end of the spending came the truth. I was over £20,000 in debt, to a variety of credit card companies, and latterly the loan sharks who inhabit the low life of London.

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My Birthday treat...... It was my 35th birthday, and my wife Mary had promised me a night out on the town. While I was on the golf course with her blessing, she spent the day at work. I came home looking forward to a hot shower and a glass of wine with Mary before we went out.

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Now, right from the start, let’s get the details over and done with. My name is Jan, well, Janet actually, but let’s stick with Jan as everybody else does. I’m fifty-two at the time of writing, but was fifty when the events I shall relate took place. I am five feet six inches tall. Buxom, in fact very buxom, but its all firm. Nothing flops about, including my bosom – 40 C if you want to know, but then, I don’t often wear a bra because I like to show off my nipples.

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I was standing in the small room, in front of a curtained window. Paul's hot breath on the back of my neck was doing little to dispel the tension that was tying me in knots, even though that's exactly what we were here for. The room was pretty dreary really; just this curtained window and a padded massage table behind us against the wall. Tired paint on the walls, scruffed tiled floor and ceiling, as if men before us had been walking the ceiling and dragged across the floor, which, for all I knew, was exactly what had caused the scruffing.

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