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I sighed the instant I walked through the door. Some women are upset because their boyfriend’s don’t do enough housework. I was upset because mine was doing too much. He knelt on the carpet in front of me; his head bent low, the back of his neck exposed. Usually I placed a thick black collar around that neck, but this morning I had taken it off before going to work.

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Yes she is!" "Not really." "Oh come on! Are you blind? Look at her!" "She's okay. I just don't think she's that hot." "You're fucking crazy! She's gorgeous!" The argument Kevin and I had been having throughout the entirety of the movie we had been watching was now reaching epic proportions as the alcohol we had been consuming was now starting to take effect.

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Jenn tried to hail a cab outside the bar. She had just finished a very long day of meetings, and they hadn't gone well. She was anxious to catch her flight home tomorrow. She missed her seven year old son, and was looking forward to watching him play baseball this weekend. She tried to hail a few cabs, even going so far as to flash her long, built, silk attired legs. When none stopped, she decided to walk to the hotel.

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Circling her, stopping every so often to test the firmness of her flesh through a light slap, a caress, He watched her. Memorized her inch by inch. And as He circled her, she felt the color rise to her skin, staining her pink from the very tips of her toes to the ends of her hair.

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While in the Navy and stationed overseas, I tried out for the Navy Bowling Team, which travelled all over Europe every spring and summer. They would fly on Mondays, practice Tuesdays through Fridays, compete on Saturdays, relax on Sundays, and fly to the next meet on Monday. I made the team and we practice 4 days a week during the winter.

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"It looks unusually small tonight darling – did you have a sneaky wank when you were in the shower?" I asked my husband, as I climbed into bed, fresh from my own shower, and nuzzled up to him, putting my head on his chest and reaching down to gently feel his turtled manhood between my thumb and forefinger.

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On my twenty first birthday I was a nerdy virgin who had never had a boyfriend. I had little self-confidence, a wardrobe of sweatshirts and jeans, glasses as thick as the bottom of coke bottles, braces on my teeth and no money in the bank. A year later the braces were gone, the glasses were gone, I had a designer wardrobe most women would kill for, an expensive sports car, a six figure bank account and an attitude of self-assurance that I know will carry me through life and allow me to achieve whatever I want. This is my story. The story of how I became The Math Slut.

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Studying. Just one of those facts of college life. Me and Becky, friends since freshman year, roommates for several months. "Who was that girl who said 'Hi' to you when we were walking through the union?" I asked. "Oh that was Trish. She was in my poli-sci class last semester." "Hmm. She really lit up when she saw you," I observed.

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"Mr. Thompson will see you now," the attractive executive secretary to the Senior Vice President told Lesley as she waited outside his office for her two o'clock appointment. Lesley stood and smoothed her skirt before picking up her handbag and briefcase. She walked into the large office and extended her hand as Mr. Thompson, Brian, was moving towards the door to meet her.

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It was a beautiful day and I was beginning a four day weekend. Sitting in my favorite chair with today's paper and an ice cold beer my peace was suddenly shattered by the sound of broken glass. Instantly I knew the cause, my neighbor's son Brian and one of his friends were playing catch when a throw got away. I went outside and to his credit Brian apologized and owned up to it. I felt a bit sorry for him, he lost his dad 3 years ago when he was only six and was being raised by his mom with no male influence.

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