It was late afternoon when Lisa pulled her car into a parking space at the Women's Health Services building. It was time again for her to see her gynecologist. She usually got the early morning appointments, but the office had called a few days ago to change hers. They said her usual doctor was out on leave for a few weeks and would she mind taking an appointment with someone else - a Dr. David Johnson. She preferred to see a female doctor, but her pill prescription was running out and she couldn't wait until her usual doctor came back.
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It has been almost a week since my sunset encounter with my lover and I have been worried she might be so turned off by my strange fetish that she no longer wants to see me. Sex had been good before she used a strap-on to fuck me and we had seemed to hit it off outside of bed also, but the tone of our conversations since have been a bit weird.
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Dallas and Eve had hinted around to each other about wanting to go to a "club" like the one he'd found on the internet. You know the type of hint; those sort-of cloaked suggestions that are buried in nervousness and a bit of shame. And you know the type of club; those private, join for the night "swinger" places where basically anything goes.
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"Fuck", I say to him, "if you had a pencil dick, you'd be sliding in there now, right up to your balls, all nine or ten inches of you."
"Ten," he says in my ear, nuzzling me.
"Ok, ten," I say, my mouth now at his ear. "Whatever," I smirk. 'Ten' I know it is. It's our private joke. We'd measured it how many times.
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It was one of those moments. We've all had them. They come from nowhere and before you know it you're doing things that you always said you wouldn't. No, by God, would he ever get me to do that! Colin and myself had just had a shower. Separately. He went first whilst I made a few sandwiches then I went in surrounding myself with the smell of gel and body spray and warmth.
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I'm going to play dress-the-dolly tonight, because that's what I like to do.
This particular dolly is – let's see – diminutive, with pale, oriental skin. Absolutely flawless and smooth. Her hair is straight, reaches down below her shoulder-blades, and is as black as midnight, as black as my unlit bedroom, although I can see every detail of her as if it was broad daylight.
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Wow, she thought, he was pretty well hidden. The car had appeared out of nowhere, lights already flashing, the siren going, catching up to her at rapid speed. She was not actually going all that fast, just over seventy, but then again, it was a forty-five (for no good reason, by the way), and that meant she was flirting with thirty miles per hour of speeding, and that was never a good thing.
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Rina wrinkled her nose in disgust and set her coffee cup down.
"Ugh! Jessica!"
"No, really," her friend answered, "It's a huge turn-on, believe me. I kind of thought it was gross when I first heard of it, but now I have him do that almost all the time."
"Jerry does that? YOUR Jerry. Oh my gosh!"
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Anthony and Miya had spent his special day in bed, alternating between making love and dozing in satisfaction. Neither cared about the world outside, it was his birthday and he was intent on spending it the best way that he knew how - with his beautiful Latin lover in his arms. No, Miya was more than just a lover to him. She was his kindred-spirit; his sexual soul mate, as well as his playmate. They had a deep and unwavering passion for sex.
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Kati and I have been married for more than 10 years and we appreciate the saying 'variety is the spice of life'. One of the ways we've added variety to our sex life in recent years is indulging in fantasy sex sessions with role playing and dress-ups, sometimes quite elaborate.
We get to have a full blown session maybe once a month. They especially allow Kati, who is in a high pressure managerial role by day, to let herself go at home and indulge her submissive sexual nature.
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