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Sally was proving to be a bit of a problem. She was the new stable girl I'd hired and I have to admit her work was excellent. Not so excellent was her attitude. She could be belligerent about women's rights one moment and then flirting and teasing the next. Her constant changing was causing a bit of tension among the rest of the stable staff.

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It was another night at the club and I was having my usual good times with the men and women who had come in to watch. This night however was particularly noteworthy do to a cute couple who had come in that evening. I noticed this guy and girl who came up to me more than once when I was dancing on stage. I always noticed when a person came up more than once because it usually meant I had a pretty good chance of getting a nice table dance out of them.

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There is something particularly humiliating about being arrested covered in cum, piss, and surrounded by big black men, especially when you were once a very well-off businessman with a simple insertion fetish. My whole private life had been exposed in a day, and it affected my professional life a great deal. My face was plastered all over the news for weeks. Obviously they weren't flashing my cum covered naked ass on the nightly news, but plenty of pictures surfaced on the Internet and were making their rounds. It was a huge scandal.

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It was a cool, sunny day - the temperature being comfortable enough to turn off the air conditioning and let the quiet summer breezes flow through the windows and meander about the house. Susan had the house to herself and she moved about it as if to reclaim it for her own. The kids were off with friends at the lake and Tony was golfing. At last - no one asking her for something, not knowing where things were, nothing to break, spill, clean up, or wash. Freedom!

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How I found bisexuality and a complete new world. I met her at the gym. We went there at roughly the same time a few days each week. After a couple of weeks we acknowledged each other with a nod and a smile, after another few weeks it was "hello," and after another week or so it was "how are you?"

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I hate it when they keep moving stuff around. When it comes to things like fish or produce, I find better quality at the local health food chain store. But the produce department here seems to like to move things around from week to week, I guess to create a more seasonally appropriate display. But I'm a pragmatic man, and I like to find things in the same place.

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My business partner Les and I have been mates since we were 13-year olds at school together. We lived a few doors from each other, we went on booze 'n' birds holidays to Spain together, we were best man at each other's weddings, and my wife and I are godparents to his daughter Becky. Stella and I weren't lucky enough to have kids of our own, but we only live a short distance from Les and his wife Irene, and Becky has almost been like our own daughter.

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She grabbed my chin in her hand and held my face in front of hers. "Now you know what to do, my little slut. Do it." She ordered. With pleasure, I thought to myself. She was still wearing her long skirt but it was all twisted, disheveled and up around her thighs. The slit had been turned so that it was in the front rather than the side. It was open enough to reveal just a shadow between her legs.

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My husband and I had just celebrated our 6th anniversary, tonight was my 30th birthday, and we decided to go out for dinner, then meet up with a few friends after. We had a nice meal, had a few drinks with friends at an out door bar overlooking the water and were feeling in the mood for some heavy partying. But as usual our friends pooped out early, the other couple not really on the same partying frequency as us, and my best friend had to get home to her son.

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"My mom's convinced I won't graduate without getting pregnant," Kaylea told me, tucking in her shirt before tying her apron around her waist. "There are ways to make sure that doesn't happen," I joked. She rolled her eyes at me. "I'm serious, Kaylea." "I know," she said. "I'm careful. I won't get pregnant, Tim, I promise." As her boss instead of a teacher or parent, I knew I could say things to her other adults couldn't. "Famous last words of eighteen year olds everywhere," I teased right before adding the words I never should have said.

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