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Oiled and perfumed, dark exotic eyes peering over iridescent veils, we all lay upon our pillows. Idly brushing each other’s hair, we embraced one another as sisters in our womanhood. Each woman beautiful in her own way. Round soft, sleek slender, large - powerful, and eternally graceful, every variety of woman filled the sandstone room this warm, sun burnt dusk. Soft winds heralded the coming of night, and we arranged ourselves seductively so that we might catch his eye.

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Hello readers; my name is Emily, and I want to tell you my story, about how I reached this point in my life. Some of you will say I am weird, some will even say kinky or depraved; but you can think what you like, and I will just tell my story. I am not trying to say all the rest of you are wrong and I am right; it is just right for me, the way I live my life. I hope you enjoy my story.

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This is a tale from my younger days, when I was in the 6th form. I was 18 and studying my second year at Advanced or 'A' level. I was studying English, Chemistry and PE, so I kept in shape, both physically and mentally. For the courses we did, there were three teachers in every subject, but each particular subject was taught by a combination of two of these teachers. My favourite subject was English, particularly with Mrs Green. She was in her late 30's and had a fine figure. She was about a size 12, with nice curves, all in the right places.

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I fell in love watching you shower, you know. I've done it so often I know your routine off by heart. I know how shy you are and how you shriek when you catch me watching. I always hated the see-through shower doors until the first time I saw you through them, now I wouldn't trade them for anything.

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All I could see were mirrors, yet the voice resounded in the room. I could hear a woman speaking to me. She'd tell me to walk in one direction, yet I wouldn't be able to get past myself, my own image. Offering words of encouragement, she tolerated my inability to overcome my own obstacles.

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My wife, Melissa, is amazing. She is fun to talk to, really smart, and on top of that, she is smoking hot. I met Melissa during my third year of college. It was Melissa's first year, and she was letting loose. Our exclusive relationship didn't start until late in my fourth year. When I met her, she wasn't looking to be in a relationship. She wanted to experience as much of college as she could.

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It was obvious that both Steve and I were both comfortable with the ground rules for our encounters changing, during our last adventure with Tracy I had encouraged Steve to break our 'no penetration' rule by actually taking charge of his cock and easing it between Tracy's wet swollen lips with my own fingers.

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The neighborhood seemed neat, quiet, and well-established, a lot like Bette herself. The little apartment building fit the surroundings comfortably. I checked my directions one more time, and found her door, number three. I noted the silly coincidence -- this was to be the third time we'd been together. As I raised my hand to knock on the door, I noticed that my mouth had gone to cotton, like a nervous teenager. I guess you never outgrow some things. (I hope not!)

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Out of all the social functions I attended each year my favorite by far was Caroline Carson's annual summer kickoff party, held every June at her twelve room plantation home on the river. Caroline's parties were legendary in savannah's social circles; she picked the guests personally for each party.

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Part I The doors to the elevator close and we begin our long ride to the 25th floor. We're holding hands and you snuggle up to my shoulder. On impulse, you stand on your tip toes and kiss me on the ear. I turn and smile at you. You smile back. Again you reach up and kiss my ear, this time your tongue darts out and flicks at my ear lobe. I shudder and say, "Hey! What are you doing?" You just giggle in response.

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