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The weather was getting colder by the minute or at least that's the way it seemed every time they talked about it on the TV. It was snowing but not too hard YET. The forecast was calling for six or seven inches before midnight. The way it was going I would get to my cabin around seven so I should be all right. I'm thirty-one and work in Manhattan as a lawyer and have a hunting type of log cabin as a retreat up in the Maine woods.

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My name is Cindy and I've just turned eighteen last week. To begin with, my family is filthy rich. My father was usually away for extended periods; my mother preferred to circulate with her upper class, prissy acquaintances than to spend time with her children. Don, my elder brother, and I were therefore closer to our nanny than our own parents. When we were in our early teens the nanny was sacked and we were left to our own resources.

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So the lesbian feelings, the desire for other women, the bisexuality or whatever. Is it still there? Yes it is, but as they say, it comes and goes. Sometimes I will go weeks without thinking about it and at others it is in my mind constantly. Occasionally as I masturbate Emma, Jane or Amanda will be in my mind or a vision of being in bed with Kylie Minogue, Sharon Stone or kdLang will suddenly come from nowhere.

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It has seemed a really good idea at the time. Bethany had always been like Emma's adopted kid sister. Her cousin had been born when Emma was twelve, and as a young teenager Emma had delighted in playing with the toddler. When Bethany had her first day at school, Emma had taken her little cousin to the gate, to give her the confidence that even her own mummy didn't seem to instil in her. (She'd made herself late for school).

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We arrive right on time. The hostess welcomes us and escorts us inside as the valet drives off in our vehicle. She leads us into the private waiting area and offers us drinks. After pouring the drinks, she explains that our driver will arrive shortly and then excuses herself. Just as we finish our drinks, the limo arrives at the dimly lit rear entrance. Our journey into the dark, mysterious world of blind eroticism has begun.

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Sara walked into the bar, she hadn't been in one in years. After her eyes adjusted to the smoky dimness, she found her way to the bar. There was one stool open between two men. She politely asked if the seat was taken and settled onto it after the guys looked at her dumbly. Now she remembered why she quit going to bars and sitting at the bar itself, the stools just didn't fit her ample ass comfortably.

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It was Susan's first full day at college. She decided she may as well check-out the student coffee-shop and common room. She she saw her neighbor Nicole across the room, sitting amongst a group of girls. Nicole saw her at the same time and beckoned her over. As she arrived at Nicole's group, Nicole welcomed her, 'Hi Suzi, meet everyone: this is Jeanette; Sally; Jean; and, sorry I've forgot your name', 'Melonie', answered the redhead in question, shyly.

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Attending the cocktail reception welcoming the conference attendees was not at all out of the ordinary for me, as I always wanted to check them out before the opening sessions in the hopes that I might find a hot one to hook up with. In my early years of writing I had attended many such conferences as an attendee, for the past few years it had been on their dollar, as a paid speaker. I tried to do one or two of these conferences a year... picking my spots so it would be to a place I enjoyed visiting... and Newport Beach definitely ranked up there on my list of desirable places.

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We were throwing the party of the year. Me and three friends had moved into an apartment together, the first time the other three had ever lived away from their parents. I had lived by myself before, so I was used to it, but they wanted to celebrate. I've never refused an opportunity to get ridiculously wasted, so I enthusiastically helped make plans and invite people.

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My loving husband and I have had a wonderful marriage for thirty years. That’s not to say we haven’t had the typical ups and downs, from time to time. But, through it all, we’ve been faithful to our vows and have never strayed. I contend that two of the important reasons for our marital bliss are: we both have a good sense of humor and an excellent partnership in bed.

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