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We had been lovers for at least six months. I loved his demanding passion, and he clearly loved my neediness. We usually fell into each others arms the moment he walked through the door, and most of the time we were screwing long before we made it to the bedroom. The sofa and chairs in the living room, the floor in every room, kitchen table, washing machine, shower, bathroom sink...we landed on whatever was closest.

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"Oh my God" I thought as I drank in the sight of her. She was wearing a long red, silky nightgown, her breasts framed by white lace edging, her nipples standing erect, apparent through the flimsy material. The light was low in her bedroom, but I consumed every detail of her, storing the memory. This was a once in a lifetime experience. Long blonde hair, classical, beautiful, sharp features. Bright blue eyes.

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There was this blond woman who worked in my office, Jennifer. She was small—-five-two-—but with proportionately curvy C-cup tits, a solid little ass, and shapely legs that could run a seven-minute-mile. She was five years younger than me—-just 25—-and while she didn't work directly for me, she was under me—-apparently in more ways than one.

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As is often the case, one small thing set about a chain of events. One of my friends made an offhanded remark about taking it up the ass. I thought she was joking at first, but when I followed up with questions, she told me that she lets her husband do it to her occasionally, and they both really like it. The whole idea of having something shoved into my butt seemed less than enjoyable. It was a one way path in my mind. Every time my husband, Jason, had raised the subject of playing with that area, I shut him down immediately.

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Josh and I met at one of those terrible company picnics that employees are obligated to attend. He was dutifully manning a grill on the opposite side of the park and I was chugging down alcohol trying my best to be the first drunk under the pavilion. After two hours of chit-chat with co-workers that I disdain; I sat down for lunch. I found myself across from a fairly attractive man. I say fairly because, had he lost the "I Am The Cook" apron, he would have looked better.

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"I have never...had a one night stand." I lifted my glass and took a drink. Dan and Serena did likewise, smiling as they drank from their large mugs while Erin sat back and watched with a smug expression. "Okay," Dan said, wiping his mouth as he set his beer back down on the table. "My turn." We all turned our attention towards him as he stroked his chin as if trying to think of something to say.

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Standing under the hot shower, Sarah washed the days grime from her, admiring the play of the soapy water as it flowed over her young lithe body. Her hands, well soaped worked the scented lather all over. The feel of her slippery hands as they glided over her sent shivers through her. She could smell her own special scent mixing with the strawberry perfumed wash.

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It was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy)

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The hotel bar seemed to sum up how Laura felt. She was trying to control her anger and not look at her uncomfortable partner, Roger, who stared at the rustic wooden table in front of him and fussed with his nails. She looked around the dimly illuminated room and was only vaguely aware of the folk muzak selection being played through incongruous speakers spaced around the walls. The faux Olde Englishe beamed tavern effect was completed by roughly plastered walls, prints of hunting scenes and neatly arranged horse brasses on leather straps. All purely for decoration.

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Janet smoothed the dark blue silk of the nightgown over the swell of her breasts and examined her reflection nervously. She had sent James for a walk, while she had a long, luxurious, bath and got ready for bed. James had looked puzzled for a moment and then kissed her gently, longingly, before he stepped through the door.

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