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I took a cold Coke out of the plastic cooler. It was Friday afternoon in the southwestern desert, and I was alone in the company training area finishing up the paperwork. The younger sergeants had left long ago, heading for cold beer, air conditioning, and the NCO club if not some bar downtown.

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It really wasn't my plan to go to the family reunion, let alone having to sleep over at my aunt and uncle's house. I guess that I can't blame Mom and Dad for making me come along, especially after coming home drunk and obnoxious last weekend. They're still pissed off about that. I'm certainly old enough to stay home alone though, but they say they can't trust me right now. Nineteen years old and forced to tag along with my parents to a lame, out of town family reunion... How humiliating!

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Oliver got the shock of his life when he woke up one morning. He found that his wife had walked out on him. A short note lay on the kitchen table telling him that she would not be coming back. And Oliver had no idea that she had been unhappy with their marriage. After he got over the shock he tried to get on with his life. The thing he found hardest was the lack of sex.

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"So Rotham, how goes married life?" Maxwell, the Duke of Rotham, slowly turned in his seat and gave the man an insolent grin. "It goes well, thus far. But, the honeymoon is just over." "Never figured you'd ever take the plunge, to be blunt. Especially considering you're a man that kept a harem at one point in time." Steven Crowley cackled.

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My wife and I had enjoyed a normal sex life throughout the early years of our marriage. While sex did take a back seat to the normal family problems of raising a family we had enjoyed many erotic evenings together, albeit mostly on Friday nights. After our kids had moved on to their own lives we suddenly had more time for each other resulting in many more erotic evenings in the sack. Part of that process of improvement was our newfound ability to confide in each other about erotic thoughts long kept secret.

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I stopped swimming through the fluffy blackness of sleep. Yup. Time to wake up. The black took on a warm, deep tone, changing from the surreal darkness of dreamland to the darkness created by closed eyelids. I lay in that darkness and smiled to myself. Life felt very good. I took a deep breath.

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Dear Jane, I got your letter - it was wonderful! I'm so happy that you liked my story about me and Monika, and I loved yours. Honestly, it got me more excited than anything I've read for ages, and I'm looking forward to hearing more about you and Penny some other time. Talk about a small world.

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To call the private studio of the Dominatrix a dungeon would, for the fortunate, earn only her contempt. Eschewing the contrivances of male sadomasochistic fantasies, the walls were painted a passionless shade of gray-green, the oak floor polished to the luster of ancient gold, and the sole window decorated with an embroidered ivory curtain, now closed.

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My tongue is about an inch from Nicky’s asshole. It’s such a nasty sight. The dildo is poised. It smells of my pussy, which was where it was on the journey here. That was the last thing Nicky did when we left the house. She pushed me up against the wall, produced a dildo out of fucking nowhere, and shoved it up my cunt.

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After two years of community college in my home town I moved 150 miles away to attend a large university. I'd been busy settling in and getting started in my classes and hadn't really had a chance to meet anybody. It made for some lonely times. Rather than sit around and feel sorry for myself, I flipped through the yellow pages determined to find something fun to do on a Saturday night.

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