Sweet warm spring air blew through the open window as I drove in Rural North Carolina. Everywhere flowers, trees, and shrubs were in bloom, the air smelled so sweet that I almost hyperventilated smelling it. Close by I glimpsed the river I was trying to get to, but "No Trespassing" signs had me stopped.
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The swinging scene has changed a lot in recent times but Anthony's contact group remains much the same. For 20 years it seems to have stood still in time. He organises regular get-togethers and he keeps it exclusive. An invitation requires a personal recommendation. Even then, Anthony may want to talk to you himself to decide if you are suitable. Discretion and security are the by-words. If it was any different, I wouldn't be there; it would be just too risky for me.
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I have never in my life ever had any kind of sexual feelings for other men. That is until this one time when a situation presented itself to me and I, without much hesitation, jumped right in. Neither of us was prepared for it. But it turned out to be one of the most intense sexual experiences I ever felt.
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"Taxi! Taxi!"
Sabrina Kelley waved her hand furiously as the icy Manhattan wind whipped through and around her bones.
The New York skyline was rapidly approaching dusk and the evening forecast predicted a heavy round of snowfall in just a matter of hours. Though there was no one there to greet her or make her feel at home, Sabrina desperately wanted to make it back to her hotel room before the bad weather began.
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Annabelle's cotton sheets have ducks on them. They're not made of as nice of a material as the satin I'm laying on now, but the ducks are so cute and so her. I can imagine Annabelle's face when she'd determined that I stood her up on New Year's Eve. I feel so horrible and so cold.
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I'd love to say that it started out innocently enough, but there really wasn't anything innocent about it. I had been working as a software trainer for a small computer consulting company in Georgia, and my job was to train the clients on the computer systems that we sold them.
One of those clients was a group of people from an industrial machinery company. Among the people in this group was a secretary who was undeniably cute.
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The phone rings. It is Christa, my friend Danny's wife, "Hi Frank...Danny has just left to pick you up."
"OK Christa, Starr has the rental car and should get to you within the hour. I gave her some extra money so the two of you can run into Louisville, get some new clothes and the toys we will need. See you there."
The plan was working. I had, even though it was his birthday weekend, conned Danny into to driving me down to Lexington for the Glock Shoot.
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The smell of bacon woke me; or rather, the surprise of smelling bacon first thing in the morning woke me. Without opening my eyes, I knew that Colin wasn't in bed with me. Which meant that Colin, the man who never cooks anything outside of the microwave, was in the kitchen making breakfast. Burrowing deep under the covers, I decided to stay in bed and take full advantage of this sudden domestication. It didn't take long for me to doze back off.
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I slipped my shoes on and nodded in response to her questioning look, telling her silently that I was ready to go with her.
"Pick up your underwear and come with me, Pet."
I opened the flap on the small bag I was carrying, but she stopped me with a glance. "Pick them up. Don't put them away. Carry them loosely, so they show."
She led me to the door of the restaurant, my panties dangling from my fingers as we went.
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The door opened before the third knock. She must have been standing there waiting. The thought warms me as I look into her pale cream face. Her skin is smooth and spotless except for the tiny freckle under her left eye. Liquid aquamarine eyes hold my gaze as my fingers brush softly up her defined cheek bone. I drag my fingers through her silky smooth onyx hair and cup the back of her head in my hand.
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