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It's the end of the evening and we find ourselves in a luxurious hotel bar, it's late, the lights are low and we've been drinking, you've been unable to keep your hands off me all night and I've been teasing you with promises of what's to come. I chose my outfit carefully; a black lace body with a plunging neckline that exposes just the right amount of cleavage, a sequined skirt which skims my hips allowing for easy access and black patent heels that make my legs go on forever.

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She may not be a virgin, but at this particular moment, Cyrene definitely felt it. What her friend had been thinking, bring her to a place like this she will never know. All around her were people doing, in some form or another, the most sinful acts of fornication she had ever witnessed. It was like a sexual show-and-tell, with everyone watching and joining in on everyone else's show.

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Heather and Jack had invited us over to their place for dinner. The Wilsons were a bit younger than Laurie and I, but we were close enough in age that it wasn't a big deal. We'd never asked, but I'd guess both Heather and Jack were in their mid 30's. The four of us had met through mutual friends and soon became friends ourselves, taking in some movies and attending quite a few parties together.

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Jamie had been working for a few weeks with a local insurance agent while he was on a break from college. He spent most the days just answering phones and doing some filing for him. Jamie's days were boring with all the exception of when his bosses wife came in to visit. The insurance agent was a long time family friend and was in need of help since his daughter who used to work for him had just left for college so he was more then happy to help out.

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Skyler pulled the truck over to the side of the gravel road and stepped out. He didn't have much of a cell signal to begin with, and he knew it was worse inside the truck. The call went through, and his father answered in a weary voice, "Hello?"

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Well, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open. Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she responded with a weary grin of her own.

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Alyssa leaned against the counter and took a small sip of the deep red wine in her glass, savouring the flavour on her tongue before swallowing with a tiny sigh of appreciation. It was a Saturday night; the hectic pace of the past work week was well behind her, and the next one was far enough away still that she wasn't bothered by it quite yet, so she was deeply in relax-mode. At the moment she was listening absently as her husband, Ben, recounted a humorous story for their dinner guests, her best friend Nick and his wife Jane.

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Delilah was filled with excitement. She knew John would be waiting for her already at the airport. She had wanted to get there before he landed, but she had been delayed at work. All day she had been daydreaming about John and what she could do to make his return tonight something special. She hated it when he went away on business. Three days seemed an eternity when he was gone.

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“Okay guys. It’s time to finish what you’re doing and start tidying up.” I called to the six young guys in my decorating class. “Conner, I’m going to the staff room to get changed, so you’re in charge. No messing around, you lot! I need to be out of here in 30 minutes.” I’m a part-time leader for a Community Programme. The kids (usually 18 to 20 year olds) come to us for six months at a time to learn basic skills like joinery, brick laying, mechanics, or, in my case decorating.

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Five foot two, light brown hair, hazel eyes. That was Dawn. She was also one hundred twenty pounds, firm bodied, and shapely. A bit of a tomboy, she refused to shave her legs or pussy, but with really fine hair it didn't matter. We were out on my boat; The Dancer. It was mid-August, nicely hot on Puget Sound, and we were on a light reach heading for Quartermaster Harbor. The wind was only a couple knots and boat speed was half that.

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