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To this day I can not believe what happened to me. I have never told a soul and I never even went back to where I had worked, not even to get my stuff. In fact, it took me about a week to clean myself so that I could leave my apartment. My name is Sara. I’m a mix between Vietnamese/Cambodian and French. My mother, who was french, worked with a group of international peacekeepers and succumbed to what is called ‘disaster sex’ after a flood disaster had killed about 3,500 people.

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You had left me in the early afternoon and instructed me to wear something nice for dinner. You wanted to have dinner at home tonight, and with a wink, said you would bring home dessert. Then with a loving kiss, you walked out. I stretched my body, relishing the ghost of your caress. I love you so. After a hot shower and nice powder, I dressed in my delicate white lace bra and panties, and over this, my green slip dress. It was warm, so I wore no stockings and slipped into strappy, low-heeled sandals.

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It was one of those casual mid week deals. Our new neighbors had gotten settled and invited us over for a glass of wine and conversation one Wednesday evening. We met them a month or so earlier at a house warming and ever since been exchanging what we call "The Neighborhood Benediction", those drive by waves and smiles we all exchange around here. Of course I had a few conversations with Andy – the male member of the household – as we took care of outdoor chores, and found him interesting and likeable.

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Here’s another story from the diary, I’m amazed when I read through things at some of the things I’ve done. I’ve forgotten about some and well others you just can’t forget. I’ve kept a diary since I was around thirteen. I kept them locked away for years. I was putting another one in the attic when I decided to page through some of the older ones. That’s when I got the idea of maybe writing some of them up to post here.

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It was early afternoon, and it had been a quiet day. I had gotten a few things from the shops and done some things in the garden. Staff party tonight. Christ, I can't be arsed. All that brown nosing. I'll have to stand with the boss, and he won't be listening to a word I say. He'll just be leering at my wife, Jane. She copes well with it, but I know she hates it. We're both in our late thirties now. There was a time in our 20s it would have been funny. We would have laughed about it. But now? He's a lecherous old man in his mid-fifties and it's just sad and very annoying.

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Carol had been teasing me all day – not a verbal kind of teasing, but teasing of a more exquisite, physical kind that had me fraught with desperation. Teasing that had me lusting for her. She had begun with her smutty talk, guaranteed to light the fuse of my desire. I loved it when Carol talked dirty; she always gave the impression that she was unapproachable, she possessed a somewhat aloof air, but I knew the real woman, I knew the true depths to which she could sink.

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Maybe it's a hold over from ten thousand years ago when animals gathered together as fall turned into winter. For what ever reason it has held that the fall is the start of the social season for the human species as well. It was a ritual for me to step out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around my head. Kenny would be there naked on the bed with his strong hard cock in hand. He would say "Wilda you are so fucking sexy.

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Marisa found the pub easily. The place had been described to her by one of her internet connections who knew of her propensity towards sluttish behaviour. He had suggested that if ever she visited England on business, a short trip off the beaten tourist track might be in order. The pub was in a well known British army garrison town, a place frequented almost solely by paratroopers, their reputation as wild men was well earned and Marisa had reasoned that these men would be able to give her just what she loved most, hard cock and plenty of it.

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Kit was in the yard, scooping out the pool in her pretty blue and pink floral bikini when she heard Nathan calling out to let her know that his two best mates had dropped over for a BBQ. Kit walked up to say hello, she knew them both really well from their former playing days at the Rugby League Football Club where she worked for the CEO and as very close friends and teammates of Nathan's. She considered them to be her friends as well.

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My name is Erin. I am proud to say that I am the first female Event Co-coordinator at our fair city's sports arena. It's a big deal to me, because I grew up around the arena watching my father work the Zamboni machine during hockey games here. Let me tell you about something interesting that happened to me a short time back.

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