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To say I was depressed as my 30th birthday approached was a mild understatement, I felt as if there was so many things I had not done. I had gotten married when I was eighteen and my husband was only my second lover and also the second time I had ever had sex, the first being a quick grope when I was sixteen.

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Her eyes popped open as she jumped up quickly. She moved her muscles, trained and unthinking, over to the dresser. Just as she turned the alarm off, she completely woke up and realized what day it was. The clock on the bedroom dresser read 10:30 am, Saturday, October 6th. It was exactly 3 days before her lover's birthday and 23 days before her own. She had a treat in store that would make this one of the most memorable birthdays for them both.

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This happened a few years ago. At the time I had a boyfriend, Dave, and we were quite sexually active. As we had sex whenever we got the opportunity. Dave was about a year older than me a little under six foot and quite muscular. I was very attracted to him but I wasn't really in love with him. It was coming up to Dave's birthday and I had a special present planned for him.

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I guess you never know what is going to happen to you, whether it be good or bad, until it happens. This is my story, and I do hope you enjoy it. In the fall of 1995, still pretty young and going out a lot and having a great time, I happened to attend a fairly boring party at a friend's house. She was a very good friend so I couldn't let her down by declining her invitation.

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“That was an incredible dinner,” I said as Jody leaned over my left shoulder to take my empty plate. “You’re any incredible cook, Jody.” Jody smiled and kissed the top of my head. “Why thank you, kind sir. I love having you visit. You’re a lot of fun.” Reaching past me to retrieve the plate, Jody’s perky medium-sized tits nearly brushed the side of my head. I couldn’t help but gaze at them with unveiled admiration. Like the rest of us, Jody was casually decked out in a pair of shorts and a loose tank top.

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A couple of weeks ago my wife and I settled down to a quiet night in with a couple of videos and some wine. The rain had been lashing at the windows all day and had just turned to snow. Every so often, I would get up and have a look though the curtains to see how bad the weather was. "It looks pretty rough out there," I said to Susan. "I'm glad I'm in here and not stuck out there," I added.

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I'm a well to do 56 year old professional. My home is very nice and nearly paid for. I'm not married anymore, but not by choice. My wife of 32 years, Sherry, was in the wrong place at the wrong time while riding her motorcycle out in the countryside one day. Some kids came hauling-ass out of a grove and pulled right across her path. Thankfully, she died instantly in the accident. I miss her company very much, but I'm not a lonely kind of guy.

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There, everything is ready and as the doorbell rings, I finished just in time. I open the door to find my sexy woman leaning against the frame, looking very sensuous. "How can I help you?" I ask coyly, playing along with her. She laid her hand upon my chest pushing me back into the house firmly though not too hard. "I can think of many ways you can help me, Mister. The first entails taking that sexy body and holding it against me." she said in her most sultry voice.

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That Night Life was good, Alicia thought as she tugged the zippered front of her black top halfway down to her navel. The action revealed most of her large tits and another tug promised to release them completely. Her red-hot figure and wavy light brown hair were all part of her persona. So were the short, pleated skirt and knee-high boots that would make a holy man think 'sex.' She looked like a wet dream and her job as a DJ in the small London nightclub not only gave her access to the City's club scene, it hooked her up with a seemingly unlimited supply of young, liberated guys.

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Foreword Funny thing, the Internet. Use it every day to research work, check the weather, read the news, catch up with friends. Shop. And, when a sterile—if affectionate—marriage is ending, I use it to see what kind of other men might be out there. If I'm 44 and single again, what are my chances? I mean, I live in the Bay Area, across the water from San Francisco, so many of them are gay...will I end up unwillingly celibate?

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