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I've wanted to do this for a long time but before I get into it, just a bit of background first. Whenever I sleep over my boyfriend's house, I usually wake up first. You know, I'm just never as comfortable and relaxed as when I'm in my own bed. Anyway, no matter whether we had a night of really good sex or even none at all, he's always got a hard on in the morning.

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Ramsay closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and unzipped her jacket. Her mother would have never let her leave the apartment had she seen how her daughter was dressed. The snug, low-cut camisole didn't quite conceal her lacy black bra; the hem of her plaid skirt fell several inches above her knees. Her black patent stilettos were decidedly of the "fuck me" variety. Ramsay peered down at her ample cleavage, watched it rise and fall as she struggled to catch her breath.

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She lay, elbow on the bed, head propped on her hand looking down at him. It was impossible, and yet it had happened. Here was the living proof lying beside her and the sperm she could feel in her vagina and the bed redolent of their coupling. He was asleep now and she reached out and touched his light brown hair as if to reassure herself that he really was there. Then she touched his penis, still warm, wet and sticky with their mingled fluids.

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The alarm brought me awake with a jolt. I wasn't ready to be waken up yet and it showed with my reluctance to get out of bed. I lied there and listened to the radio as I contemplated getting out of bed. My thoughts drifted towards my life here in a new town. Since coming to South East Xavier High School, school days have been one adventure after another. Although it is still a chore to get up every morning and drag myself to school, once getting there, it isn't so bad.

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Chapter 1 I hadn't set out to do it. I had never thought about it or planned such a thing. It just wasn't me, it was not my thing, well it had never been until then. Something must have changed, but was it with me, was it circumstances or what?

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Marcie gave a grin at the tousled-haired, platinum blond who rubbed at sky-blue eyes that normally held at least some vague sparkle, but that presently simply reflected bone-weariness. "I hate nights," came from behind hands which hid a face of delicate bone-structure and beauty most women would be envy. "I know, Layton, but you'll get in the swing of sleep by day soon." She allowed sympathy to colour her voice.

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Jennifer looked nervously at the clock. It was exactly 30 seconds past the time it was last time she looked. The ticking of the clock was out of time with the mechanical rhythm of the double electric breast pump which only added to her growing agitation. Her engorged breasts were filled to bursting but in spite of her obvious abundance of milk, the pump was only producing a trickle.

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Friday, October 30. 9:30ish. I say "9:30ish", but really I knew it was 9:23 pm, just like it was the last time I pushed back the gauntlet on my glove to check my watch. The TV above the bar said 9:27. God – David was such a flake.

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I saw him across the room being greeted by the host. I felt the blood drain from my face. I thought for a moment I was going to faint. I was attending the exhibition of a third rate painter's work, for which, as a freelance journalist, I was to write a review for a minor local paper. I had got sick of the sugary pink and white creations, and was standing around with a cocktail called, I believe, "A Landmine." It tasted of dishwater and kerosene.

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I've had this dream several times and now find, once in a while, the dream invading my daytime thoughts. I wonder if hubby has any idea of why I suddenly descend upon him in the middle of the night. I'm led naked into a room. The blindfold they have on me is secure but not tight. I can still see a little from out underneath the bottom of the blindfold.

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