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Laurie picked me up Saturday morning for our trip down to Waco to the car show. It was about an hour and a half drive from Dallas. We drove down I-35, moving right along with traffic. Laurie loved driving her little PT Cruiser. Despite the fact that she was deaf, she was a very good driver. At least, Laurie never played with the radio or talked on a cell phone like a lot of drivers.

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The events of this story happened at least thirty years ago. I lived in Virginia at the time in an apartment complex made up of about a dozen buildings of eight apartments each with each two apartments sharing a common stoop. The residents of the building in which I lived were all very nice people and besides myself and another guy were all married couples. Most evenings would find several, if not all of the residents sitting in the front of the building talking, drinking beer or wine and generally having a good time.

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She sat cross-legged on the ground with the large book in her lap, her palms up on either side. Her head tilted upwards toward the cloudy night, he watched in stunned silence as her chest rose and fell and the clouds parted to reveal the subtle light of the blood moon. As is typical of harvest time it was large and round tinted with the rusty color of the fallen leaves. She rose, letting the book fall to the grass, keeping her palms upwards she moved her arms up toward the glowing sphere above them. He watched intently as her lips moved, breathing the seductive whispers of the ancient art.

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Wearing nothing except a fur coat, Cassie walked into the bedroom. Brian was tied spread-eagled to the bed. The excitement in his eyes was matched only by the rock hard erection that he was displaying. This was his fantasy. For their anniversary they had decided to give each other their chosen sexual fantasy. Brian had always longed to try bondage, and he had at last been brave enough to suggest it.

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It was nine o'clock and I had just gotten out of the shower when my cell phone rang. I saw that it was my friend, Brent, and answered, "Yo, Kimosabe. What's up?" "Man, get your ass down to the club! I have two freaky ass chicks on the line and I need your help!" Now, the last time Brent called me about his super finds, it was disastrous. So, I was very cautious when I responded, "Dude, I haven't forgotten the last time......." I never got a chance to say any more when he interrupted me.

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"You don't think I'm a slut now, do you?" She asked, looking up from the picture. With her bright green hair and the sour-apple sucker in her mouth, she looked like a character from a bad anime. I couldn't help but wonder why she had shown me the pictures. Was there....? She nudged me with her hip and brought me out of my musing. "Well, do you?" She asked. "No....no honey. I don't think you are a slut." I said, shocking myself at how smooth and even my voice was.

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The red-headed man blew the whistle around his neck, and everyone's attention turned to him. He was balding and bearded, and a little overweight, but his bright blue eyes twinkled merrily. Other than the whistle, he was wearing only a pair of tennis shoes, and he carried a clipboard. "OK, then! The teams are assembled, let the games begin. We who are about to cum salute you! The first event is the wheel-barrow race.

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Most of Matt's friends went to Lauderdale, or Daytona, or somewhere typical for Spring Break, looking to abandon themselves in the slick, sunscreen- and alcohol-laced musk of ten thousand horny college kids in a space too small to contain them. Matt had another plan, though--he'd head down to the smaller towns, along the Atlantic Coast. Just as much sex in the air, but better parking. I suppose, he thought, I shouldn't complain. The mile markers whipped by as Rachel goosed the accelerator on the old Chevy wagon.

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I am a 32 y/o white male, single, living in Sacramento, California. Every since I was a teenager, I've had a thing for older women. I had my first sexual experience with an older woman when I was 19. She was 45. I've been hooked ever since. Although I date several women my own age, I always seem to have an older girl friend as well. About 6 months ago, I moved into a new apartment, and I got the opportunity to really indulge myself in this regard. Let me explain.

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It's fair to say that Sue and I were close, possibly even closer than sisters. We'd been friends since we were 9 or 10 and 15 odd years later we were still inseparable. In fact the events of the last year had made us even closer still. I'd been shocked when Sue had announced she was getting married. I understand her reasons now. The fact that Keith's a really nice guy was probably the least of them! But three years ago, if you'd asked me, I'd've said that Sue was the last person who would settle down to a life of domestic bliss.

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