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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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Recently, my girlfriend had broken up with me, and I wasn't dealing with it very well; I wasn't even interested in sex – I just wanted sex with my ex. Some friends of mine tried to help, and they used my email account to set up an 'personals' ad on Craigslist, and needless to say, I was kind of confused when I started getting emails from people wanting to hook up. They finally confessed, and said that they had picked out a "date" for me, but I wasn't sure I was ready yet.

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There's something about reading other people's stories, I keep thinking is that real, did they really do that? It's so much hotter to read something that really happened. So I thought why not tell one of my own true stories. It happened last Christmas, after a friend's wedding. It was late and the other guests were mostly gone. We'd stayed up drinking with some Army officers, in no hurry to get back to our room in the hotel.

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It was her day. The trip to Boston without our kids was my idea, and after checking into a luxury hotel and putting a nice bottle of wine in the refrigerator, I spent the entire first day in the city with Kara, my wife, letting her shop to her heart's content. This delighted her to no end, as our little town doesn't have the shops and selection of a major city. She loved the attention I paid to her and the time I allowed for her to shop with no pressure to hurry it along. In short, she was in a great mood by the time the afternoon concluded.

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