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Cori strode naked through the club and took her seat at the bar. Picking up her glass, she looked at her husband with a smile. "Lost again?"He asked. "Depends on how you look at it,"she replied after a sip of her drink. "I'm naked, but his cock is hard enough to use as a pool cue." Dan laughed as his wife shook her long blonde hair from her shoulder. "You always lose your clothes. You never could shoot pool and you know it."

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My wife and I have been married for almost two decades and have been swinging for most of them. We used to get each other hot by reading Penthouse letters to each other. In our first home together, Stacey would often lay out with a friend while I was at work and they would also read these stories to each other. Fiction led to reality and we eventually had our first swinging experience with her girlfriend and another friend.

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Eyes full of sleep, Julie picked her watch up from the bedside table. It was just after 8. Familiar noises suggested Dan was already up as usual. She heard the muffled click of their door being pulled to and guessed he was heading off on his Saturday morning run with Craig and Brian. A tap shortly after on the next unit's door and Craig's quiet goodbye to his girlfriend confirmed she was right.

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Strev and Paul had been friends many years dating back to their school days. Strev was a nick name he'd inherited when he was a child by his school friends; it was shortened from Strevonovich, his given family name inherited from his European roots. Living close to each other, the two boys went through school together and remained friends after entering the workforce. At the age of nineteen, a restless Strev headed overseas and travelled through Europe for a few years before settling down at a Kibbutz in Israel for a while.

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Given the choice between a young, hot, ravenous stud and an older gentleman, simmering in passionate wisdom and experience, my preference will always be without a single doubt the old man. I often wonder if men realize that while a woman is walking down a street being appreciated for her eye catching silhouette, offering them a break in the usual nothing to get excited about scenery, that she may be doing a little appreciating of her own.

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In hindsight, my divorce, combined with a new start in a new city, had probably left me somewhat emotionally vulnerable by the time I first met Lisa and her husband, Cameron. But whether or not that vulnerability was in some part responsible for the nature of our encounter, I'm not sure. In the end, I'm just glad it happened.

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I had been trying to write a Great American novel for years but had only succeed in writing an episodic tale of a town, an episodic tale of a singer, and a convoluted science fiction story. My agents found online publishers for each but not print publishers. My agents were a lesbian couple that would kindly be described as colorful. I described them as batty.

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My wife had been bugging me to take her out dancing for quite a while. I finally gave in and we headed to one of the local nightclubs. Usually I would rather sit, drink and be merry instead of dancing. We chose a good night. The rock band that was there, was really rocking. The dance floor was quite crowded. After I got a few drinks in me, I obliged her with a dance. As the song ended, I headed for the bar to get another jack and coke.

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MATURE HEDDA IS PREGNANT I attended a clinic for football coaches for three days in Orlando and returned home well after midnight; Hedda, my lover, was asleep and I did not want to wake her up. On the first morning of spring break, I smelled coffee as I got out of bed late; it meant Hedda was up. After a quick shower and drinking a cup of coffee, I went to the living room to find Hedda reclined on a sofa and talking on the cell phone. She had on a black, translucent, mesh, crotch-less, body stocking.

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It had been a terribly long and tiresome day of shopping at the mall, trying to take care of all of the Christmas presents that I had left 'til the last minute. Having just hauled all the packages out to my car, I decided impetuously that I too deserved a present for myself, so I headed back into the mall with only a half hour to go until closing time. As I walked from the car to the shopper's entrance, a few light snowflakes dusted my jacket and tickled my nose... it was the first snow of the year, just in time for the big day.

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