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"Look, they really are the same, isn't that cool?" Listening from the hallway, I could hear Maya's voice in the bathroom with my girlfriend, Lyn. I stopped cold and listened as once again Maya was comparing her breasts with Lyn's. The bathroom door was not closed and I could just see, through the space between the door and the frame, the sweet curve of Maya's breasts.

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Pat dressed up for Halloween like I had never seen. She was a cross between a sexy Hooter’s cheerleader and a 100% slut. Starting from the bottom of her lovely legs, she had on a pair of white sneakers; her legs were bare with just a tan and so smooth and toned. The cheerleader shirt was Hooter’s orange and white and it was shorter than any cheerleader’s skirt I’d even seen.

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Amy stormed into her dorm room and threw her books on her desk. "Damnit, I'm freaking failing this class!" Her roommate Carey looked up at her, wide eyed, from her computer. "What class is it?" she asked, eyeing her rather angry friend. "Stupid Computer Science! I fucking hate it, but I need the stupid credit!" Amy snarled, her voice sharp.

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It was the alcohol that made the difference. Not that Steph really needed an excuse. The way she danced with carefree abandon held her male audience spellbound. Her best friend, Mel, danced with her. Both girls were fully aware of the effect their routine was having on the five men that watching them with hungry intensity.

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My wife and I had been going through a bit of a rough spell lately. Karen and I were not having marriage issues, just issues in the bedroom. We needed to spice things up a little bit. I'm not blaming either one of us for these issues in bed; it was just that after a few years, things can get a little routine if you know what I mean.

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I had left New Haven early in the morning to take my sister's BMW to her in Little Rock. By the time I was halfway through Tennessee it was late and I was exhausted. I pulled into a twenty-four hour department store which will remain nameless (I'm not having a bunch of Arkansas lawyers coming after me). I had heard that travelers and truckers sometimes sleep in their parking lots, although the company discourages it.

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This is a story of how my life was forever changed. It is a story of sex and bondage, and how I became a willing participant. I was visiting family in Panama and had about a month's vacation. Along the Canal Zone there is a thriving area of nightclubs and bars. There is also a great deal of prostitutes and other forms of vice.

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This was my wife's idea, and I'm not really sure where it's going. I'm standing awkwardly next to a guy I know kinda casually, but just recently learned a lot more about. I already knew he was a few inches taller than me, but I just learned that he's a few inches longer, too. Were both naked, and our wives are rubbing mineral oil on our backs.

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Every once in awhile I'll enter one of those contests you see in a store or in a magazine. You know the kind, the ones basically designed to entice you into entering just so they can get your phone number or email address and hound you to death with sales offers. I happened to be shopping for groceries on a cold, snowy, January evening when I spotted the advertisement box for one of these contests.

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We were four tired neighbors. Of course we were -- we all had kids. Only this night the kids were on a sleep-over. Elsewhere! Yay!! So we four had a potluck supper over at their house. It was very informal. My beloved wife Ginny, a tiny Chinese woman with long black hair and small firm tits, contributed some home-made mac-and-cheese (Ok, so her grandparents were Chinese and she's from Ohio).

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