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I didn't realise it at the time but what I am about to disclose to you was a life defining moment. A moment that I constantly refer to, a moment that defines who I am and what I do. Fundamentally it has deeply affected my sexuality and therefore all my serious adult relationships, not always beneficially.

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"Oh fuck," I cried. My index and middle fingers plunged in and out of my pussy as my thumb worked my clit. My hips bucked. I could feel my orgasm building. I thrust my fingers, deeper into my sopping cunt. I moaned with pleasure. Finally the dam burst, my body became rigid and my cum soaked my fingers.

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Part 1 "You WHAT?!" "Honey," he said, his eyes wide and pleading. He put his hands out in front of him, palms down, as if urging me to take it easy, to slow down. But I felt the world suddenly spinning out of control. He tried to grasp my shoulders. "Please... you don't..."

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Laurie sat her desk in the empty classroom attempting to get up the nerve to go through with it. Her online friend had dared her to do something naughty in her empty classroom. He wanted her to prove to him that she really was a daring, sexy lady. The thoughts of what he had dared her to do had been going through her mind all week. As she sat at her podium, or behind her desk, she had to keep crossing and uncrossing her legs.

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I don't know how long I had slept, when I was pleasantly awakened. Jennifer was softly running her hand up and down my thigh. As I awoke, I saw Jennifer's beautiful blue eyes gazing down into mine. They were sparkling with excitement. Her eyes drifted down as she drank in the sight of my nude body. Her gentle caresses continued as a look of passion and wanting started to fill her eyes. I had seen that look from many men, but never from a woman.

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My name is Emma. I was born and grew up just outside of Buffalo New York. My father worked very hard in a plant thirteen hours a day that smelted iron ore that was brought in off of the great lakes. My mother had her hands full with my seven siblings and me. I was the eldest and had just turned eighteen in 1877 when the widowed butcher of our town that was in his late thirties asked for my hand in marriage.

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Mark and Penny headed towards the hotel. Both were more excited then they let on; Penny had been given a precious gift from her husband, and now, months later, she was giving him one back. Mark had been touched that his wife wanted to live out his fantasy with him and now they were on their way to do just that. As they drove through the city, Mark thought back over the conversation that had led them to this new adventure in their lives.

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My high school reunion was coming up in a few days, and I couldn't wait. I hadn't been back to my hometown since my graduation 6 years ago, so I was really looking forward to seeing some old friends. I know what you're thinking: a 6-year reunion? Well, I'm from a small town, so the high school does all-class reunions every few years.

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My senior year in college I went with my buddy Steve to New York City to see our school play basketball against St. John's in Madison Square Gardens. On our way out after the game we ran into Margie and a girlfriend ( I don't remember her name). Margie is a secretary in New York and also our best friend Rich's girl.

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My husband and I enjoy going to Mardi Gras, now even more so than ever. The first couple of times we attended were in our hometown of Galveston and we enjoyed it a lot, although it is a pretty mild scene compared to Mardi Gras in the "Big Easy". We saw things that shocked both of us and even though we are not exactly prudes, we didn't really get into a whole lot of the sexual revelry.

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