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The morning news from CNN bounced off my subconscious while I made coffee. (CNN)'....North Korea rattling sabre again....' I don't know WHY I was making coffee, other than it was a habit I'd picked up in the 15 years of my now-failing marriage to John Anderson. (CNN)'....Corrupt New Jersey cop sought in slaying....' I'd never enjoyed the bitter taste of coffee, only the smell.

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"So you're saying you would have absolutely no problem with that?" I asked as I set my iced tea down on the table, completely shocked. "All I'm saying is that I think the female body is a beautiful thing," Marisa responded. "Why would making love to another woman bother me?" She paused a moment to gauge my response. "Besides," she began with a sexy little smile, "who says I haven't already done it?"

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I had been back at work on Monday, but Blake didn't act as if anything had happened. I guess I should explain. I had tricked Blake into taking me with him on one of his business trips by telling him that the escort service couldn't provide anyone and I volunteered to go instead. I expected to do whatever I could to secure a renewal of the contract and make him proud of me.

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This is a story about something that happened to me about two years ago. I was living in Chicago with my two roommates – Mary and Anne. We were young professionals with good jobs living in a great apartment in Lincoln Park. I worked as an accountant for a major firm downtown. I had a boyfriend, Jeremy, and we had a lot of fun – not to mention great sex.

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**Author's Note: This story contains some bondage elements. I've never been into that sort of thing, and I've never been to a club, or even read a book about it. All I have is daydreams and porn. So, if I got things mixed around in my fictional club, yes, it's my fault. No, I'm not into it enough to try it myself. Yes, I'm a coward. But, I liked the setting and scenario, so here it is. If you're not into kinky sex stories involving group sex in a semi-public forum, scram. If you're underage, or if any other factor would make it illegal for you to read this, please leave. Other than that, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for all the votes and comments. Please tell me what you think.

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Dutch came first. It was a particularly busy and boisterous night in the Dick Hut, tucked in the back shadows of an alley off the Nuuanu Stream in the heart of Honolulu's red light district. The sign over the door actually said "Richard's," but that's not what everyone called it. Naval ships were in harbor, more than ninety of them, I was told, and all of Oahu was abuzz at the rumbling of war, with the Japs getting more belligerent with each passing day.

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Nervous! He asks me if I'm nervous. Of course I'm nervous! Wouldn't you be? "A little, Kevin," I tell my husband. "But you're going to go through with it, right?" "Probably," I admit. If he only knew. I can't wait for this, for the past two weeks I've thought of little else. Affairs are one thing, this will be something altogether different, it seems to me.

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I was beat. The plane had been delayed, the luggage lost and the boarding passengers rude and hoity. The trip was suppose to be a time for getting away, for forgetting about my present life for a little while and fly head first into a week of relaxation, fun and adventure. I had never left the kids and husband for longer than a weekend. I told my husband that one day, when the kids were up there in age, I would be the one leaving for awhile and would be pampering myself because nobody else would. He laughed then and said "sure hon, whatever makes ya happy".

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I walked thorough the lobby of the hotel, wondering if the fact that I was a complete slut and slave to your every whim was apparent to all who saw me. Did it show through my casual clothing and downcast eyes? The concierge has sneered at me and tried to look down my blouse when I asked for the other key to your room.

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There is never time for even kisses once the door is closed and the helmets are unstrapped and off. I know exactly what must happen, there can be no prevarication, no need to dance around it; not with the invisible force flowing between us, around us, inside of us, all through us. Gloves are pulled off and he unbuckles the straps and parts the studs on our leather jackets.

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