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Sally was petrified. She sat on the side of the bed slowly pulling the nylon stocking up her leg, she fastened it to the suspender belt and stood up she checked to make sure that they both were the same length before stepping into her skirt. She zipped it up at the back and looked in the mirror. Her face was as white as a sheet and her heart was pumping faster than ever.

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Kylie Williams got to wear the white lace wedding dress of her dreams. The one with the pretty veil and the long train. She got to have her best friend, Vanessa, be her maid of honor and she got her other 3 best girlfriends to be bridesmaids. She got to put her pretty, long blonde hair up and have her makeup done in a professional salon while her mother wept and told her how beautiful she looked.

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As Linda there on her bed, her mind began to wander. She had just gotten home from work, and had decided to lie down for a few minutes before starting dinner. And as she laid there, she started thinking about an amazing massage that she had gotten a few days ago, and the incredibly beautiful woman who had given it to her. This Lady Masseuse was new at the gym, and her name was Tina (or at least that was what it said on her name tag).

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After years of carrying around our clunky old cell phones, Sara and I finally knuckled under and bought some of the new trendy little gadgets with cameras, games, and all that fun stuff. Little did we know what such a mundane transaction would lead to. We'd had the new phones for about six weeks when I went on a business trip for a couple of nights. I travel often and one of the things we love to do when I'm on the road is engage in some spirited phone sex.

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I stood in front of my Dad, head hanging in shame. In my senior year of high school, just about to graduate, I still lived at home and probably would all through college and until I got a good job. And during all that time, Daddy would control me. Today, I was in serious trouble.

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The night was your friend. It was always important to remember that. The night was your friend because in it you were dominant. In it you had the control, the power and the mastery. The night was your friend because you made it the enemy of those who deserved to be your enemy. It was a mantra that The Wight repeated to herself regularly, and not least before starting a patrol.

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Even with the air conditioner on, the sweltering heat outside had John sweating. And it was close to bedtime, but Texas heat wouldn't let up until several months later, if the state was lucky. "How did I know you were here?" John turned to see Madison standing in the doorway.

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I couldn’t believe that this was happening. It all started as an innocent bet. Of course, I had lost. Because of a stupid tipped ball in the endzone, I, Cliff Bartum, Mrs. Bartum’s baby boy, was on my hands and knees between my roommate’s, Aaron’s, legs. Because I lost the bet, I was supposed to be Aaron’s slave for the week. (I know it was stupid, but I was cocky and my team was up by 14 points in the 4 quarter at the time.)

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"Mmmm..." I purr as I raise my hands above my head stretching my rib cage and stomach. I feel my breasts shift upwards towards my face and jiggle slightly as I come back to rest on my back. I can hear the swirling and breaking of the water as it crashes against the sides of the boat, the slight rocking as we move with the waves. My whole body feels warm from the sun beating down on us, behind my eyelids the light is poker hot red and I can detect a slight heartbeat behind my lids.

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It was about a week ago, I was relaxing in my favorite chair watching the college football. My wife was a little more smitten than she is normally. She was also dressed a little bit sexier than normal. Nothing fancy but tight jeans, make up, hair and nails fixed up. She looked real good, but I hadn't gotten to really watch a game most of the season so I was looking forward to just relaxing in front of the TV.

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