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I had known Casey since freshman year of high school. Damn, that was ten years ago now. We had always been the best of friends, from that day in English class when we both got in trouble for reading while the teacher was droning on. We were the nerdy rebels. Everything about her was special, to me at least.

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Luka Brenner had thought he was adjusting to his new job, new city and new place just fine. In fact he loved his new job. The hours were good, the pay was decent and he felt he was really making a good impression on his boss and colleagues. He had even made a few work friends that he sometimes grabbed lunch with or even the occasional beer after work. 

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I wanted to be taken by her. But it had to be done right. Damn it, if I was going to be fucked in the ass by my girlfriend, the least she could do was buy me dinner! We set a date. Friday night. Dinner. Drinks. Seduction. She could have her way with me, but only if she seduced me first. I got home from work first. She came home while I was in the shower.

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"It would hurt so bad." Vanessa told me. " I mean that's an out hole not an in!" "I guess." I said "But… she likes it." I finished pointing at a picture online of a blonde girl with her ass in the air and a large vibrator inside of it. "That picture probably isn't even real." She said, "You know all the shit they can do with pictures on the Internet."

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"It may be a perverted taste, but I love prostitution, and for itself, too, quite apart from its carnal aspects ... The idea of prostitution is a meeting place of so many elements - lust, bitterness, complete absence of human contact, muscular frenzy, the clink of gold - that to peer into it makes one reel. One learns so many things in a brothel, and feels such sadness, and dreams so longingly of love!" - Gustav Flaubert

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