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For the life of her, Annette could not fathom her boyfriend’s fascination with her asshole. It was another Saturday night; they’d decided to spend it in. Much better to play their naked games than to hang out in a bunch of smoky bars and nightclubs, spending money and not having much fun. Instead, Annette was deliciously nude, leaning over the sofa with her legs spread wide. Her hands were on her hips, holding her asscheeks apart for David’s detailed inspection of her hiney.

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Ever sense I was a little girl I've wondered what it would be like to be a guy, I'm serious I've wanted be like to be a guy, to be precise, I wanted a dick. Don't get me wrong I love being a girl, I love sex, and I've always been very open about sex. I guess some people would call me a slut but I don't care, I love the feel of a hard cock in my pussy or sometimes if I'm really frisky in my ass.

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After a long hard and frustrating day at the office, I often enjoy stopping by the local pub to cool my frustrations. Today it didn't work. The phone had rung non stop for what seemed like an eternity. Every call was someone bitching about this or bitching about that. So to say the least my frustration level was at its peak. All I really wanted to do was tell them all where to go.

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Just another day really, nothing special to begin with. We had been in through the morrning, and we'd been out in the afternoon. We'd done some shopping for the flat, had a few giggles, a little bit off teasing and some playful jokes but now we were back. I had made a cup of tea for myself, a coffee for him, with a biscuit on the side. Every inch the happy domestic scene, but isn't it always the case that you only hear the 'something's going to happen' music in bad movies?

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I stand back, admiring the view before me. You lay, sprawled on your stomach, in a spread-eagle position, completely open, completely vulnerable. Each wrist and ankle is tied securely to a bed post with a length of red silken rope. Although the knots are tied tightly, and you are unable to escape, with a quick tug, each rope will come free in an emergency.

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This is the homework of my slave Gabi. My name is Gabi. I'm from Austria (a German-speaking country near Germany). My Mistress ordered me to write down this story. As a matter of fact this is not really a story – as it is not fictional. This is the description of my first meeting with My Mistress. Mistress Cornelia is my Mistress. I'm one of her slaves and I love to submit to her.

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This story's a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It's not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do. * At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn't going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bisexual men are often despised by both gay and straight guys, and even by some women.

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This is a true story. It is the story of a young man who was sheltered, unsophisticated about the world and not sure of himself. He came to Memphis from the countryside of Arkansas with no real experiences. It is about me. Growing up, I knew no real want. My parents were gainfully employed and made good money. I was the middle of five kids and did not get much attention. So, I was always trying to figure out my true identity. I had gone to a small local college and remained fairly sheltered. No one talked about anything out of the ordinary. No taboo.

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I could feel his hot breath on my neck, teasing me in-between the nips he was leaving. My hand ran through his wavy brown hair, pulling him in demanding more. One hand was tangled in my hair, stopping the harsh brick from hurting me; the other hand brushed over my thigh as he held my leg up over his hip.

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Evelyn lay in bed that Saturday morning recalling her humiliating meeting with Derek and Chelsea, standing on the sidewalk covered only in an open cape. When Derek and Chelsea strolled around the corner she knew that her secret life would soon be shared with all her friends. Her Master for the evening had no problem showing them all of Evelyn's shameful secrets, her pierced nipples and ears, her pierced and chained open labia and the "Slut Slave" tattoos on her inner thighs.

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