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It was Friday evening and as per my weekly ritual, I put on a clean pair of jeans and a button down shirt and made my way over to Abel's, the neighborhood dive bar. As I entered I glanced around the room, waved to the usuals and took a seat at the bar next to a girl I've never seen before. I sat down and ordered a Labatt. As the bar tender grabbed a glass and began to fill it, I turned to the new girl and said "I'm Jack and I don't reckon we've met".

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Chapter 1 I walked into her office and closed the door. She had a large black desk with glass on top, a leather chair and two chairs in front. She offered me one as she sat down behind her desk. A name plate, resting on her desk, said Susan Conner Pres. and she had a few other items for decoration.

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Leaning against the doorway, I watch you; standing by a bed bereft of all but the sheets, bending over to retrieve a tossed and forgotten pillow from the floor. The sun revealing the parting of the curtains, your petite figure clad only in my shirt which is twice your size. Legs long and lean, I smile remembering their feel against my lips and hands. Watching you now, I bask in your sensuality, your taste still fresh upon my lips and chin.

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Darcy stared at herself in the mirror with disgust. Despite the one-piece, well-fitting bathing suit she wore, she was still critical of herself. She was still a very attractive woman in her mid-forties, but a little curvier then her petite frame suggested. She stood 5' 3" and had what some would say a little extra baggage around her hips and thighs.

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Every summer holiday, I would be sent off to visit my Aunty Ellen in Bournemouth. This had been our family's tradition ever since I had turned 12, and I think it was as much for my mother's sanity as for my sake. This summer was different: I had just turned 18, and I was going into my last year of private school. What the future held, I had no idea.

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Most secretaries would be fired for wearing a low-cut blouse like hers. Most secretaries wouldn't get away with a tight pencil-skirt and the almost-visible suspenders around her thighs either. Most secretaries, however, aren't married to their bosses – and today is their anniversary. There are flowers on Lana's desk when she comes in, high heels clicking on the oak floor. That gets a smile from her, which isn't always easy this early in the morning; it's still dark outside.

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I called Jennifer back a couple of days after our last tryst and she practically squealed at the sound of my voice. "I'm so glad you called," she said. Grinning, I replied, "me too. How are you doing?" "Great, now. How about you?" "Great too. Hey, can I come by and see you tomorrow afternoon?"

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The vampire is impaling me over and over. His teeth deep in my neck, sucking in a measured pace as he works his jaw to grip my throat anew after each long draught. Enough to satisfy his need, or one of them, yet not too much to allow me to pass out or not comprehend, experience the full measure of having him in my bed, his cock up my ass impaling me at a faster and faster pace.

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Rachel took one last look at herself in the mirror as she finished getting ready to leave. She and her friends, Molly and Jennifer, were going to the local Renaissance Festival today and Rachel was determined to look her best. It was the first time she was going without her parents and she was determined to flirt and play to her hearts content. She loved how the people who worked the fairs were able to make almost any comment suggestive.

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I had never considered cheating on my wife, Melissa. We had been married for four years now, and had a pretty hot sex life. The only real serious challenge we'd encountered was that I was heavily into anal sex, and although my wife was willing, we had difficulty making the reality happen. Part of the problem is that I have a very large penis. It's about nine inches long, and two inches thick. I have difficulty getting it all the way in just about any woman's holes, and my wife was no exception.

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