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I was almost asleep when the phone rang. I rolled over in bed and grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table. It was dark in the room but the light from the ringing phone flashed into my eyes, making me squint with discomfort as I struggled to see who was calling me. 'PRIVATE' was all my caller ID would say. At first I was about to ignore it and go back to sleep, but something told me that I should answer it. I flipped open the phone.

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I lay back listening to the sound of my wife hungrily slurping away at my cock, as she did every day when I returned home and pondered how lucky I am. I married Margot, a spoiled daddy's girl from the right part of town used to getting what she wanted. Daddy being, of course, Clifton Meriwether Van Rijn, renowned shipping magnate, whom I had the opportunity to work for as a landscape consultant- a gardener for the less verbally dexterous.

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Candace punched the button for the elevator with mixed feelings. She was already running fifteen minutes late, and if she didn't make up the time somewhere, she'd be late meeting Jeff. Usually she arranged her day to allow herself an extra twenty minutes to walk up and down the stairs from her 40th floor office, to avoid suffering through an anxiety-filled ride in the express elevator.

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Let's get this out of the way right off. I'm a cheating, asshat, bastard. There is no other way to put it so don't bother with the lame comments telling me what I already know after you read this. I have no redeeming qualities after what I did. I used to be married; you'll soon see why I'm not anymore. In my defense, and maybe the men that read this will agree, I couldn't help myself... what was placed before me was too tempting, beyond my capacity to resist.

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Tomas was going to spend his senior year of High School on exchange. He had decided to go to America to work on his English and he had always wanted to visit there. His friends assured him that American girls are easy, the school work is easy and he would have a great time. Tomas ignored them, for the most part. He knew that girls are pretty much the same in Spain or England or Japan. He was not interested in an easy girl, but instead thought it would be nice to find a really cool American girl.

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I don't know what it was with Emma, but just about everything was a first for her. She'd never smoked pot until the night we met. She'd never sixty-nined until about three hours later, when I spent an enjoyably frantic ten minutes with her lovely breasts mashed against my stomach, her skilled mouth doing a real number on me as I tried to return the favour.

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It wasn't all that cold but she didn't care. She would use any excuse to build a fire. She already had the logs lain across the andirons with kindling nestled beneath. A twist of paper underneath the kindling caught fire quickly from the woman's match. The woman threw the still lit match into the fire before setting the fire screen in place, then settling back against the couch to enjoy the flames.

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Standing under the hot shower, Sarah washed the days grime from her, admiring the play of the soapy water as it flowed over her young lithe body. Her hands, well soaped worked the scented lather all over. The feel of her slippery hands as they glided over her sent shivers through her. She could smell her own special scent mixing with the strawberry perfumed wash.

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This is the story of what happened when my wife Kati and I went on cruise a few months ago. What happened was so unexpected, I can still hardly believe it. If you've read anything else I've written about Kati, you'll know she's not only sexually adventurous but also very submissive.

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It was a slow night at Iron Works Gym. Outside the rain pounded the parking lot and washed away the remnants of what had been another routine day. Another routine day in a long, line of routine days. There were only a few guys working out that night and we were all scattered into our own workout zones. The clanking of plates drowned out the music the gym played but no one seemed to care. Most of the guys in the gym that night were listening to their own tunes on their Ipods and in 'the zone.'

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