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I heard the door close downstairs. "Did you remember the bread?" I called down to her. "Shit! No, I'll go back." I knew she was tired but her voice said more. She was exhausted. I stood up and went down. "That's okay," I told her. "I'm out of beer anyway." I pulled my jacket from the chair where I usually 'hang' it. "Do we need anything else?" I do most of the shopping anyway, so I was pretty sure we didn't need anything critical. Still, she might want something.

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It was the last summer before I graduated in the fall from college and I found a job with one of the larger apartment complexes near the campus. In exchange for rent and a small wage I did minor maintenance on the units. I did a lot of filter replacements, minor plumbing and other type things that were a constant headache for the manager.

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"I'm having stupid thoughts." "Like what?" "Like that Tom's seeing someone else." "What? Surely not." Amy nodded, stepping away from the coffee machine. "But, he's not like that." Kay said, inserting her coins for a cup of her own. "You've got your paws on one of the decent ones."

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"I've never done that before, will it hurt?" she asked, sleepy eyed. We hadn't seen each other in over a month, we'd been kissing and had shed most of our clothes. The atmosphere was heavy with lust, it seemed like a good time to ask. "I don't know, beautiful, I've never done it either. If it does, we'll stop," I answered. I appraised her mood, then added, "It might just be fantastic."

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Part I It started out as one of the worst dates I'd ever had. He was good looking enough, to be sure... tall, blonde, and decent muscles showed through the nice suit. And he had money. Designer sunglasses hid his emerald eyes while he drove, and when he laid them down; it was on the dash of a beautiful blue Ferrari convertible. But his arrogance was overwhelming.

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There comes a time in every woman's life when she has to stop and say to herself, "Where am I now? Where am I going? How did I get here?" And then there are times that those are pretty darn dumb questions. Where am I now? I'm bent over the leading edge of a table. My hands are tied together and the nylon stocking used for that is looped over something on the far side. My stocking toes are barely able to touch the floor and I'm quite stretched out with my bottom in the air.

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Sunlight in my eyes, burning through the eyelids, hot on the rest of my body, bad case of cotton-mouth, and an overwhelming need to take that nice long first leak of the day. Not the best way to wake up in the world, but not bad by any means. Last night came back slowly, and I recalled I was on the deck where I had curled up with a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream as the party wound down.

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I met Kimmy when I was doing a consulting job for a downtown charitable organization. She had been assigned to be my assistant and go-to girl in case I needed her, but to be honest I rarely did. She was a pretty girl, blonde hair and startling doe-eyes. She was also a big girl, not an ounce of fat on her, I doubt, but farm-girl stocky with a broad ass and big, full breasts. She wore tight jeans and low cut tops that showed off her generous cleavage.

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“I’m coming over,” I tell you, purring into the phone. “I’ve done a little shopping. Be ready for me when I get there.” “What did you buy?” you ask me eagerly, “And what do you mean by ‘ready’?” I laugh, not cruelly but coolly enough that I don’t reveal that I am nearly as excited as you. “Patience. Some new toys for us to play with. You’ll see when I get there.

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My name is Erin. I am proud to say that I am the first female Event Co-coordinator at our fair city's sports arena. It's a big deal to me, because I grew up around the arena watching my father work the Zamboni machine during hockey games here. Let me tell you about something interesting that happened to me a short time back.

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