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I wasn't really all about the party. I knew maybe four people there, and while it was a pretty chill affair, I couldn't help but feel like I wanted to be at home doing something else. Of course I was looking for the good looking girls- and there were a few- most of whom either had boyfriends or just wouldn't be interested in me. When that happens, when I can see there's no connection there, a woman's attractiveness becomes abstract real fast, like art on the wall; pretty, but you don't want to fuck it.

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I stood in front of my bedroom door and I struck a pose. I had already received several compliments about the dress I had chosen to wear for our special night. I was glad of that, as it had cost me a week's pay. When I showed it to my date, the smile made it worth every penny. My high heels had invoked a similar reaction, making the hundreds of dollars I spent on those worthwhile. I invested a lot to look good for my date, but the end result would be so worth it.

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Life was good for a marauder. Here they sat -- circled around a bonfire, roaring and laughing, a successful week of raiding and plundering behind them -- now with beautiful, buxom wenches riding their cocks. It had taken quite some effort for these great warriors to arrive at this place with such bounty.

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Have you seen her? You probably know, or perhaps can remember, a girl like her. She's the cute girl who sits in the back of the classroom and never says anything to anyone. She quietly takes her notes and leaves when class is over. Sometimes those kind of girls have secrets. Wonderful, naughty secrets.

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"Oh my God" I thought as I drank in the sight of her. She was wearing a long red, silky nightgown, her breasts framed by white lace edging, her nipples standing erect, apparent through the flimsy material. The light was low in her bedroom, but I consumed every detail of her, storing the memory. This was a once in a lifetime experience. Long blonde hair, classical, beautiful, sharp features. Bright blue eyes.

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Candy Struthers was the hottest reporter on television at the moment. Her career had skyrocketed over the past two years with her uncanny ability to sniff out momentous leads, as well as landing extraordinary interviews with infamous celebrities, disgraced politicians, and celebrated lawbreakers. That she was only twenty-four years of age was only part of her aura – she had a law degree, an incredible razor-sharp intellect, and an amazing talent to rise to the top.

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Mai was ready for another new experience. Something she'd fantasized about with me, and even before we met. We hadn't planned this, but we were ready for it, and the timing was perfect. Mai is a tall Nordic natural blonde, slender but statuesque, and she's very good looking. Long thick lustrous hair, with natural highlights of silver and pale auburn, a beautiful face with glacial blue sparkling eyes.

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I don't suppose it will surprise anyone that, in the age of the Internet, texting, and beyond, it is not only possible, but extremely easy and pleasant to acquire the services of a female 'companion' when one is a busy lawyer visiting Washington D.C. I am 34 years old, 5' 6" tall, with short, ash blonde hair, blue eyes, attractive and slim, though I admit I'm putting on just a little weight as I grow older. Oh, and my name is Lisa.

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The parking lot was empty, but that was nothing unusual at six in the morning. Justin rolled up and parked on the far edge of the gravel lot, letting out a yawn. He'd stayed up a little late studying, but he wasn't going to miss the opportunity his father was finally providing. Besides, it was a welcome distraction from the lack of sex resulting from dumping his cheating girlfriend a couple weeks earlier.

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Jamie was dropped off by her husband, Mark, at the dentist that morning for her surgery. "I'll pick you up in a few hours," he told her as she climbed out of the car. She nodded and blew him a kiss, then closed the door and headed into the low brick building where her dentist office was located. In the lobby she gave the receptionist her name and sat down with a magazine to wait.

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