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Aaron was late. The guys at the office had decided to go to a club to unwind but no one had bothered to give him the name of the place. It was all that asshole's fault. What was his name? Michael? He'd been getting lavished with all of the attention the past couple of months rising through the ranks with godlike precision.

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I was lying in the bed, naked fingering myself, moving my fingers in and out, preparing myself for the evening to come. I am very wet with anticipation, my thoughts keep going back to the previous night, seeing the one of my desires, being next to him, wanting so much more but unable to have him. I start moaning as I continue to play, now I need more than just my pussy played with so I also start pinching and grabbing my nipple, wanting so much for it to be in his mouth, wanting his cock in my dripping wet pussy. Feeling it move in and out.

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Alice van der Poole loved her boyfriend. Really, she did. Ben was perfectly handsome, perfectly sweet, perfectly... bland. Every kiss was preceded with a gentle, "May I kiss you?" and followed by a whispered, "You're so beautiful." At night, Ben would tell her how precious she was, how delicate and sweet and lovely. His fragile, perfect little rose. Alice wanted to scream.

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I am constantly traveling. The work I do keeps me on the road all the time. Here I was in San Antonio. I was staying at the Omni Hotel, sitting on the corner stool at the lobby bar, having a beer and watching the basketball game. It was a quiet weeknight and there were maybe 15 people in small groups around the bar or scattered amongst the little bar tables.

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I have always thought that Betty had a lot of balls to do what she did. Big brass ones. I was at least 20 years younger than Betty and I don't think I had ever exhibited any attraction toward her. She was just another pleasant acquaintance in the workplace. But, like so many of the remarkable women who have graced my life, she knew what she wanted and she had the inner confidence to go for it.

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There's this guy I work with, Jason. We don't actually work together - I'm in accounting, he's in shipping - but we run into each other fairly often, and for a while now we've been having lunch together a few times a week. We're sort of an unlikely pair, really. Jason is 23, I'm pushing 50, he's straight and I'm gay, he's a big sports fan, and I couldn't care less. Although, I do try to keep up on his favorite teams, just to be able to have a decent conversation with him if the subject comes up.

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It had been a couple months since my mom and I had that first encounter in the club. Ted came home and didn't suspect anything other than the usually, it seems, since he never suspected that I had been at the club. He and my mom went that next weekend and I stayed home to watch my little sisters. It was annoying, since Anna is 19, so I don't know why I have to get tethered to Macy, the little one.

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Chapter 1 Okay, guys, you're not gonna believe this but it happened, it sure did, right here in Meridian, Mississippi, another of the many towns and cities nicknamed, 'Queen City.' Well, I've dated a few of the queens here in Meridian and, like in the other like-named cities, some put out and some didn't, some were good at it, some weren't.

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Stacy closed the front door, and instinctively headed to the kitchen to grab herself a glass of wine to ease the pain of yet another unsuccessful blind date. This had become a far too familiar routine. Friends paraded guy after guy in front of her, all with the promise of "he'd be PERFECT for you". "Perfect seems to be subjective", Stacy mused to herself.

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Robby and I had known each other forever, we had grown up together and he was just always there. Our parents were friends and our birthdays were only a few weeks apart. He was like a brother to me. Having grown up together, we shared all of the typical youth experiences. When we were kids we did everything together; played in the woods, went fishing, played baseball together, rode bikes, built forts, and even drank our first beer together which we skillfully lifted from Robby's dad.

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