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When the Black Death swept through her village in central Germany, Brigette didn't really understand the changes it would bring to her life. Indeed, no one was prepared for the chaos that arose from nearly half the village not being able to work – and then beginning to die. Suddenly it seemed that everyone was sick and everyone huddled in their homes, afraid of human contact. But it came home to her when her mother and older brother came down with it, and then both her younger sisters the next day.

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She walked softly into the moonlit bedroom. The space seemed to glow with a layer of sheer silk flowing from the ceiling around her bed. She heard the rain outside rhythmically calming her as the scent of jasmine welcomed her into relaxation. There was nothing like coming home. Home was where she felt comfortable to be herself as a natural body, naked within a soul.

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All his life Tom has been haunted by one single concept more than any other. Like most men, he has a soft spot in his heart for romance (but please don't let our secret out). However, also like most men, romance alone doesn't usually "stoke the furnace"...at least not the way it does for most women. This "men are from Mars, women are from Venus" rule of the universe has always seemed to be God's little joke on the procreating men and women of this crazy little planet of ours. And so has it been for Tom.

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She awoke from her nap and smiled at the stickyness between her legs…He was still sleeping and she gently raised up to look at him. They had been napping after an intense session of fucking and sucking and he was on his back, nude, lying with legs spread and arms overhead. His penis was semi-erect and still leaking cum from their earlier fuck.

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Almost two months passed before my husband Steve and I had any appreciable amount of time alone since his business trip to Las Vegas. We have been married for years, but just last year, we discovered his love of panties and other sexy pieces of women's lingerie. Yes, he loves it when I dress up in a little babydoll and matching panties, but what really turns him on is when I turn the tables and dress him up the same sort of skimpy lingerie.

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Dana was a little embarrassed and nervous about returning to her apartment on Sunday. After all, Mike knew that she had gone out with Gina on Friday and knew that she hadn't returned home until Sunday. Dana had called Saturday morning and let him know that she was going to be crashing at Gina's place so he wouldn't worry and made up some excuse about why she stayed there. On her way home she worried that Mike would see through her cover story and know what Dana and Gina had been doing.

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Our small kitchen was a bustle of activity, my own rushed, anxious movements contrasting with Hanna's relaxed calm. She sat down at the small breakfast bar in her fluffy white robe and began to delicately segment her pink grapefruit, a cup of tea gently steaming beside her. As usual however I was running late, standing with a bowl of cornflakes in one hand and a spoon in the other, forcing mouthful after mouthful hurriedly down, all the while trying to avoid milky splashes on my shirt.

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It was a reasonable summer's day for England, the sun was out and it was quite warm. Not warm enough to sunbath by any stretch of the imagination, but it made my 300 mile trip back from University a bit less grim. I am always in a better mood when it is a nice day. I had the radio on singing away. I was wearing a white skirt and a white vest top.. The skirt was well above my knees, not super short, but not massively long either. The vest top stopped just above my navel showing off my belly button piercing which I had had done on my 18th birthday just because I was never allowed one before that.

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Ursula almost remembered the dream that night. The alarm shattered most of it; even as she was waking up, the strident buzzing noise crashed through the memories, leaving nothing but fragments. She grasped at them, trying to hang onto something, anything at all. There was a hand, she knew, a hand sliding down the swell of her hip and...and a taste like wet rubber...no good. It was gone. Ursula hit the snooze button, but the dream didn't come back.

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It had been more than a week since I had seduced -- no, Taken -- my boss Rick. The entire episode had been unplanned and fully out of character for both of us. Rick was a tall, muscular, dominant man. I was short with a few extra pounds, and had the reputation for being a bit of a nurturer, a friendly port amidst work-related storms. Certainly I had found Rick attractive right from the day I first met him.

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