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Hi. My name is Tina. I am now 41 years old and have been married to my current husband since I was 28. I have 2 boys ages 21 and 17. This is my first story ever to be put on line and it is the one that may explain my journey of self discovery in sexual matters well beyond anything I ever thought I would do, much less enjoy.

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Simon was sitting on the sofa watching the boxing. It was late and his wife wasn't home yet. She had gone out to a club to celebrate a job promotion with her mother. He didn't like his mother in-law, but still his wife had convinced him to let her stay with them when her house caught fire. She treated him like he was beneath her. Nothing he ever did was good enough.

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It was a beautiful Saturday night, a clear star lit sky with a full moon overlooking what seemed to be an ordinary neighborhood. As I drove through, its normalcy is what stuck me first, everything looked the same.

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For the last five months, Stephanie and I have continued seeing each other outside of the office. I have tried to convince her to see another dentist; however, she refuses. Our relationship has moved beyond just the sexual. Nonetheless, we really don't go out and about in the town we live. We have gone on weekend getaways and enjoyed many evenings at my home.

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He was oblivious to my pain. He was looking for his own gratification. It hurt so much. I couldn't speak. I was paralyzed. I thought to myself, "He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't know its hurting me." Suddenly, its over, a twitch of his hips, a grunt and he fills my ass with his cum. Rolling off in an orgasmic stupor before realizing I haven't moved. My tears have stopped but the my sobs shake me while I lay on my stomach in shock.

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Jonathon J. Pierce was neither a morning person, nor a Monday person, and this moment happened to be both. Amy, his primary partner, devoted submissive and beloved pet, had been away since Thursday on a company trip to a marketing conference in Atlanta, GA and would not return until the coming weekend. While he missed her terribly, he got so little personal time that he jealously guarded what he did manage to scrounge up, so he'd had all weekend to himself and he was very "not ready" for this work week to begin.

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Rules were very important to her. Rules about eating. Rules about time management. Rules about messing around. She'd lived her whole life by her rules, and it kept her happy. It'd been awhile since she'd had anyone else play by her rules though; she was getting frisky. That's why she'd texted him, "Are you in town this weekend?" He knew her rules. He liked her rules, and right now he was the only man she knew who could satiate her desires.

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Her face is perfect, angelic. Her eyes are a soft blue, her hair pale blond. Her features are delicate and childlike, her lips plump and tinted a soft rose. Her body is slender and sylphlike, sheathed in a high-waisted slip of a dress, gauzy and coy. He wants her, wants to possess the innocence she embodies, wants to drive himself into it, own it and shut it away so he'll be the only one to ever taste it.

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Tonight is the first time in three months that I have attended the monthly Saturday night mixer that has been a tradition in Portland for almost ten years. The initial group of about fifty people from fraternity affiliations, support of the football team and college groups of all kinds formed right after graduation from the University of Oregon. Over time we've added OSU and PSU members to heckle. We've also have dates and spouses that still come after relationships broke up.

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I am a man haunted. Driven to the depths of despair and raised to the heights of ecstasy by that girl: a slim young creature who bewitched me and made me half crazy as I careened between fierce lust for her and bitter remorse for what I subjected her to. It was not always this way. For most of my life I was the soul of dignity, a true gentleman. My life was a tranquil sea, roiled neither by triumph nor tragedy.

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