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From the first time she walked into my shop I wanted her. I love femmes, particularly older ones. And I have a definite affinity towards nicely dressed, fit, attractive ones. I know, who doesn't? You don't have to be 50, black and butch for that. My name is Serena. I'm a single lesbian living in, well, perhaps that's not important. I own and operate a shop I call "Asides".

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She awoke, right hand between her legs, middle finger buried deep in her pussy. The wetness coupled with the sensitivity and a kind of empty feeling in her chest told her that she had orgasmed in her sleep again. A tear trickled down her cheek to join the wide stain that already lay on the bed sheets. Brenda divorced her philandering husband three years ago. She had married him in her early thirties, but after ten years, his constant string of affairs had become too much to bear.

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A while back I threw myself a dirty slut party. My guests didn't know they were invited--I really didn't know it would go that far myself until the first dick hit my mouth. But I guess I put myself in harm's way. I was in the parking lot behind Billys in North Miami at 2 in the morning, leaning on my car waiting for the right group of guys to come out.

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This story is meant to serve entertainment purposes only, it means no direspect towards Muslims or the religion of Islam. I had a crush on a girl, and it just happened that she was Muslim. Hope you enjoy the story. * "Oh my gosh, it's her again," I thought to myself.

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"Come on Brian, seriously. What do you want for your birthday?" Rachel pressed. She'd been after him for a hint, some idea of what he wanted or needed. And though his birthday was still several weeks away, there really wasn't anything he could come up with. Brian and Rachel had known one another for several years. Theirs was a "platonic" though very friendly relationship.

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It had been a beautiful day from the outset and I swung by the apartment of some friends, wanting to say hello since I was in the area. When I got there, Kay answered the door, dressed in a small bikini and a big grin. She greeted me by throwing her arms around me and giving me a hearty kiss. Now Kay is attractive, but not what some would consider attractive. Facially, she's pretty plain, but her smile and sparkling blue eyes tell a lot about the warmth and passion of this young lady.

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Joe and I had only known each other for about a month and, after our first meeting, which originated with my personal in the bi site, we had gotten together a couple of times a week at my place at lunchtime and fed each other our delicious cocks. We had talked about our women and both of us felt it wouldn't be difficult to get them involved also and we had been laying the groundwork for the past couple of weeks which we hoped by now would come to fruition.

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One night Jasmine, my wife now, and I were at home she had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang. It was a friend of ours Paul. He asked us to come over to his place for to see what he’d found. It seemed he had cleaned up a house for a local realtor and had come across as he put it tons of clothes he thought might be fit Jasmine. Since we weren’t really doing anything but sitting around anyway.

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I'm Alton. I'm a 40 year old bisexual man who got a divorce just last year. Since my divorce I've decided to explore sexually and live life to the fullest. I've also decided to "come out" and admit my bisexuality. Following is just one of my many adventures in exploring my new sexual freedoms. My ad read, "Bi-male, 40, seeks fun couples". The ad was placed on a "swapping" site on the internet and I was pleasantly surprised at the many responses that I received as I hadn't found many bi males listed on the site.

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My 19 year-old girlfriend, Kerry, and I had developed the wonderful habit of getting au naturel in the high dunes of a local public beach during a summer home from college. Whilst we were working at our town's holiday camp – a central complex of bars and restaurants surrounded by rental caravans, chalets and mobile homes – we had an encounter in the dunes with two of a girls' netball team who were staying at our camp and playing in a nearby tournament. I wrote of our first encounter last month – see 'The Netball Girls' (Exhibitionist&voy)

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