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Ready for some more wild shit? Hey guys, I'm sure you have seen those make your own dildo kits. You know the kind, where you make a mold of your own dick, and use it to make a vibrator so your significant other can fuck themselves with it when you're not around. Well, I'm here to tell you be careful, if you get one of those, the decision might come back to bite you in the ass. Or worse. Here is my second chapter.

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On Monday I appeared for work. There I met Denise, the secretary/paralegal who was also Ron's sister. Denise was thirty-five with long brown hair that reached her ass, a curvy figure, impressive chest, and killer legs. Her round wide round face featured large green eyes, a prominent jaw, and a large mouth with full lips.

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Michael Halversun has a hard time recounting his memories, even now that he is safe in the small book laden office of his therapist. The twenty year old is filled with guilt, his voice wavering as he speaks into the tape recorder and his therapist sits across from him, listening to his tale. His upbringing told him that adultery was a great sin, and his masculinity told him that it was his fault. Whether either of those things were true really didn't matter any more to him. Michael had been raped.

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After several weeks of flirting and sharing sexual fantasies on Lit, the Massachusetts lawyer had become obsessed with the sexy young nursing assistant from the deep South. They had shared one of his deepest fantasies, the fantasy of having his ass opened by a strong, firm yet gentle woman. The more they discussed it, the more his urge to live out the fantasy intensified.

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I see you heading home, I already know where you live, I have been watching you, I follow you. You are distracted as you turn into your building and I follow you up to your apartment. My pulse quickens as I watch you open your door, I catch up, step quickly in behind you and close the door. You turn and look at me... a tall blonde has followed you into your apartment and your mind can't quite grasp what that means.

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Stuck in traffic - again. It was going to take a long time getting into work, the stop and go was starting at Trafalgar Road - Sigh should have caught the train. Oh well, sit back and let it flow - no point getting tense over things which one can't control. I looked to the trees and fences on the side of the highway, sometimes in the winter there are interesting raptors. This year, however, a good crop of voles was reported further north, and the Snowy Owls probably wouldn't move this far south.

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He was too handsome for his own good. I'd long since recognized that it might very well lead to the end of us. My sore whipping arm was longing for an overweight sub with the face of a pug. Good thing for Precious, the rest of me was not. Eyeing the furtive glances of the young girl, I immediately knew she wasn't his type. She was submissive, for one thing. It leaked from every pore of her overly exposed skin.

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It all began with a "Hi" on the internet. Matt approached the innocent looking Sandy and struck up a conversation online. She was hesitant at first but eventually she opened up to talking with him. As talk progressed they slowly moved to the topic of sex and desires. Just before Matt had to leave she revealed that she enjoys being dominant in the bedroom. This perked his ears and his interest dramatically. They said their goodbyes and agreed to talk later.

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He sat in a dimly lit café absentmindedly picking at the dirt under his nails. It was 4:21, thirty-nine minutes before she was supposed to be there. They agreed to meet for an early dinner, nothing too formal. They would talk for a bit and see how things went. Sex was implied but not required. Sex was not a virgin topic for them.

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Karen March 2001 I first encountered Miss Chapman at school. She was the home economics teacher and a guidance teacher too. Teachers tended to view me as a generally intelligent pupil who inexplicably did stupid things to get in trouble occasionally. One such occasion when I was in my second last year resulted in me waiting to be called into Ms Chapman's office for trying to play truant that afternoon.

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