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Even this late the party was in full swing. The smell of beer and sweat hung prominently in the air, and Dana was sweating profusely herself, while her face felt hot. A bit of fresh air was definitely called for. She made hasty excuses, and backed away from her group of friends, before wheeling her chair towards the wardrobe. She quickly picked through the jackets until she had located her own. Dana made her way towards the rather steep ramp. With a few good pushes, she managed to get to the top.

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Most weekends I go down to Hong Kong – I've got a "Fuck Buddy" there who's also into piss play. He's a very hot flight attendant and Asian like me. We're not exclusive – both of us play with others and I'm also in a long term relationship back home (Australia).

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Lydia's lay on her stomach on the deck of the large yacht anchored alone, a mile from shore. The turquoise water lapped delicately against the hull. She flipped the page of the paperback book while her only foot floated in small circles above an upturned knee. Her slim attractive body betrayed her age. Most people thought her only in her early twenties though she was more than twice that age.

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She smelled, uhm...fresh! Her scent perfectly matched the floral top she was wearing that afternoon. I just realized that she liked floral dresses and has worn several of them before. Oops...my mind was drifting. I'm right in the middle of a meeting! Alysa Park and I have been in a meeting all afternoon. I was sitting next to her at the client's boardroom and couldn't help but notice that she seemed a bit pale and not her usual bubbly self.

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About 3 years ago I had an experience that changed my life. I only regret that it did not happen when I was much younger. I was then a 68 year old woman and had been a widow for 12 years. During this time I had no real relationships and certainly no sexual ones. My name is Victoria. As I live by myself one could imagine that this would be lonely and unsatisfying but I gain enough satisfaction from my work and family who visit me about once a month. I work as a tourist guide in the city.

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One of my father's crudest friends had a saying that he reserved for men he thought were losers with the women. He would say, "That guy couldn't get laid in a whore house with a pocket full of hundred dollar bills." I never thought about that much; I figured I was doing alright with the ladies until I turned forty. Then it dawned on me, I had never had one that truly cared about me. Through my blue collar hard-working, long-hour days, I had a long string who abused my trust, used me and made me pay too much for the attention I got from them.

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It was a cold morning, so instead of heading into DC to walk the Mall, I decided to take the Metro out to Bethesda and check out a book store there. It was one of several book stores in the area that featured half price or less used books or, in other words, it was my kind of store. The ride on Metro was uneventful, if fairly long.

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{Ring....}{Ring....} Jules answered, "Hello." I responded, "Hey, Jules it's Liz. Friday's the day. Can you be at my place around 4? That way we can get ready and cook dinner before Tony gets here." Jules replied, "Yes, absolutely, I'm so glad you finally set a date for us all to get together, I can't hardly wait See you at 4."

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"I really need some help. Can you come over to my cabin? Are you off for a bit?" Sasha and I had been friends for a few months now, but this was the first time I'd heard this tone of voice. "No problem, I've got nothing going on. Be there in a sec," I said. I'd been working on the Enchantment since December. She was a 2,500 passenger cruise ship, and we we'd been on a 7-day run to the west coast of Mexico out of Los Angeles, but that run had ended on Sunday, and we were currently on our way to Honolulu for a series of 10-day Hawaiian cruises. Tough life, I know.

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Ahh, the days of drifting down to the square after lunch and sitting around ogling the local Turkish Cypriot men and letting them ogle me until I got that certain look from one I fancied and took him up to my Lawrence Durrell-rented villa and let him vigorously, joyously, and noisily fuck my brains out on a lounger under the sun on the terrace overlooking the Mediterranean.

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