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I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I wrapped the towel around me and dripped to the front door. Guys are much more able to do that than girls are. We can drip, and show up at the door in only a towel from the waist down, and no one thinks it's a come-on. If a girl does it, she's just asking for it.

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Ok, so, where to start? I chatted with Jessica online. Told her straight up I was just there to chat, but we really hit it off. We had a lot of the same fantasies and sexual desires. Exchanged pictures and liked what we saw. Still, I was amazed I agreed to meet her for lunch. I'm just breaking my own rules left and right lately!

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Dan, Gina and Tori were good friends with many things in common. They were all 20, they all lived in the same apartment complex, they were all in college at a school on the east coast, and all three had significant others who went to school on the west coast. They met each other at the neighborhood pool, and after they discovered their common long distance relationship predicament, they formed a sort of lonely hearts club.

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"Hey, this is really terrific!" Bobby exclaimed, as he opened the present I had just given to him. "I can't wait to try this out!" I had purchased a nice, high-end digital camera as a gift for Bobby for Valentine's Day, and he had bought some beautiful jewelry and lingerie for me. This was how the whole crazy thing had gotten started - I think every guy fantasizes about taking sexy photos of his woman, and this was the first time Bobby would have that chance with me.

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In a couple of weeks I'm running a large party with a group of friends. The organisation side of things is hotting up and there is a flurry of activity in my social circle with all our friends getting ready for the party. On Saturday just past, my wife Samantha decided to go out shopping with her friend Erica to buy clothes for the party. The party is nominally black tie, but the 'understanding' is that it should be a place where people feel comfortable with a more sexy take on the theme.

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Beside me she breathed, and giggled, and glanced over at me sideways. Her cheeks were flushed and a light sheen of sweat made her shine - her shoulders, her clavicle, her breasts with their rose-tipped nipples. I saw her stomach muscles contract as he slid deeper into her, and her fingers found mine, and my body tingled. My chest, my stomach tingled as her fingertips sought my palm and pressed down.

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Lisbeth was bored. She idly went through the motions of straightening the shelves of the upscale boutique where she worked on this dreary Thursday morning. Lisbeth was twenty-four and she married less than two years ago, having come from her native Denmark as an au pair originally. The Georgetown lawyer to whom she was married treated her as a trophy wife, insisting that she escort him to his many social events, but once they got home, the middle-aged partner became icily cold to Lisbeth, precluding any carnal activities.

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This is a true story. It took place about five years ago, a few months after my divorce. It saved my life. I'd been married for nearly thirty years to a woman I'd known since I was in high school. Our marriage had been fairly good but with some natural ups and downs. But I don't want to get into that. Suffice to say, when I come home from work one day and she said, "I need my space. You have to leave."

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Kyrie and Scarlett had been expecting Jack for a great while now (two years to be exact). Jack had constantly teased them with plans of being in the States, but this time he was serious. A final date was set for his summer arrival and Kyrie and Scarlett were elated. The women started that day by getting dressed. Kyrie slipped on a burgundy thong and a matching bra. Scarlett slipped into purple lacy panties and a white bra.

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Kerri poured herself another glass of wine. She tilted the bottle up, all the way up until the last red drop fell into her cup. She sighed and took another deep swig, feeling the acid of the cheap wine burning her throat slightly on the way down. She had been sitting in the Pisa airport for nearly 24 hours. The train system, in fact, all travel systems in Italy, was perpetually running late.

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