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I had been interested in anal sex for a long time, but my wife and I never really talked about it. I slipped once (really) and my wife screamed in pain. It seemed obvious she wasn't interested in anal sex. We had been married about seven years when I found a video in a parking lot. The video didn't have a label on it. I decided to take it home and see what was on it. I mentioned to my wife I had found the video, as I put it in the VCR (yes, this was a number of years ago).

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My wife Anna and I enjoy a fairly wild sex life. We have been married for almost ten years and the sex has continued to be exciting. She knows what turns me on and thrives on it. I know that every so often she is going to surprise me with some sexual play that is out of the ordinary from what I hear other guys talk about with their women.

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Nic was the most adorable guy I'd ever met. He was so shy and quiet around girls he liked which was a sharp contrast to how social and animated he was with his platonic friends. If you didn't know him, from his behavior you'd think he didn't like the very girls he liked. I was one of those girls who didn't know it, and I thought he ignored me because he disliked me.

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The town, like most near the center of the world, was on the Bosphorus. It lay near a full days ride north of Istanbul. I'd come with a small troop of no more than ten, as I did whenever I left the city walls. I'd just been appointed special assistant to the grand vizier of the Sultan, and had only been back in the safe structure of the Empire for less than half a year when my first appointment called me to the town of Rumeli.

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Jasmine and I have been seeing each other for about three years now. Although I was totally in love with her, I have to admit I was getting a little bored with our sex life, and I found my eyes were straying a little more than they should. I most definitely did not want to cheat on her, though, so I figured it was time to try and make her into a three-input lady.

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Leonora moved in next door to us in the summer of 1972. I was 20 at the time and our new neighbour was a ripe, finely mature forty-five years young. I was in lust from the moment I first saw her and that first sighting actually took my breath away. It wasn't until my brain registered the tightness in my chest that I made a conscious effort to breathe;

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On the evening following my 23rd birthday I headed over to Danielle's house. I had met Danielle through my girlfriend, Janie. Actually, my ex-girlfriend. I say my ex-girlfriend because the day before, on my birthday, I drove to Janie's house for my "Happy Birthday rough and wild monkey sex" (my words, not hers). When I got to her house I knocked on the door and it swung open a bit. I poked my head in the door and called out "Hello!" and nobody answered.

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Their special night finally arrived. Lisa had been looking forward to this all her life. Actually, she had been looking forward to finding the right man all her life. Lisa was a romantic. She didn't mind admitting it. She wasn't embarrassed by it. She cried so terribly much during all of the romantic movies. Of course she cried when Rose lets go of Jack's hand, when Nickie sees the painting on Terry's wall, and when Annie finds the backpack (and Sam soon arrives to get it).

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"What's the matter? Can't you find the hole?" Sarah teased Ben from the office across the hall. He wadded up a piece of paper and made another attempt at her wastepaper basket. It was short again by about a foot. It was nearly noon and Ben was enjoying watching his pretty, brunette co-worker tidy up her office before going to lunch.

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I'd gotten in from the airport around 4pm and been greeted by an empty house—the message on the machine said my roommate wouldn't be home until the following afternoon. I had just enough time to shower, shave, and throw on some clothes before I hear the knock on the door. As I get to the bottom of the steps, I can smell her perfume. I can always tell when it's her on the other side of the door. For a moment I realize I've forgotten what she looks like, it's been a few months, but the smell is familiar enough.

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