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I say goodbye to Diana as I climb out of the car. As I begin to walk, a bit unsteadily, towards the front door, I find myself reminiscing about the Sunday brunch we just had. It is always fun getting together with the girls to discuss family, life, and of course, sex! I can feel my nipples hardening against the satin top I have on, due in part I am sure to the amount of champagne I consumed, but also thinking back to the steamy conversation with the girls!

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In the spring of 1969 I landed a job as the overnight DJ on a radio station in Seattle. I was the only person in the station during most of my shift and enjoyed talking to listeners who called to request songs or just wanted to talk to someone. One of my regular callers, Kristy, had a pleasant voice and a thing for a particular Linda Ronstadt song. She would call two or three times a week for that song, telling me that she couldn't get to sleep unless she heard it.

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She didn't need to see him. She didn't want to. She trusted her partner after all as he knew her as intimately as anyone had ever known her. Instead she could sense him, sense him enter the bedroom behind her as she knelt on the bed and ran her hands over Dave, her partner. She liked him to be still whilst she massaged him, to 'give' to him, to feel his reactions and hear his involuntary murmurs as her hands explored his every contour.

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Jen and I had experienced an incredible sensual relationship, but after five years together the pressures of graduate student life in a large southern university had taken their toll. We both longed to bring back the passion we had previously enjoyed, but neither of us knew exactly what would work. Kate was a 20-year-old summer student who was working as a technician in the laboratory next to ours. She was very pretty, always smiling, and full of life. One evening, Jen and I were walking hand-in-hand across the campus when I ventured to ask her what she thought of Kate.

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"Snakes and ladders?" Kim groaned. "Snakes and fucking ladders!?" "I'm sorry," replied Lucy. "It's all I could find." She stepped back into the room and placed the board game on the floor, sitting cross-legged beside it and taking the board and counters out of the box. Kim sighed and sat down beside her. "But it's such a boring game," she sighed. "Even if we just sat and talked it would be more interesting than this," she gestured at the board before folding her arms across her chest.

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We'd met several times in our local pub on a Friday night. There were various couples used to come down to listen to the live music, and we'd exchanged a few words and smiles now and again. So we kind of knew them. They were in their forties, a bit younger than me and my wife, but I what most attracted me to them was her gorgeous breasts, and the way she always seemed to show off in tight sweaters and cardigans. Sometimes thick and chunky, other times soft, like angora. But always so sexy!

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I took the outlet pass from Darrel just before midcourt on the right side. Johnson slid over to try to make me give the ball up, but I crossed him over and cut back towards the center of the court. I spotted Malcolm running the wing on the other side of the court, then drew the defense away from him by turning my gaze back to the right side of the court at D.J who was getting ready to spot up at the three-point line.

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She was sitting at the bar, dressed like a nun compared to the majority of the other women around. It was Vegas, baby, and the outfits ranged from the slutty to the half-naked. The woman I was interested in, and maybe it was the outfit that did it, was all business. Charcoal black suit, white blouse open at the throat, blazer draped over the back of her stool.

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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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The band's manager turned to Erin and smiled. "The guys like you." Erin's brown eyes lit up. "Do you think so?" This would be her fantasy come true. "I know so," the tall, graying man stated and handed the young girl a cloth pass marked All Access in bold white lettering. "After the show," he grinned, "knock on the bus." If she had won the lottery, Erin wouldn't have been happier than she was at that moment.

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