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My name is Rachael, I'm 49 years old, and one of the three founding members of S.O.S., the Sisterhood of Sex. The sisterhood began a few years back as part of a running joke between myself and two very close girlfriends. We would get together during the day while the kids were at school and the topic would almost always turn to sex, or as was often the case, the lack of it.

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'Damn him,' I thought, angrily stomping out as the door slammed shut behind me. Even on holiday he could find something to moan about, maybe its time I started looking for a new Master! Let me explain, by nature I am a very submissive person, perhaps you might even call me a pacifist, under his tutelage I had become his slave, his slut and his whore.

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About two years ago, while working for the space agency, I was sent to a one week training/workshop in Huntsville, Alabama. I stayed at a hotel within walking distance of the Marshall Space Flight Center, where the workshop was to be held. There were about 75 people there, composed primarily of engineers, technicians, research scientists, a few administrators, and some military personnel.

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The time was the early sixties and the sexual revolution was in full swing. This is the true story of one of the original swinging couples as it was told to me. Only the names have been changed to keep me from being sued…. How It All Began "My wife and I were introduced to the world of group sex by two close friends. We had known Barry and Edie for a few years and got together fairly often as the four of us got along beautifully.

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I've waited months to share this story with someone. I still can't believe it happened. You would think the details would have faded over time, but fortunately the events I want to share with you are vividly imprinted in my memory. I have never felt anything like this before in my life, a warm, fuzzy, tingly feeling deep inside of me and bubbles with happiness.

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When I was 13 my family moved to the LA area of California and we lived there until I was 17, a senior in high school. My dad, a software engineer got transferred up to the San Francisco area and so we moved once again. I was pretty bummed as I had made a bunch of really good friends. On the other hand, it was probably the best thing for me at the time because I was really getting out of control with partying and wild behavior.

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As I watched her retreating back, I knew that we would be taking her home that night. Next to me, Alex was also eyeing with unconcealed appreciation the way the curves of her cute little butt spilt out of her white shorts, which were so tight they seemed painted on. We were in St. Tropez on our annual attempt to get away from it all -- "all" being our hectic, money-grubbing lives in New York -- in the old sprawling villa that we owned by the water. Actually, I shouldn't complain. New York makes St. Tropez possible.

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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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This tale is my fortieth submission to Literotica and I've enjoyed writing every one of them. As time has gone on, I've attempted to develop the people and personalities more to give the stories a better and realistic feel to them. Most of the people I've introduced are those that I've met or seen somewhere, although not necessarily met. I manage this by people watching, sometimes just sitting in a mall or in a restaurant or in the foyer of a movie theatre.

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I am not sure why I too the pill. I suppose that it seemed like a good idea at the time, or rather, it didn't, and I was done with good ideas. A full course load during my senior year of University was a good idea so that I would be ahead when I started graduate school in the fall. Coming home for spring break to rest and work on my senior thesis instead of heading to the beach with my roommate was also a good idea.

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