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Deep desires remain hidden in the heart, sometimes for years. Brian had such a desire and had hidden it from his wife, Teresa. Brian's deep desire was for anal sex. Not in the usual way, though. Brian's desire was for Teresa to make love to his ass. Years before Brian met and married Teresa he was, for all intents and purposes, bisexual.

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Mark decided that it was better late than never. He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. Kristin was already up and had the coffee on. The warm, delicious aroma scented the entire room. He sat down at the table and reached for the paper. He opened it but was not interested in reading it. His mission this week was to watch Kristin, look for signs.

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The sound of the door opening and your chuckle made me shake my head. I rolled my eyes when you said, "Yeah baby." "Whatever," was my response to you. I heard your tool belt hit the floor, and I turned to look back. Your hands were on your belt. "Don't even," I said, with a smile. "Well, you can't greet me like that and not expect something," you told me.

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My lover has an Afrikaans accent. His breath whispers against my neck as he speaks gruffly in my ear, pinning me to the living room wall. I push my behind into his groin as he cups my tits, groaning he is "so glad he met me." It's a rainy summer's night, all sticky and we're slick with sweat. We're both in singlets, he's in jeans and I can feel his thick length as he nestles it between my shorts clad cheeks.

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Recently, while preparing vanilla icing for a tray of cooling cinnamon buns, I heard Todd yell from the bathroom. "Gloria, I haven't got a towel!" It prompted my memory: I'd washed them earlier and had forgotten to replace them. However, there were plenty in the hallway. "Linen cupboard," I called back. He thudded down the passageway naked and wet. Hot, I thought.

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I want to tell you a true story between my husband and I. We are a very sexual couple but I felt as if we were both holding back our deepest, darkest desires from each other. We would tease each other through out the day by texting while he was at work, I would leave a pair of panties in the pocket of his work pants for him to sniff when ever he desired. Just little sexual teases to tell each other "Look what you have to look forward to tonight!"

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- 1 - My husband Dan is an engineer—and, I strongly suspect, a sex addict. Until recently, these were separate parts of his life. Not that I'm complaining, too much, about Dan's strong libido. He's always been faithful. And he's also a willing student—and budding master—of my body. I may want sex less frequently than he, but I probably get more enjoyment from it than I deserve for my own efforts. Besides, Dan's curiosity and drive definitely keeps things interesting in our bedroom—and sometimes outside of it too!

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Franklin sighed heavily as the phone on his desk rang loudly. He had just been promoted to a management position in the sales firm he worked at, and after a long day of wrangling unwilling underlings, the last thing he wanted to do was take another phone call. But duty was duty, so he picked it up.

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I heard him pull into the driveway and quickly jumped up to greet him at the door. I was in desperate need to feel him, not just inside of me, but on me as well. I had spent the better half of my afternoon preparing myself for him to come home. I decided I would stay in my attire of that day's errand running, just jeans and a black spaghetti strap tank top.

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Day after day, it was the same routine that just bored her to death. Get up, shower, go to work, come home, fix dinner then do the dishes while he falls asleep watching TV again. How long had she been doing this day in and day out. 10,12 15 years?? It was so long that she lost count. Today was the same as the others. She had just gotten home and was starting to work on the evening meal knowing that her husband would be home shortly.

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