I'd heard about the parties at Jeni's. Everyone had. It was a small liberal arts college, and six foot tall plus blonde lesbians were not exactly falling out of the trees. Everyone seemed to know who she was and that she was "that" way, both she and her nearly equally tall and beautiful roommate, Veronique.
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After eight years, Paul and I were trying to keep our marriage fresh and romantic and, yes, sexual.
So on a Tuesday night in May, I prepared for Paul's return home after work by dressing up in one of the sexy outfits he liked when we fooled around in the bedroom.
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My wife and I have always had a great sexual relationship and we have been able to tell each other our likes and thoughts about sex very freely. Lately she has been hinting about a bi-curious side she feels she has had for a while.
She knows I would be supportive and while making love she has fantasized about another woman being there, and has been very turned on while playing at this.
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I chose a table in the food court of the Mall and sat down to eat my salad during an unsuccessful hour of shopping for some new outfits. I ate absent-mindedly and people-watched as I picked through the salad greens and sliced tomatoes on my plate.
The food court began to fill as if everyone suddenly came over all hungry and I was soon surrounded by noisy teens, tired seniors simply wanting to get off their feet, and some families with restless kids.
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I gripped the seat with excitement as the driver turned off of Thomas and into the crowded parking lot of the Veterans Memorial Coliseum in downtown Phoenix Arizona. It was a warm August night in 1982, and the spotlights from the arena caught the flinty dust in the air, creating a sparkling light show above the gravel parking lot as the sleek white limousine headed up to the main entrance. I glanced at Andrea, who was sitting beside me grinning madly.
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My name is Sam. I am a videographer by trade. I create corporate promo and training videos, although I also supplement my income by doing about 10 weddings per year. As fate would have it, the confluence of my two businesses brought me in contact with the RJS law firm and the most thrilling night of my life.
The story starts six months ago. Out of the blue a woman called me inquiring about a corporate recruitment video she wanted produced.
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My world went black as you tied the silk blindfold around my eyes. It wasn't one of those ill fitting cheap ones that you can still see around the bottom edges either, this fit snuggly. I felt the brush of your fingers across my cheek as you gently tucked my hair behind my ear. I can tell you are leaning in close to me, as the rich scent of your cologne has gotten stronger.
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This story is a bit of a departure for me, in that there isn't a long winded back story explaining everyone's reasons for what they are doing. There's no getting inside their heads to 'listen' to their feelings of guilt and worries. This story, told in four chapters, is all about the sex, pure and simple. It has brother/ sister/ sister/ mother/ father incest, and is a work of FICTION. If you have any qualms about family members having every kind of depraved sex imaginable, then please skip this story and find something more suited to your tastes. For everyone else, I only ask that you take a moment after you finish reading to tell me what you think.
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We've all done it I think, to some extent or another. Whatever name you may call it, we've all harboured a secret longing for someone, a feeling so deep within ourselves you wonder how it came to be. Call it a crush if you like, but it's more than that - a clandestine yearning, a concealed desire perhaps? Whatever! Mine was for Sarah.
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I moaned loudly as the phone's ringing refused to stop. I rolled twice toward the sound, tossing blankets to the side as I did, and reached up to grab the phone. "Hmmmm?" I voiced into the receiver.
"Ms. Calista Holiday?" a deep voice asked.
"Yes," I responded.
"This is Aidan Conner. I must regretfully inform you of the death of your great-aunt, Faye Michaels." The man's vaguely familiar accent registered, but his words didn't.
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