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Skylar McGill was an attractive girl. She was just 19 years old, around 5 foot 5 and just the right balance between slim and curvy, with tanned skin, grey-green eyes and dark brown hair to her shoulders, she was nothing special but certainly not ugly. However, that morning, after crying all night, she definitely did not look her best. Looking in the mirror, she sighed, wondering when it would be over. Her friend Magdalena was playing mind games with her again.

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Natalie checked her make-up in the rear-view mirror of her little car. Today had been a particularly challenging day of teaching art at the local high school. Many of her students came from low-income families and were forced to steal or worse out of necessity, and were constantly in and out of juvenile detention.

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We met at the gym. We went there at roughly the same time a few days each week. After a couple of weeks we acknowledged each other with a nod and a smile, after another few weeks it was "hello," and after another week or so it was "how are you?" That was followed in the forthcoming weeks by longer chats as we worked the machines, chilled in the hot tubs and steam room, had a coffee or a juice after our work out, a meal after the gym and eventually a fuck at my house.

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She was feeling a little nervous as she arrived. Mistress Heather, as she was known in the D/s community, was still a rather young girl of 23. She had been a practicing Domme for a little over 3 years, however most of those experiences were in the confines of a few of her college relationships. It had only been for the last 9 months that the blond haired Domme had sought more professional experiences with true sub girls.

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She is beautiful. Everything about her is exotic. With long, dark hair, deep brown eyes, full lips, luscious breasts, a flat stomach to accentuate her curvy hips, long legs and well-manicured feet, she is a knock-out. "What a lucky man I am," I think while I watch her dress. Even after ten years of marriage, I still lust after her.

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"You're a grown woman. You can do this. This is not a hard task." The naked woman in the mirror did not agree. Kate tried a new tactic. "There's nothing to be nervous about. She's just a woman, for God's sake." The naked woman in the mirror looked out at Kate as if Kate was nuts.

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When the Black Death swept through her village in central Germany, Brigette didn't really understand the changes it would bring to her life. Indeed, no one was prepared for the chaos that arose from nearly half the village not being able to work – and then beginning to die. Suddenly it seemed that everyone was sick and everyone huddled in their homes, afraid of human contact. But it came home to her when her mother and older brother came down with it, and then both her younger sisters the next day.

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Bodies entwined... skin sliding against skin... slick with sweat... legs tangling together... hands exploring... lips tasting... moans of pleasure... a whispered voice... "... Madison... " The room was in near darkness, only the glow from the hearth cast shadows on the wall. Through the sheer drapes of the bed she could see two bodies, locked together in passionate embrace, their movements sensual and rhythmic.

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The woman sat in the semi darkness of the living room. She softly replaced the phone in the cradle, and sighed. Her husband was on the road. He was a long haul trucker, who was on another long haul. She made her way down the hallway, which was lit by a small night light in case the kids had to get up in the night. She peered into the first room, and saw the small figure of a young boy snuggled down in his blankets.

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It was nineteen eighty seven. I was nineteen and my eighteen year old sister and I had visited my father in Dubai where he was stationed with the airforce. We had a wonderful three weeks there and were travelling back to the U.K via Heathrow Airport at 2 a.m. when we were arrested. When we reached the Customs area we were called aside and our luggage was searched thoroughly. Whether we were stopped by design or simply chance I don't know.

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