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I got a call from Rachel and she was upset, her and Adam had gotten into a huge fight, she had tried to get a hold of Randy and couldn't, so she called me. She had had enough. She couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to come out here for a while to get away from all of it. She had no where else to go, and needed out. The problems was, was that she didn't have the money to come out here.

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I'm 32 years old. My divorce was finalized about six months ago (no children). I consider myself to be good looking man, am in good shape, have a good high paying job, and somehow managed to keep my large house in the divorce. Prior to getting married, I had had sex with two women. My wife and I had a decent enough sex life before things fell apart, though certainly nothing interesting enough to write about.

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Imagine a mental hospital - not the realistic environment, more like what you see in movies like "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest." There was a large room where the inmates could gather. The nurse's station was next to it. There was a wire fence over the window, so the nurse was protected, but could see and hear what went on. Next to her station was a wire gate, locked.

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Brooke was a wild child and she grew up to be a wild woman. Brooke was a blonde haired green eyed beauty. She had grown up with money and had been spoiled rotten. She had rebelled and done drugs, got tattoos and multiple piercings much to her parents' dismay. She loved to experiment sexually and if she enjoyed the experience she would try it on friends and lovers. Brooke had a body that both men and women enjoyed. She worked out regularly to keep her body tight and fit. She had a sweet ass and an ample bosom.

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I was standing in the airport waiting for my best friend. I hadn't seen her in about 5 years. Both of our jobs were demanding, and it took up most of out free time. But recently, we both got jobs that allowed us to work from home, and making better money. With these jobs, we could work from anywhere. So there I am, standing in the airport, watching for her.

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I don't think I will ever forget that weekend I spent at Meg's. It was the beginning of summer, and I had a couple of days to kill in the city before flying back home. Meg had decided to stay and work for the duration of the summer at the museum, and so she'd rented this small one bedroom apartment downtown. It was the coziest little place you ever saw, and we both had a grand old time decorating it;

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She walked through the door, and every head turned. An air of confidence followed her as she strolled through the crowd. She smiled and the room lit up. I was studying a painting until she came up behind me. "Pondering the meaning of this painting?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

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Like many Literotica contributors I get a number of personal feedback messages from readers -- a few are full of bile; but most are constructive and positive. Some have ended up in me in corresponding with readers and other authors fairly regularly. This is a story of how correspondence led to more than that - an afternoon and evening of debauched sex.

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SUNDAY It was my third time in England and the big British Airways jet came in over London and touched down at Heathrow thirty minutes early. As usual, it seemed to take almost as long to taxi and disembark as it had to cross the Atlantic, but finally I made my way with the other passengers along a carpeted corridor with a one way mirror at the end and came out into the baggage area. I had my laptop, as usual, and a bottle of Scotch I'd bought at O'Hare.

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"Hi, honey!" Kara's sexy voice said on the phone. "Have you got anything going on today?" "It's still early yet," I sleepily replied. "I'm not sure. What did you have in mind?" "It's a beautiful summer day, I thought I'd have a pool party. Just a few of us and, you know the rules - no suits allowed." She knew exactly what to say to pique my interest.

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