When the doorbell rang Laura Carpenter had just finished drying her hair after a shower. Throwing on a thin robe, she peeked out from behind the living room curtains. As her eyes focused on the woman at the door, she involuntarily caught her breath. This was certainly one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Her outfit was very businesslike, right down to the leather attaché case.
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"That wouldn't do for you at all!"
Steph jumped as a hand reached out and pulled the red and black corset from her hand.
"That's tawdry. You're way too classy for that!" the girl repeated.
Steph turned to see the critic. A tall, elegantly pretty girl stood beside her. A gamine face, tip tilted nose, a wide mobile mouth and very large blue eyes smiled merrily at her.
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Jennifer sat in the coffee house, waiting. Her hands kept touching the cup in front of her or her hair - reflexively adjusting it, stealing glances at herself in the floor to ceiling window by her table. Men walked by with furtive glances. This was new. She got her share of attention – early thirties, slim, pale blue eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair just like she wore in her early twenties.
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The car drove along the tree-lined lane to a house overlooking a lake. It was a large house with several levels of decks at the rear.
"It's a beautiful house, Tiff," Ashley said, taking in the beautiful flowers that were expertly laid out in the lavish gardens.
"Yes, it is. Mike is a very successful lawyer here. He has been my client for about two years now," Tiffany, the taller blonde answered.
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"30 seconds until this lift is closed," called out the lift attendant as the two skiers made their way through the corral to board. Taking position, they sat down as the seat swung around behind them and shuffled close to one another as they brought down the safety bar.
Glancing back, Dean noted that they were the last ones that got on the lift. "I guess this is the last run for the day then," he said, smiling at Beth. "Probably a good thing too given how cold it is, I don't want my dick turning into a popsicle!"
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Our legs were intertwined and each time we would grind our private parts together, the bed in the dimly lit room of the cheap motel would make at least one loud squeak, loud enough to almost drown out the John Coltrane music from next door that was loud enough to drown out our moans and screams.
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It had been over a week since Alana had had her first bisexual experience with Rene, and Rene had been bugging her about it ever since. While Rene had a sex-drive that wouldn't quit and was openly bisexual, Alana had always been more conservative when it came to sex. She had tried some new things recently--things Rene would have considered ridiculously tame, like surfing Internet porn--but even her willingness to experiment was held back by her inability to land a date. Before, she had been just frustrated by all this. Now she was somewhat confused.
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Anne, I am ready for Mrs. Abbott now if you please."
I really love my job for the most part. I am responsible for the selection committee for graduate studies at a large Mid-western public university.
Admissions is highly competitive, but this was a first for me.
We have the phenomenon of "helicopter parents." But that usually ends in the second year of college when the student asserts some individuality.
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I was in my first year at college. I was lucky in one respect to be living at home with my parents. It saved having to rent somewhere and as I needed to study it meant I didn't have to work in bars or as a waitress in the evenings. My boyfriend Pete was sharing a house with three other guys and as he had his own room we found plenty of time for sex.
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There's something about reading other people's stories, I keep thinking is that real, did they really do that? It's so much hotter to read something that really happened. So I thought why not tell one of my own true stories.
It happened last Christmas, after a friend's wedding. It was late and the other guests were mostly gone. We'd stayed up drinking with some Army officers, in no hurry to get back to our room in the hotel.
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