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I was cursed. Not by the evil witch of the mountains or some wizard living in a cave somewhere. I was cursed by my own parents. I am their first child. They named me after my mother's favorite cousin. What they either didn't know or didn't care about was that he hated his name.

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"Don't think I haven't noticed how Jack looks at my tits when he doesn't think I'm looking at him," Janice told Marie. "Yeah, he's a boob man, can't help it," Marie answered. "Doesn't it bother you?" said Janice, "If he looks at my boobs you know he's gotta check others out too." "Nope, I trust him," said Marie, "When I catch him checking another woman out he always reminds me that he may be on a diet but that doesn't stop him from reading the menu. Besides, we've talked about doing a threesome some day."

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I closed my lips over Sir Guy's cock and pushed his foreskin down with them, my tongue going to opening and flicking down into his piss slit as my mouth slowly took more and more of him inside the moist warmth of my mouth cavity. He sighed contentedly and ran his fingers through my hair. He reached up and pulled my cock down to his lips and started returning the compliment.

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Nanci, I know I wasn't supposed to tell you this. There is this sachet I keep with me, which will be part of the day when I'll finally meet you. I saw it being used in a movie and I plan to introduce it on the first day you'll give yourself to me. I will hide it, away from you prying eyes... on that particular day, I'll make sure we have all the time in the world, the phones will be off, the hotel room door locked, with that "Do not disturb" sign by the handle... alone, just you and me.

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Since my husband passed away a few years ago I haven't been in a significant relationship. It didn't find any joy in going through the process of finding a man, figuring out if I liked him, and if he liked me, and then determining what we both wanted from each other. My marriage with my husband had been fantastic. We got along well and raised two wonderful children. We had a great, although not wild, sex life. We were both very passionate, but not compulsive.

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"You won't have even have to deal with his cock at all," Susan said. "I'll handle all of that. I just need you to be eye candy and help out on the rubdown. And you'll get half." Jenny listened to her college roommate's pitch skeptically but curiously. Susan had been putting herself out on an online classified advertising site for "sensual massage" for a few weeks and had brought back a good amount of money. Now one of her customers was requesting that she bring a friend for a "four-hand" massage, and Jenny was who she turned to for the assist.

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In the distant future, the environment is polluted and people have created societies inside of atmosphere-insulated bubbles. For socio-political reasons, the genders have completely separated and live in different societies. I sat nervously in my chair as her eyes scanned over my charts. Yesterday I had undergone a series of examinations for my yearly checkup, as was required of all citizens. Her cool blue eyes flicked up to mine.

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This is the true story of my first time with another man. I was 31 at the time. Since this time, I've had many hot stories I'm hoping to share, but there is always something special about the first time, right? I was in downtown Dallas to for my work, meeting with some clients there. I was in a nice hotel (Hyatt I believe) and after a long day of meetings, I headed downstairs to grab something to eat at the bar.

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At 19, I was still a virgin and half way through my freshman year at college. I had managed to make a few friends, but had determined to focus on my studies. I was on an academic scholarship while most of the other girls were from rather affluent families and while they accepted me, friendship involved shopping and partying, neither of which would assist me in graduating. I guess I should describe myself. I am 5' 7" tall with blue eyes and blond hair.

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My wife, Peg, and I were invited to my sister-in-law's for Thanksgiving last year and we always tried to accommodate her, first, because she's my wife's sister and, second, because she's a widow having lost her husband in the Iraq War. She and Peg have always been close, there's just a year and a half difference, Janet, being the younger one.

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