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Maria knocked on her son's bedroom door. "Matthew! It's Sunday. Time to get ready for Mass." Without waiting for an answer, she swung the door open. Matthew was lying on his bed, naked, sporting an enormous erection. "I'm ready for you to help me get ready, Mom!" He leered at her with his evil, lascivious grin. Maria sat on the edge of the bed, and traced one finger up and down the underside of her son's cock. "How would you like it today, baby?"

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I recently moved into a brand new duplex located not far from where I was having a new house built. Even though my new house was going to be ready in six months, the duplex was only available on a yearly lease, so I took it. For the first couple of weeks, no one lived on the other side, but then a young couple moved in.

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I was feeling dejected. The latest girl I had asked to the Sweetheart Dance, had rejected me out of hand. At twenty-two, I wasn't a bad looking guy it's just that the local Monterey women had plenty of men stationed at Fort Ord from which to choose.

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The eMail surprised me, to say the least. I had been posting erotic, sexy stories on the Internet into an old "usenet newsgroup," a system that doesn't even really exist anymore. On occassion, I received comments about my stories, many of them complimentary, and gratifying.

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Scott Griffin pulled his blue Ford Mustang into a parking space just to the left of the loading dock of Stonewall Hall. At least six cars were battling for spaces closer than his to the door in the loading area, but he didn't care. He was only a little farther away but he could walk his bags in the little extra distance. He wouldn't have to deal with the pushy parents and students in the area as well. College was something he looked forward to, but people in crowds drove him crazy.

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I pulled up outside her house and Maria climbed off the pillion. Her racquet was slung across her back and she reached behind and pulled it over her head. She was smiling; in fact she never stopped smiling except of course when I tried to put my hand up her dress. Then it was, "Please stop; I don't want you to. Why do you always have to spoil everything by being dirty?"

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Being a virgin at 20 didn't make Chelsea a prude, but she was definitely in the minority amongst her peers. She was sitting in her room, musing on why "it" hadn't happened yet and could definitely come up with a few reasons, none of which were the traditional ones. No, she wasn't saving herself for marriage - god that could be years from now -- or never! Neither was she waiting for just the right guy -- at 20 she was pretty sure he didn't exist.

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"What exactly is the problem?" Laura almost screamed. "I have the money and you have a service that I am willing to pay for. How can there be a problem? I'll pay double." The look on Martin's face infuriated Laura. It wasn't arrogance, but it was his insufferable confidence and that she seemed so predictable. The infuriation was aggravated by his ability to make her feel her behaviour and reaction were always wrong.

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"You like it that way, baby? You been keeping secrets from your man?" I hear your words from the hall, where you stand, having pushed open our bedroom door. I left it a bit ajar when I lay down, knowing you were at work, never dreaming you'd come home early and catch me at my afternoon play. Or did I?

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My roommate and I would always play "dare" games. Usually they were just harmless things like "I dare you to say hi to that guy" or "I dare you to ask that guy to dance" while in a bar. However, sometimes, it would get a little racy, like daring each other to flash some guys in a car on the freeway or something. But one time, we did something so outrageous that it is worth submitting.

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