I mostly cruised the personals because that's how I got my kicks. If I was feeling sexually frustrated, I would leverage the vast power of the internet for the grist that kept the wheels of my libido turning. Still images, movies, erotica, text; it was all there and in every niche.
Like all solitary perverts, I fantasized about having a partner who would fulfill my personal needs. But I was a miserable romantic partner and realized, at my core, I was a lone degenerate.
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"Bugger," Sharon tilted her laptop backwards and checked underneath, half expecting to see its innards hanging out. "Piece of shit computer."
Marcus finished chopping the onions and through teary eyes checked out the computer.
"What did it do?" he asked. "Did any message pop up?"
"Nothing," she said and forlornly pressed the power button. "And yes it's fully charged."
She mashed at the keyboard before slamming down the lid and pushing it across the kitchen bench.
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"Haven't you ever wanted to push your limits?" you ask me one warm Saturday morning. I stare at you in the mirror as I brush my teeth, my eyes wide and eyebrows raised. I suspect you're about to propose something for us to do and I can hardly wait to hear what you have in mind. Lately, your ideas have been getting more brazen. I don't know how you're going to top last Saturday night. Portions of what we did are illegal in 9 states I think.
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My wife and I had been lying in bed talking after a round of great sex. When I say great sex, I mean great sex, which is what we usually have. On rare days, its no sex at all. A bad day is good sex, and on good days it's spectacular sex. This had been a normal day, which is to mean it was great.
"Mmm, I love you, honey," I murmured as she rolled off me.
"I love you, too," she answered. "I also lust you." I laughed at that.
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Jen's tight little ass was fully on display. My friend Tom reached for the thermometer as I gently rubbed a little oil around the rim of her asshole. I had Jen's beautiful body across my lap with her cute little butt pointing up in the air. Jen looked slightly over her shoulder as Tom gently placed the tip of the plastic thermometer at the entrance to her asshole. The rim of Jen's ass contracted a little in anticipation. Tom playfully started to tease the rim of her ass with the thermometer, pushing slightly in then out.
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My gut tightened as I walked down the line of tents to Sergeant First Class McNundic's green hootch, For a long time I had felt nervous around him. I had no reason to, really – I was a 2nd Lieutenant in the US Army, and he was a noncommissioned officer in my platoon. I had no reason to be nervous around that guy!
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"Do you want another drink?"
"No thanks man," I answered with a dismissive wave of my hand. "I think I'm done for the night."
"Oh come on!" Ryan goaded. "Don't be a pussy!"
I just laughed and shook my head at my friend's persistence.
"Fine," I responded in resolution. "But only if Kate has one too."
Ryan cocked his head in the direction of his girlfriend who was seated on the couch beside me, her legs pulled up under her body. His expression revealed his desire for all three of us to continue our night of drinking.
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Grace Discovers her Sister's Secret Sordid World
The summer I finished my first year at university was uncharacteristically long and hot. A golden sun blazed down from a cloudless, crystal clear azure sky and baked the ground until the grass scorched and any unattended flowers shrivelled in the heat.
It was a perfect time for me. I was nineteen and a full year at university had shown me life beyond school and the tight borders of the small, rural English town in which I had grown up. With little to do before the new term began, I had almost four months of free time stretched out before me.
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Christian sat in the back of the class, his eyes glued to the back of his teacher's skirt. She wasn't really his teacher, just a substitute. Every once in a while one of his normal teachers would be out sick, or take a personal day, and nine times out of ten he'd walk into the classroom and there would be Miss Anderson. Sometimes one of his buddies would have her in an early class, and they'd let him know at lunch what he would be looking forward to.
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When I was a little girl, my dad worked as a carpenter. The company he worked for was like one big family; we'd get together for nearly every holiday for picnics and parties, all the parents and all the kids. There were about ten kids around my age, both boys and girls, within five years either direction. We'd hang out together, keeping each other out of trouble, just being friends.
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