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We had a plan. I was to be taken to a hotel, tied up, gagged, blindfolded and left alone until my man returned bringing with Him our guest, a man I had never met face to face. This was the first time we had invited someone else to play and I was a little nervous, no, almost terrified was a better way of describing how I felt but so very excited. We had discussed having a fun session with a stranger who would fuck me and use me while I was bound and gagged. That was about the extent of it though. The real turn on for me was for it to be rougher. Much rougher.

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I was at university at the time, and like all students I was finding money very hard to come by, not having rich parents, and not getting along with my mother. She had wanted me to marry this nice lad, but he wasn't for me. I was doing media studies, public relations, and arts. I thought I had the looks to get on in those fields. I had done some modelling when I was a bit younger, so I thought I might be able to get into that.

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Lisa struggled against the uncomfortable position, but it was no use. Her head was stuck through one hole in the pillory, and her hands through two others. She was standing, and her ankles were trapped as well, leaving her forcibly immobile in a bent-over position.

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It had been too long. I hadn't had sex for over a year, and I was starting to feel deprived. My friend Sarah noticed that. "Girl it's been too long! You need to catch up with me!" She was right. Beautiful, sexy Sarah, fifty-something years young, and she was partying harder and getting more action than anyone else I knew.

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I was sunbathing in my back yard, watching the boys doing yard work. Charley was my neighbor, an 18 year old who helped me out sometimes. He was sweet, and always was nice to me since my husband had run out on me. Ex-husband, excuse me. It felt weird to be divorced at my age. 27 years old. It wasn't like I deserved it. Of course not. It wasn't my fault.

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It was just a few weeks after Linda's 18th birthday, and her big sister Kathy was home from school. "Are you sure that you're ready for this?" Kathy asked. Linda looked at her with anticipation. "Yes, I said I was. But I don't know what to expect." "I don't want you to know. But this should answer some of those questions you ask me." "About what?" Linda asked. "I hope it's the sex questions!" she giggled nervously.

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I had been divorced for about a year before I went to my first singles get together. It was held at a local bar and restaurant in town. The bar was closed to others and only those that attended the singles meeting were allowed in. I did not know what to expect since I had never been to one of these meetings, however I needed a break from the normal bar scene.

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A shapely chestnut-haired girl frolicked through a meadow with careless ease, her long red hood trailing behind her as she carried a basket full of pastries on her way to her isolated grandmother's house. Unbeknownst to her, exploring the deepest, most wooded areas of the forest, there was also a young man. A young man who suddenly came upon a path, which he followed to the very same meadow filled with tiny purple flowers.

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You have to understand this: despite my lover's sexuality and beauty, she tends to hide her light under a bushel in public. She rarely wants her physical appearance to be the center of attention. It's a long story as to why this is so, and perhaps that's a story for another time. Suffice it to say that she reminds me of a line from the movie, Moulin Rouge:

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Ann and I were on the last night of our summer holiday. We decided to go to a classy club offering an adult orientated show for our last night away. Normally Ann would baulk at going to this sort of place, but she seemed to be very relaxed from the holiday and possibly all the good sex had left her a little more receptive and more adventurous. It was quite a sophisticated club so we dressed smartly.

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