When I first came to terms with the fact I was attracted to women, I did the typical thing. Internet porn was in its infancy, but I was a teenager with nothing but time to learn. I bought magazines as well, flipped through the bare, enhanced, airbrushed breasts and landing strip pussies, and never really got that thrill. I knew I liked women, but these... mutants barely registered on that scale. "Feather your hair, open your eyes as wide as possible, smile wide. Wider. Okay, now, pretend like you're playing baseball and you forgot your uniform pants. Perfect!"
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I started or ended many of the next few days looking at the photos or examining some aspect of the video I found particularly arousing. I will confess, I made several trips to the ladies' room to tease my clit into climax recalling our activities that night.
The pink shirt situation was little different. The warmer weather was starting to see some more colorful golf shirts come out of people's closets.
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PRELUDE
Coleen entered my office and sat in one of the chairs at the small conference table. It was time to conduct her performance review and I had the prepared documents on the table. I closed and locked the office door and then I put the door brace in place to guarantee that we would not be interrupted. I turned toward Coleen and she smiled at me knowing what was to come. I spelled out the approach for the morning.
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I was sitting at my desk when I heard the familiar tap tap on my cubical wall. Not having a door means you make do with whatever approximation you can.
"Mark, I need you to go to Japan for me," my manager said.
I looked up from my monitor. I had been engrossed in a riveting and fascinating technology brief (not!), and welcomed the interruption. Even so, though, it took me a second to register what he said.
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So, here's a story you perhaps don't hear every day. It's a true story, but it has a couple of layers, so allow me to explain some of the moving parts. I'll try not to ramble too much so we can get to the juicy stuff. My name is Max and this happened to me. Sometimes I still can't believe how it all played out. I work at a small business in the hospitality industry.
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The next day, Sam sat at his desk trying to work, but every time he shifted in his chair the feel of the silky red panties caressing him drew his mind toward other activities. He hadn't seen Melinda this morning yet. Maybe she wasn't here today, he thought with a shock. He almost groaned aloud. God, he hoped she was here.
Sam continued working for another hour before closing up his files and folders to go to a meeting. He couldn't even remember what it was supposed to be about. "Oh geez!" He did however remember that the meeting was to be held in conference room B.
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I have written previously about the time that Dave, my boss, seduced me while my husband was away on a business trip. That was the first time I had extra-marital sex. Despite the initial guilt feelings, the sex on that occasion had been so erotic and stimulating that I could not refuse further escapades with Dave. What made it even more exciting for me was that sex with my husband also got better – probably as I became less inhibited.
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I had been back at work on Monday, but Blake didn't act as if anything had happened. I guess I should explain. I had tricked Blake into taking me with him on one of his business trips by telling him that the escort service couldn't provide anyone and I volunteered to go instead. I expected to do whatever I could to secure a renewal of the contract and make him proud of me.
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It was time, once again, for my annual physical with "Doctor Bob", as I called him. A genuinely nice guy who was always easy to talk to, but I nevertheless felt nervous about the questions I needed to ask. Given that I told him all about the unusual sex life that my wife and I share...I certainly had no reason to be shy about anything.
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Karen glanced at the clock, frowned, and realized she had probably missed the director of accounting by fifteen minutes. It was 6:45 in the evening, she was hungry and stressed, and this folder of papers was promised to be on his desk before he left the building. She picked up her phone and dialed the extension of his assistant. Three rings ... four ... voicemail. No one there. She pushed the handset hard into the plastic cradle in frustration, slid her feet back into her high-heeled shoes beneath the broad oak desk and pushed up from her tall, black leather seat.
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