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My wife was preparing her lunch for work as I finished my morning coffee. I was home for a few days after another long stretch away at work. I had arrived late the previous evening after she was asleep and tried my best not to disturb her as she had a full work day ahead of her. We hadn't been able to spend much time together lately and we both needed some time to reconnect. "Any plans for today?" she inquired. "Just catching up on what I've missed over the past few days."

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She couldn't wait to put it in his ass. She bought the strap-on almost on a whim; she had been walking by Good Vibrations and saw it proudly displayed in the window, almost like it was begging her to come inside. It was black and good sized. The light made it seem shiny. When she touched it, the silky smoothness had her hooked. This was her cock.

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My last boyfriend broke up with me because I was "too aggressive." Our society expects women to be passive during sex. I have never wanted to be a woman who just lies there, passive and moaning, spread-legged like a frog on a dinner plate. I love to be on top. I always straddled him and put my hands on his forearms so I could pin him down, and then I pounded my pussy into his crotch. When he got close, I'd slow down and go up and down in long, teasing strokes to finish him off.

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Wine, Peg's father used to say, is a double-edged sword. As a child, she'd puzzled over how anything liquid could be simultaneously solid and with a sharp edge no less, but now she knew better. The lowering of inhibitions, the loosening of tongues, the enhancement of whatever mood you happened to be in -- these were the actions of wine, for good or for ill. Inhibitions kept you from doing or saying the things you might regret, but they could also stand in the way of trying something new and exciting.

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I hear a car horn. I am out of the house in a moment. The front door slams behind as I take the front steps two at a time. When I reach the car, I open the passenger side and slide into the seat. "Hello, birthday boy!" she says. The soft orange glow of the streetlight doesn't illuminate much, but I see she is wearing a plaid mini skirt and a white shirt. She has neglected the top three buttons.

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I had just began to really find myself sexually by my 3rd year of university. I had found out that I love anal sex, especially with myself and my ever growing set of toys. I had found out that I am a squirter and I learned complete control over the muscles that allow me to cum over and over on will. And while I had not had very many men in my life I had begun to be more comfortable with the fact that men do in fact find me attractive.

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Whether it's her finger in my ass while she gives me one of her fantastically intense blowjobs, or her strap-on shoved inside of me as she makes me her bitch, I just love it when she gets to work on my ass. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, she goes all out. I just can't get enough of it; I love every aspect of the act.

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I stood in the shower, allowing the hot water to caress my body in an attempt to wake myself up. The thought of another long day at work wasn't helping the situation, but at least it was Friday. "Get through today and enjoy the weekend," I thought.

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I didn't think that I quite understood what I had just heard. My face must have been quite red and Brittany admittedly blushed as well, realizing that she had just said. My lovely, nerdy young tenant and neighbor (her husband and she leased a home from me) had just propositioned me in a way I couldn't quite forget.

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It's ten at night on a Wednesday and the bar is packed. Its ninety five degree tonight so I'm sure that probably has something to do with it. Walking up to the bar I excused myself as I pushed between two people. On the one side is a balding overweight older guy wearing a polyester leisure suit. But on the other side is what I can only say is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

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