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I waited eagerly for you at the door. Peeking through the small windows hoping you wouldn't see me before you got inside the door. The suit I wore was driving me crazy...so tight and hot. My skin couldn't breathe at all and I was getting sweaty. It felt like the 10 min it normally took you to get home from work was taking far too long.

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Some men do better alone than others. I do better with a healthy female companion who enjoys being active, talking, kissing and touching. However, after "losing" my wife of thirty years to Alzheimer's, three years ago, I found that I was really out of practice as how to approach the "modern woman." I'm healthy, successful and attentive but was not getting anywhere by trying church, "meet and greets," dating sites, bars or hanging out in the produce isles at the super market.

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Part 1: Parking It’s a warm, spring, late afternoon. You’re parked in a very remote spot, overlooking the ocean, relaxing, having a beer after swimming and hanging out on the beach, and getting romantic with Rusty. You slide over on the seat next to him and start making out, getting very hot and bothered. As the sun sets, the sky lights up with fiery reds and oranges, helping to create a sense of passion. He starts running his hands up under your shirt, caressing your boobs, tweaking your nipples.

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The Chairman of the Board of Argent Inc. was a bear of a man and had a reputation as a bully. He looked, when he came through the door of the hotel suite, like both. A bear and a bully. Anil, Usha and I bowed. It was the great man's first time in Singapore. We were staying at the Shangri La Hotel. We had the Moonlight suite. The slide show was set up in the bar alcove, off the dining area. The projector sat on the bar itself, the screen against the opposite wall.

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"Are you sure we can't work something out, Ariana? This is more than a little demeaning, after all." "Demeaning?! I would think it would be more demeaning that a knight can't find enough money to pay his debts to society, as it were. I think you ought to just consider yourself lucky I think you have enough skills to get by without paying for the rent."

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It started as she was showing him round the house, he the first visitor she'd had since she moved here, this person she had once known many years ago and whom she had run into in the street purely coincidently not five days earlier. They had gone to school together long ago, had socialised in the same group of friends there, but had lost contact in the years which had followed, so she had been excited to see him so accidentally and they had exchanged numbers.

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You gotta see your husband's fabulous new office, was the way he'd put it. Even now the words ring in my ears as I masturbate to climax on lazy afternoons. Frank Finlay was Peter's new boss. Peter's my husband -- a kind, good looking, trusting soul. Perhaps it is his trusting ways that are the cause of this.

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Have you ever had the feeling that someone was watching you? I don't mean from across a crowded room. I mean someone watching everything you do. It doesn't matter if you are in a store, or alone in your bedroom, you just get this feeling that you can't describe, you just know, there's someone watching your every move. At first, you throw it off as paranoia. But then, slowly, you begin to realize that it's true. Someone knows who you are, knows your every move, and is always watching.

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"Do you trust me?" I asked looking up at Mike, my lover, from between his legs. My hand stilled on his cock as I waited for an answer. He laughed nervously, "Why?" "Just answer! Do you?" "Of course." I smiled up at him and resumed my slow stroke up and down his shaft. "Mmm," he half moaned and half sighed as he leaned back against the pillows on the bed. "I love when you tease me."

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