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I force myself upon my girlfriend about twice a month. Such a statement sounds so cruel and negative I am obliged to explain it. Ours isn't a common situation and the explanation is quite lengthy. But I want to write about it, as I believe explaining the details will help me feel a little less guilty about the most exciting sexual relationship of my life.

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I wouldn't describe myself as square exactly, but I was not the most world-wise 19 year old. I lived at home with my Dad and spent more time studying than getting up to regular sorts of teenage mischief. I was still a virgin. I'd had some limited experience of sexual practices but never more than a series of fumbles with girls who were as shy and inexperienced as me. When I started hanging out with Rebecca and Todd however, all that started to change. My name is Henry, by the way.

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I knew he had been planning something unusual for several days before he broached the subject - there was just something in his manner that suggested he was thinking, analyzing, and preparing some new exploit. It's one of the things I love about him - he's always working out new things to try and new experiences for us to share. He finally came out with his latest idea as we were rinsing the dinner dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.

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"Holy shit, Tori. Look at that!" My friend Ben nudged me and nodded his head in the direction of the pretty brunette walking our way. I had been having fun flashing a few of the male shoppers in the mall. It was a common noontime practice for me, even when Ben was with me.

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It had not been a normal morning for Hollie Matthews ; it was more like surprising! She'd gotten the kids off to school in record time and even had some minutes to spare for her hair and make-up. Then as she drove to work it was odd that every light was green, and when she pulled through the drive-thru at Dunkin' Donuts, there were no cars in front of her!

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It was my good friend, Kara's boyfriend's birthday and a big group of us were heading out for a night on the town. I didn't really know her boyfriend, Levi, very well but I was in dire need of a night out. Before running out the door for my taxi, I gave myself a once over. I'd gone for a short black skirt, with a black scoop neck top that showed off my ample cleavage. I also had black, silk stockings on as it was a bit cold with black ankle boots. I looked pretty, damned good if I didn't say so myself.

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We had known one another for about a year on that hot summers night, when I was just relaxing in the house, hanging out with Cathy and sitting in the garden drinking wine. Six of us were due to start sharing a student house in the Autumn of 2003. We'd all met in halls, all got along and decided to not go for the more intimate house shares, the twos and threes, of some of our friends, but instead to rent a large, six bedroomed "party house" in the middle of the town.

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Joan, my wife, had taken a summer semester course of golf back in college and for some time now I've urged her to come out with me. I figured we would be able to spend more time together that way. Recently she surprised me by taking golf lessons. She started with our local course's female golf pro, but after only a couple of lessons she came home and told me the woman had left and she was switched to one of the male pros.

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Amelie had no idea that it had leaked. Not until everything started. She entered the subway carriage and as was her habit on the way home from the lab, ignored the empty seats and took hold of the overhead rail. She liked to stretch her legs, to ride the sway of the train, to loosen her taut muscles after her lunchtime squash match and too much sitting in the afternoon.

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When she came down to greet me at the lobby of her dorm building, nobody -- not the security guards nor the other students nor the people passing by on the streets -- could have guessed what was going on. I was in a suit, she in a sexy (but not slinky) red dress that made the red in her hair pop. They'd have thought we were prepared for a classy night on the town (as classy as college students could afford, I suppose). If they had been paying close enough attention to her knowing smirk and my short, fearful breaths, they would probably have known something else was going on.

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