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The weekend after my first trip to the preview booth was really boring. I went to go see a movie with a friend that Saturday night, but all I could think about was going back to the adult bookstore. I went home after the movie and played with my new toy, but it didn't compare to the real thing. I wanted more. Even after I came from my toy, my pussy was still throbbing wanting a real man inside of her.

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Unknown to Sue, I planned to share her with whoever sat with us. So, while watching her dress for our trip, I'd insisted she wear a tiny front-clasp 1/4 cup bra with lacy top that fit loosely and barely hid her firm, tall nips above the cups. Instead of the correct 33A bra, she wore a 32B and specially adjusted the straps.

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The cold wind whipped at me as I walked up the street, Kindle in hand, only vaguely aware of my surroundings. I had just left the office and was heading back to my car, parked a few blocks away, and beginning to regret not bringing an umbrella as the rain started to fall. Regretfully I closed the Kindle's cover to protect it.

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Jane squirmed in her seat. She hoped the hostess wouldn't notice her shifting in place. Jane hoped no one would detect her lightly bruised lips as the evidence of the rough kissing wore off. She looked over at Tom, who was staring at her with a twinkle in his eye. He knew just how uncomfortable she was feeling. And he loved to see her fidget and wriggle.

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It was a hot summer day when Eric suggested they go out for a good meal and maybe dancing. Paula loved to dance, she could shake her ass better than most and had a ass most like to watch being shaken. With her long blonde hair and large breast she could still turn heads. She looked through her closet and found the little black sun dress she knew would show off her body and would make her man horny as hell.

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I want to tell you all a little story about a former fuck buddy of mine. I'm using the term "fuck buddy" here relatively because we never technically fucked per se. Suffice to say that I met a crazy girl who did some crazy things with me. OK, I'm being too vague now, and I'm probably confusing you. Here's how it all happened:

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It's a crowded elevator, in one of those interminably tall city buildings, and you, of course, work very near the top floor. You're being squished between crowds of people. A wonderful start to the day, you think. Suddenly, you feel it. There, again! Definitely more than just accidental contact. A pair of hands is stroking your ass through your skirt. You'd normally be offended, but the contact feels so good, strong, yet tender.

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It all happened during one of those three-day weekend parties - the kind where you take advantage of the extra day off of work to go out and have a bit more fun. Jessica and I had been going out together for about a month at this point, introduced by mutual friends at one of the local bars and we'd just kind of ended up together. Neither of us was a big partier or anything, but we did like hanging out and socializing after a long week, sharing stories and laughs about our day and gossiping about people we knew.

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The cabbie looked at me knowingly as I handed over his fare. I just smirked in return. He knew what a girl dressed like I was , what I was after and so did I. I was dressed like a dirty, fucking slut for good reason -- I was a dirty, fucking slut. I had come to this shattering realisation in the twelve months since my eighteenth birthday party (sucking off four different guys as a present to yourself can bring that realisation you know) and ever since I had realised how badly I craved first sex and then as kinky and as filthy sex as could be imagined.

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The lecture was boring. Even Natalie was bored, and she was delivering it. She looked at the ten faces in front of her, sagging with indifference and incomprehension. Is this what her life had come to? Trying to teach maths to engineering students at a provincial university. What had happened to the bright ambitious graduate she had once been? Here she was, almost 40, still in the same job she had had for the last 17 years, still single, unloved, unlovely, frustrated and bored to death. Is this all that life had to offer her?

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