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The taste of Kourtney's tongue tasted so good to Lauren. She stepped back slightly to look at the beauty standing in front of her. She smiled and then trailed kisses down Kourtney's neck. The smell of her skin was intoxicating. Lauren licked all the way to her nipples.

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I thought I'd tell you about my dream/fantasy/nightmare for a story tonight. My dream starts out with you out in town at a cafe, and an Asian woman coming up and whispering in your ear, "Hi Handsome, you like get lucky?" in her Asian accent. Of course your dick immediately gets hard as you look at her beautiful face and tiny body. Her tits are huge compared to the rest of her, and your dick is harder than its ever been before.

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OUR OWN PASTORAL Scaramouche123 Forbidden love in three acts All characters are of majority at the time the sex takes place. ACT I -- The Stranger I was seven when my mother died of complications from a fall she suffered while we were hiking the Appalachian Trail. I was devastated and thought my world was ending. My father had been killed during the last days of Desert Storm, a few months before I was born, and as I was an only child of a single parent who herself was an orphan; I stood at the abyss at a far too early age.

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Out of all the social functions I attended each year my favorite by far was Caroline Carson's annual summer kickoff party, held every June at her twelve room plantation home on the river. Caroline's parties were legendary in savannah's social circles; she picked the guests personally for each party.

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My pussy is so wet right now. Just thinking about being fucked up the ass has me so wet. I like all the work it takes to get my ass open and ready to be fucked. Wet, lubed fingers sliding in and out while my pussy is being massaged by a stiff dick. Then a butt plug: large and stretching. Makes me moan in pain/pleasure. My pussy dripping. Your dick sliding in and out of my wetness while my ass is opening.

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Even at the time, Karen had known she would regret it. But she was young and she was broke. And even though she hates clichés and knows that they all say "I did it for the money," this was the case. At the time she was eighteen years old, straight off the farm, desperate to study in a big city with a big school with an even bigger tuition. Karen was smart – smarter than this particular decision would make her appear – but she was also driven to succeed, struggling to know when to turn back, and when the offer to make a couple of girl-on-girl videos was presented, she was too far gone to say no.

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Her name was Torrie and I fought her before. I easily beat her in a catfight and ended up fucking her in the ass and making her orgasm in front of everybody in the club she danced in. I figured she'd never want to see me again. Imagine my surprise when I got a knock on my door and opened it to find her standing in the hall of my apartment clad only in a black leather overcoat and heels.

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It was one of those typical Saturday afternoons - Terri and I were sitting in her kitchen talking about girl stuff. We had been best friends for about a year. Our husbands worked at the same advertising agency. They were off golfing and her and I were catching up.

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It was a Saturday night, during the Christmas Break and Sarah and I had nothing to do. I actually had a bit of work to get done at my apartment for my business, but, I had been putting it off to spend more time with her. When she got home that afternoon, she suggested we go out, grab something for dinner and run down to my apartment to get my project done, which she volunteered to help with. I really didn't feel like working, but, if it was an excuse to spend time together, I was in!

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When I turned on my computer this morning, I had an e-mail from a woman with whom I went to college. The message included an invitation to come and spend a weekend in Atlanta. Fortunately, my husband would be in Europe the weekend she suggested. This would be perfect. New Orleans is only about a ten hour drive from Atlanta. And it had been a while since I'd seen the scenery along the way. A late spring drive would be just lovely. I e-mailed my travel plans and counted away two weeks.

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