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Z's Walks a Truck Stop Z came to visit me. I live in a much smaller town than Z. We don't have the theaters like she does but she brought her sexy outfit anyway. Had a fun warm up at my house. We haven't seen each other, since the last Theater visit, which had been a few weeks ago. I treated her to a great elegant dinner with wine.

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Fireworks burst in the night sky overhead and a menagerie of costumed men and women push past me on the crowded street. The inebriated celebrants shy away and let me pass when I glare them down with my practiced 'Do Not Fuck With Me' face. It takes quite a lot of practice to get it right when you're a five-foot-six woman. I scan the crowd and regain sight of you as you turn down a wide stairway and into an underground concourse. My lips can't help but curl up in a smile.

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I run a mid-sized fitness club where I employ a staff of personal trainers and fitness instructors. Staff turnaround is always an issue, just like virtually any industry, although I do have a few staff members that have been around since the grand opening twelve years ago. Occasionally I will have a former staff member stop in and pay me a visit, a situation that I often find quite awkward.

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His cock felt too big, too hot. It was stretching me open, invading my pussy in a way that made me feel so violated, so controlled. I was panting, trying to adjust to the intrusion, even as he started to fuck me with long brutal thrusts. My grip on the rail tightened til my knuckles were white, my pussy spasming as I tried to accommodate his girth. Oh god, why was this happening again?

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She was so drunk. She thought the girls that brought her along were her friends, but they weren't. If they were, they'd have never let me drag her away from the fire. I was a gatecrasher. I hadn't expected to be at any party, I didn't really know too many people in this city apart from my house-mates. I work at a local drive-through liquor store. Late one night a bunch of immature, loud-mouthed lads came through and told us about a beach party they were going to.

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It was my senior year playing women's basketball at a State College. My name is Lindy Clarke and I was one of the starting five. We were a good team, but a little short to excel in the conference playoff tournament--just suburban girls having a good time. We all could dribble, and pass and play defense, but we were outmatched in spite of our athleticism and good coaching.

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Okay, where the hell am I? I must have made a wrong turn somewhere... how do I get out of here? This must be an abandoned part of the hospital... nothing but empty exam rooms around here. "Hello?" I turn around and see you standing there. "Oh, hi... I think I'm lost, " I say. "I think you are too... this area is off limits, " you say, but you are smiling. You are really cute and I find myself appreciating the way your curves fill out your little nurse's uniform.

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Sometimes in life we become so lonely that we are willing to do most anything to fill the void. Frequently we do things that are risky and foolish. Often our high risk actions come with unexpected consequences. Clair Davis woke late that Saturday morning. As she sat up she looked at the digital clock sitting on her nightstand. The red numbers displayed ten thirty.

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In my 30s, I worked for a company in the east coast for several years. During the time, I met a young woman named Bonnie. She was a Chinese in her early 20s and an entry level staff at our company. We had some occasional flirting, but most of the time we kept it professional, especially with the fact that I was her supervisor. However, that all changed one drunken evening on a business trip. We both had a little too much to drink and wrecked each other in my hotel room that night.

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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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