They were friends - good friends - the kind of friends who had known each other for ten years and seen each other during the good and bad times of their lives. He had lusted after her since their early teens, but she had never looked his way twice...until now.
It was in the heat of summer and working late nights in the store had taken their toll on the slender redhead and she was longing for someone to come in and give her a night to remember.
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So there was a few years ago in my marriage, that I lived in this duplex. It was in the back streets of a small old neighborhood that was slowly transforming into a Chinatown. Nowadays the transformation is more complete than it was then. Like I said we lived in a duplex. I was 38 then my wife was 32. A little more about us, I am a tall drink of water so they say. 6 feet 4 inches tall lean and hard muscled. My hair has patches of premature silver spread evenly throughout against my mostly black hair.
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"Come here."
I've been watching Sarah for the last few minutes. My book closed on my finger, marking my place. She's been, I don't know, bopping? Fiddling? Fussing? Not really doing anything, just, waffling around. She's barefooted in jeans. So,
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I couldn't believe this was the guy I'd be working with. I stopped in my tracks at the doorway and furrowed my brows at the script.
TWINK: [Needs to be expressive, bubbly, seductive, cute]
The description listed all of the stereotypical roles of a twink, but this guy sitting beside Dave—or should I say on the same couch as Dave, as they were by no means near each other—was anything but. Dave insists upon introducing his actors in his house beforehand, to sort of break the ice in a relaxed atmosphere (instead of an awkward first meeting on set).
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Ella shifted in her aisle seat uncomfortably. It had been a long flight and there were still a couple hours left. On her right sat two hefty middle aged men, snoring obnoxiously or chewing on snacks with their mouths open, their pudge and arms spilling over into her seat.
She had tried sleeping, listening to music, even reading, but nothing caught her attention and the flight was dragging on so slow. She sighed, wishing she was in New York already.
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This time when he kissed her there was something different about it. Something more behind the pressure of his lips on hers, one of his broad hands splayed across her lower back, pulling her against him, the other on the back of her neck, controlling her movements. She shuddered when his tongue pressed past her teeth, licking like flames inside her mouth, and she opened her lips further to accept his assault. She didn't know what had brought this on;
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What can I say? I love anal! I really do! I don't even know how I grew to love it. It just happened. I remember seeing it for the first time in a video and thinking it was interesting. Before I knew it though, it was in every other video I watched.
I mean, I love regular fucking as well, but there's an animal quality to anal that pussy fucking can't seem to reach. Think of a woman's vagina and you're thinking of something sacred.
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I hadn't seen Mick in over ten years. But those blond curls, the muscular shoulders, even from the back I knew it was him.
"Hey stranger..." I said.
He turned to face me. Time stopped, just for an instant, and then he smiled.
"Hey back." I had forgotten about that grin. Sexy, cheeky, it could get him out of absolutely anything. "It's been a long time. What are you up to these days, missy?"
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"Her legs look like a road map! Their cover in veins." He tells me angrily.
"You use to say it was a road map to paradise." She says hotly.
"Yea then I followed that map and ended up in Death Valley. There are places there you could get out of with a GPS and a four wheel drive!" He screams back at her.
If you can imagine this is the kind of things I listen to for a living. I get paid to help people get through their marital troubles.
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I was watching a hot, nasty porn tape, dick in hand, having a perfectly good solo time one Saturday night at my new place. I'd lived here just a month after answering an apartment-sharing ad Jimmy had placed. He had a nice, spacious two-bedroom spread in West Hollywood that he needed to share with someone, and the rent was good.
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