03.05.2021
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Secrets are one of the things that I love about being married. Some of the best secrets that my wife and I share with each other are, of course sexual ones, and that makes them special. I guess we're both pretty average looking and no one would ever guess that we are as intensely sexual about some things. And that includes some of our closest friends.
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14.04.2021
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Why was my best friend telling me this? God, why couldn't he keep his mouth shut?
I sat back against the hood of his car and sipped on a beer. On Javier's front lawn was a grill and flames were shooting up from the charcoal we'd just lit. We were both nineteen. I don't remember how the topic got started, but the sentence I've committed to memory was:
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28.01.2021
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June 1
7:38 p.m.
I'm already fucking sick of this and it's just begun. It's been 13 hours of staring at trees and houses and highway...for what? To get to some stupid resort where the boys can swim and Allen can bitch about how expensive everything is. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and my husband, but the boys could just as easily swim in the neighbor's pool and Allen can CERTAINLY just as easily bitch about money at home. Besides, I really didn't wanna go on this vacation.
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26.01.2021
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Like a lot of people I never enjoyed trips to the dentist. I don't have a phobia or anything but it certainly was not something I looked forward to coming around on the calendar. That was until my dentist recruited a new nurse.
Jenny is in her early 20s, about five foot two inches tall and has brown hair that she keeps neatly put up in a plaited ponytail.
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10.02.2020
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The sound of the bell ringing after third period was a reminder for the four girls to hang back and get their favorite teacher to sign their academic reports so the volleyball coach knew they were okay to play. Letting the other three go before her, she waved as they headed off to fourth period as she held the page out to the teacher. He was, hands down, the hottest teacher on campus, all the students thought so.
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18.11.2019
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The summer after I graduated from college I crashed on my big sister Trish's couch for a few months. What else was I supposed to do? I had earned a bachelor's degree in anthropology, which translated to no money and no job prospects.
She had a little house in the woods outside the town we grew up in, and she said I could stay there as long as I needed. She'd mentioned something about having a boyfriend, but I didn't realize until I got there that he was pretty much living with her.
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16.10.2019
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My name is Lisa. Stupid way to start out a story, isn't it? Oh well, this is hard for me. So bear with me. I come from a typical family, I have a typical job, I have had typical boyfriends, and whatever other uses of the word typical there are, they apply to me. Your average girl.
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22.03.2018
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It was a brisk Saturday afternoon in Newport, Rhode Island. The wind blew slightly as the strong sun beamed down on the many shoppers frequenting the stores in this quaint New England town. Being August, tourists were everywhere to be seen. While most were there just for the weekend, some had owned or rented summer homes.
In a slightly more secluded area, away from much of the hustle and bustle of the streets, two women sat at a patio table outside a small Italian café.
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25.02.2018
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When, Sally, who had worked for my employers ever since she had left school but, having been redeployed, was to me, the new receptionist, I really took notice. She was an extraordinarily pretty, slim lass, with long blond locks, sparkly blue eyes, a pert nose with a cutely bulbous tip, slightly younger than I and, unfortunately, possessed of an engagement ring that she displayed with, considerable, pride.
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24.02.2018
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You sit there bending over your work, and then you stretch, you lean back on the sofa with your arms behind your head and fluff up your hair, and I see your nipples jutting out in excitement through your bra, through your shirt, and then you say,
"I must make some tea," you leave the room. I pause. Mustn't leave too soon after you, the two events aren't connected. Some day she will notice, but if I'm careful, not today.
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