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His arms went around her as she walked out of the bathroom fresh from the shower, and she squealed and thrashed, kicking her feet as he effortlessly stripped the towel from her body while holding her off of her feet at the same time. "Connor! Put me down!"

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He hands her a towel as she steps out of the shower, taking her hand and helping her down as though she were a princess exiting a carriage. Steam obscures her body, her porcelain skin red from the heat of the water. Without a word, she presses her body against his and he holds her in a contented embrace, savouring the scent of her shampoo on her wet hair. They breathe each other in, enjoying the warmth of skin on skin.

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As the car idles in front of the school, in line with all the other parents waiting to pick up their children, I take out my phone and call you. "Hi, baby," you say, the tension in your voice coming through the line clearly. "Do you need something?" "I was just about to pick up the kids and thought I'd see how your day is going and if you wanted something special for dinner. Is Michaels still breathing down your neck?"

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Several weeks had passed since Steve Bryant had finished his physical therapy and checked out of the rehab center where Sarah had been working since shortly after New Years. The weeks had passed uneventfully, which was a relief after the nights she had spent being fucked by her older patient. She hadn't really come to terms with everything that had happened to her over the past couple of months, but after her second night with Mr.

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I can't say that I hadn't thought about it before (like all the time since I was about thirteen), but my actual first exposure to lesbian sex was straight out of a porn story. At 18 I was one of those annoying kids in high school who are into everything: student council, running track, in all the plays, on the newspaper staff, you know the type.

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In all honesty, I've never been an openly accepting or versatile person. I grew up in a traditional, Christian family, and was always the pretty little blonde in the second row of pews at Sunday service. I played with my dolls, had mock tea parties, braided hair, and had sleepovers every Friday night. I was the epitome of the wholesome girl-next-door image.

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Oh god, I was so horny. I was watching dirty movies whenever I wasn't at school, I was masturbating for hours every night. I'd sit in the lecture hall, twirling a shiny, jet-black curl of hair, eyes not registering my pathology professor droning away. While my classmates scribbled notes furiously on either side of me, I would be concocting daydreams filled with big cocks, silk sheets, and the wild animal humping. I had been fantasizing about sex so much I was hardly paying any attention to my ten classes.

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Wow! Where to begin...... Well, I guess I can start from the beginning. I am a straight, married woman. But I have always had a secret desire to experience intimacy with another woman. And until recently the thought of really persuing my desires was just a wild taboo fantasy, that would always be just a fatasy! Well, I was wrong!!

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The basis for this story is autobiographical, but I do make changes with names of individuals and some of the content to make the story flow more smoothly such as entering the minds of characters to reveal possible thoughts leading up to their actions.

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Alone. For the first time he could think of in a long time, Brian was alone. Since it was a long weekend his wife, Teresa, and their baby daughter had gone to visit relatives in Michigan. And Brian was alone. He was in his late twenties and recently discharged from the Army after eight years of service. Army life was OK, but Brian didn't want to make a career of it.

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