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The following story depicts plenty of male and female bisexuality, plus several fetishes such as anal, spitting, cum swapping and smoking. If you are offended by the notion of sexual acts between two men, you should skip this story and read something more suitable to your taste. The previous chapter has been revised and expanded. More chapters will follow soon.

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I had come home for Christmas break during my second year of college and decided to get together with a longtime buddy, a guy I'd known since I was ten. He'd elected to go to a local college and was still living at home so we decided to meet up at his place, about five blocks from where I grew up.

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As might be expected, dinner that evening at the DeVries household was somewhat awkward. Christopher picked hesitantly at his pasta, not trusting his stomach. He just couldn't settle down. His heart would palpitate for twenty minutes at a stretch, and just as he'd start to relax he'd think of the delights he might earn in the next few months, and the whole process began again. He was getting exhausted just sitting.

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It's a warm spring morning and I'm sitting with my husband in the patio area of a local coffee shop. The warm air feels wonderful and we sit in a quiet silence reading different sections of the newspaper and snacking on coffee and scones. It's quiet except for the occasional bird singing or car driving past. We're comfortable - comfortable in with our meal, in our surroundings, with our middle age status in life, and in our marriage. Maybe we're a little too comfortable.

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The best lovemaking of my life, was the first. When I was eleven years old we moved from the city to the country. My mother's first new friend was a lady from a neighboring farm. She was several years younger than my mother and had three daughters, one a year older than me and the other two younger by one and three years. For the first several years I enjoyed riding bike and doing other kid things with the three daughters but around the time I turned fifteen I started to notice their mother.

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I've been married to my current husband, Anthony, for just over five years. In a former life I had a boring if not unpleasant sex life; little or no foreplay, no concern for my needs or desires. My former husband pretty much named the time, place and manner and I was expected to give him what he wanted.

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Maybe it began when I was much younger, and easily influenced by adults. Perhaps it began at 18 after watching Sharon Stone during the film Basic Instinct, admiring the way she seductively smoked in the police interview room. But I guess it doesn't matter how or when it started, the fact was I had the smoking fetish.

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I suppose you need a bit of background on me first, to set the scene as it were. My name is Sarah Matthews having married (can you believe it) Matthew Matthews some 10 years ago. To this day I can't believe anyone could give their son a name like that, but his parents - who are perfectly nice and sensible - didn't seem to think it was odd.

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"Did you feel me lover? Did you feel my arms around you at night as my lips melted into yours, my tongue searching? Did you feel me kiss your tears away or hear me whisper against your ear my words of a love that would keep you safe and always be with you? Did you ever hate me for who I was? That I was born one of them?

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Jennifer sat in the coffee house, waiting. Her hands kept touching the cup in front of her or her hair - reflexively adjusting it, stealing glances at herself in the floor to ceiling window by her table. Men walked by with furtive glances. This was new. She got her share of attention – early thirties, slim, pale blue eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair just like she wore in her early twenties.

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