05.02.2020
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I'm sitting in the black leather chair as usual. The leather cool against my thighs. I'm dressed in a very short black skirt, a skintight low necked black top, black fishnet stockings and the main event: my six inch black shiny stiletto heeled shoes. I cross my legs and swing my foot impatiently, acutely conscious of the light reflecting off my shoe as it makes its arc through the air.
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30.01.2020
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To find the full background leading up to this story readers should read "The Dinner Dance" -- my previous submission. Otherwise a brief summary is as follows:
Geoff, my husband, is now completely impotent as a result of an accident he had some time ago, and so his one wish in life is to see me happy. In order to achieve this he almost encourages me to have a good time, and makes no objections to my having other men friends if necessary just so long as I remain medically aware.
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23.10.2019
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"Excuse me Miss, but... blah, blah, blah" a man spoke to me as he grabbed my wrist as I walked past him.
"I'm sorry?" I replied, turning to face him. The music in the club was so loud; I couldn't hear everything that he was saying.
Still holding my wrist, he bent forward and whispered in my ear, "I said that you have amazing breasts!"
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18.10.2019
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Linda Jones was in the grocery store picking up a few things when she saw her friend Lisa Miller and her son Tommy. Lisa was supposed to come over later in the afternoon with a few friends for bridge club. "Hi Linda," Lisa called out, waving at her in the produce aisle. "Tommy, you remember Mrs. Jones don't you? Be a good boy and say hello."
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19.09.2019
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Summer 2012: Beating the Heat in DC
It's early July in DC--and already unseasonably hot and sticky in the nation's capital. The heat wave is unbearable with temperature in triple digits and everyone is seeking relief, even at night. My name is Han-Na, a Korean-American working in DC for a multinational company based in Seoul.
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29.08.2019
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Hi. This is my story. My name is Suzanne and I'm 37 years old. I live in Manchester in northern England. My first husband was a steady man but unexciting and once I left him for a fling with a more exciting man. But it didn't last and I went back to the marriage. Our marriage was our parents' idea and we were married at 20. He just wasn't an imaginative lover and not suggestive. Then he died after an accident at his work, so I was widowed in 2002 at the age of 28. I met Andy after about a year and we were married on my 30th birthday.
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29.08.2019
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We all have dark secrets locked away in the deep recesses of our imaginations, those of you who have read my earlier work will already know that I possess some deep dark fantasies.
I have been lucky in the past that some of my wildest fantasies have actually come true, including this little story that has fulfilled my ultimate fantasy and, as they say, fact can sometimes be stranger than fiction. Well you’ll have to decide for yourself.
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21.08.2019
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When I took over as chair of the office social committee, I was not aware that one of the tasks I'd inherited from the previous chair was helping the boss set up for the company Christmas party that he hosted at his house. It wasn't something I should have had to do, but the previous chair had set a precedent that I was then obliged to uphold. It wasn't all bad, though, since the party was on a Saturday night and they offered to let me get ready over there rather than having to run home and run back.
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27.06.2019
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There we were, Alex, Joe and myself, 3 co-workers on a weekend break to Brighton, England. We were to be staying at Joe's friends farmhouse for two nights to get away from the city life and enjoy a few days fishing and golfing.
I was driving, heading along the highway when Alex asked "is it a big house, where are we going to sleep?"
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25.06.2019
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Dave stepped back to admire his reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the wardrobe door.
"Not bad," he nodded approvingly as he scrutinised his naked torso, "not bad at all."
He stroked his downy chest, sucked in his belly and flexed his arms. Yes, definitely the remnants of a six pack on his abdomen and his biceps were well defined. A little excess weight around the waist maybe but for a man in his forties, with precious little time available to frequent the gym, he looked pretty good.
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