Jason stared at Marsha's ass as she leaned over the conference table in her office reviewing the ad layouts they'd been working on. Part of him was admiring her shapely ass, but most of him was still upset over the performance evaluation she'd given him yesterday.
Jason was a 23-year-old artist, fresh out of art school, working for a medium size Ad Agency on the west coast.
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Day 1.
My wife Pam is very pretty and has a nice figure. She is also quite timid and will avoid confrontation at almost any cost. I worried that would eventually get her into trouble, and while I was partly right about that, it turned out to be something totally unexpected that was the dominant factor. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
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I remember the feel of the cool wall as it warmed against my naked skin. The wall was so important, my center and my focus. My breasts were pressed hard to the unyielding surface and I could feel you behind me. With my hands at the small of my back, bound at the wrist with the silk belt of my robe, I ached to turn, to move. This is the first thing I recall from my dream, with your fingertips grazing down my bare back.
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For a special woman
My name is Jackie. I'm in my early thirties and I'm really happy with my home life and my career. I got married a couple of years after college, I live in a nice apartment on the East Coast and these days I am working for a large firm in our IT department.
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I see nothing but blackness. My eyes search for light, but nothing registers. I blink and see absolutely... nothing. In this stifling darkness hands find me. Feminine fingers caress my skin reassuringly.
But I don't know whose they belong to, nor do they tell me.
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All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.
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**TUESDAY 1 to 8 P.M.*
The trio moved through the halls onto the campus. "I think we'll all easily fit in my Taurus," Carter suggested, "I can run you girls back to campus later, as you like." He looked at Peri on his left, giving her a wink.
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She was awakened as she had been so very many times before... By the exquisite feeling of a talented tongue lapping relentlessly between her legs. She had almost come to expect the morning ritual that she loved so dearly.
Her husband Peter always managed to wake in the morning just a few minutes before she and very early in their relationship had taken to waking her by crawling under the bed covers and finding her well-rested pussy ready and waiting for him.
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I was a bit confused when I arrived home from work to find the living room furniture shoved off to one side barring a single chair, and the futon mat spread in the room. A moment's thought decided it must be movie night; we often laid the mat out to allow us to snuggle together while we indulged in a flick or two. The idea sounded divine as my day at work had been somewhat tedious and had felt overly long.
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"What's this?" I say pulling my long silky black hair up and in a loose bun.
"I hope you like shrimp scampi, Ms. Lily," Josh offers. He turns from the stove wearing only an apron and drops to his knees and crawls behind me. It's six-thirty p.m. and my houseslut pushes his tongue the length of the crack of my perfectly-tight bottom all the way to small of my back.
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I pouted as I watched Melanie type away on her laptop. She was so sexy when she was working. She had on her black pajama bottoms and a black sports bra. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and her face wore an expression of concentration. She was an advertising executive at the firm she worked at, and she had to close a deal with some big shoe chain. All of the details were a bit lost on me since I never cared much for business, but she loves it.
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