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Her name is Kendra and she's my best friend Matt's girlfriend. Kendra is the girl next door and one of the most amazing girls I've ever known. She's also one of the most beautiful. She's a petite little 21 year-old standing at 5' 2" with milky white skin and long auburn hair that she usually keeps tinted various shades of orange and red. Kendra is a hard girl to ignore in a crowd and has an infectious smile that makes you fall in love with her every time you see it.

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I go bow hunting every year, not that I kill an animal each time but it's my time to get away from the modern world. Prior to my hunts in September, I make a few "scouting" trips to see what signs I can find of the elk and deer. In Oregon you can hunt both at the same time with bow and arrow.

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Driving back from the book store I couldn't help but grin at the events of the last couple of days. I'd had a threesome in a clothing store changing room with a clerk and my wife, then I'd just got done making passionate love in the back of my SUV parked in the parking lot of my favorite book store to a pretty young pregnant woman whose name I didn't know.

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"So, come on, tell me!" Jessica looked up at me, smiling, her head resting on the pillow next to me as we lay in bed, our naked bodies still glistening with sweat. Her left wrist resting on my chest, her thin fingers tracing tiny circles as I breathed heavily, having just had an orgasm a few minutes previously.

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It wasn't easy being a young professor at a southern university in the US. When I say young, I mean young. I was always an overachiever, and got my Ph.D at 22 and began teaching immediately. This meant that I was barely older than my students at best. This had the potential for becoming an outright, unmitigated disaster, and everyone knew it. The Director of my program never came out and said anything to me directly, but it was clear he was keeping a close eye on me.

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WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately. Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.

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Mel was thumbing idly through the channels in search of something worth watching when his wife April turned her Kindle over and switched it off. "Honey," she began, "I've been thinking." Melvin smiled benignly and hit the power button 'off'. "Now April," he drawled, "you know how dangerous that can be. Be careful, hon." April stuck out her tongue naughtily. "Ha, ha, funny man. But really I have been. I've been thinking we need a girlfriend."

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It was one of the hottest summers on record and for the small town in central Illinois, that meant July temperatures in the mid to upper nineties was the norm. There were only two escapes from the heat; the air conditioned indoors or a pool and cool drinks. One evening, after a local band had provided some musical entertainment in the parking lot of a local bar and hotel, a group of friends were discussing what to do next. None of them at 10:30, was ready to call it a night.

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Two middle age men walk down a rain-soaked street on a dark night, and a small neon sign directs them down an alleyway. JIGGLE HUT, it reads. A bright red door at the end of the alleyway is well worn and has a big 'JH' painted on it in yellow. Marcus, the taller of the two, pushes it open and they walk in. Dark stale air glows with dim purple light, and bass heavy music throbs. A fat man on a stool that's way too small for him looks them over.

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So there I was again, hanging out in my favourite pub on a busy Saturday night, talking to my buddy Zack, half-focused on him, half-focused on finding a good-looking guy to take home and fuck into oblivion. Yeah, I knew Zack wanted me, and the truth is that I wanted him, too, but neither one of us had ever acted on it. My rationale was: why ruin a perfectly good friendship just because a wet spot formed on my thong whenever I was around him?

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