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"Ever wrestle before?" It was an odd question to come out of nowhere from someone I had just barely got to know. I stopped walking and looked down at my skinny frame for a moment, then back to the face of my college schoolmate.

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Jason Walters, 178 pound high school senior and wrestling phenom finished showering and changing and grabbed his gear to head to the parking lot and go home. As he passed the wrestling practice room, he noticed the light was still on and the door was open a crack, so he pushed it open to see his coach bare-chested, in just his shorts and bare feet, doing takedowns with an imaginary opponent.

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I got the bug to write this story last night and finished it quickly this morning. I don't use an editor so normally I'll put stories away for a period of time and then pull them back up, read them objectively, and correct errors (there always are some). But lately I've tended to put away unfinished stories for a loooong time before finishing them, or put away finished stories and then later decide to write more. So this time I decided to give it a quick once-over and then publish. I apologize in advance for any problems with spelling, grammar, sentence construction, or continuity. Happy Summer 2015, y'all.

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Feeling the butterflies rise in her stomach, Penny tried to distract her mind by looking out of the window as the train rattled along; after travelling for more than an hour, she was now just ten minutes from her destination, Glanford, which was the next stop. Nervously drumming her fingers on the table, she was now seriously having second thoughts about going through with today, but it was too late to back out now and besides it had taken her a while to arrange it and get the money together.

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"Ready ladies?" Olivia asked us both as we kneeled onto the yoga mat-covered section of her basement. I sat down on my heels and stretched my arms behind my back and neck while Liz waited. She seemed a little impatient. She was sporting a light blue sports bra, with light grey cotton shorts. Her medium length chestnut hair was tied into a low ponytail. I had on a light grey sports bra, which was still not containing the size of my breasts properly, and dark grey spandex shorts. My long dyed red hair was tied back into a bun. We were both barefooted.

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It had to be fool proof. It had to seem like she came up with the idea and executed it, not me...so this is how I ended up in a full-fledged, nude wrestling sex-fight with my mom! I started spamming her email address from remote locations, all different emails, all porn related. Then one day I spammed her about 35 times with the title: "How I Wrestled My Son Naked" hoping she would open it. It wasn't until two weeks later that I realized she did.

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My eighteenth birthday didn't feel very different to me. It was a Wednesday and I still had to go to school. My family wasn't going to celebrate my birthday until the weekend so I really wasn't expecting much. A senior in high school, I hadn't even gotten a date yet. The most I had done was make out a little bit with Mary Jane Kapinsky at a party. I was resigned to just another ordinary day.

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It was several months after my wedding that my growing but still largely unconscious suspicions finally emerged into a realization: I had a rival for my husband's affections. It was surprising, given how grateful he had seemed—after all, Eric had won a bride almost half his age—but I knew that he was possessed of a powerful sex drive and a taste for novelty and adventure.

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When I got out of the Army, I went out on a high, so to speak. As a member of a Special Forces team, I enjoyed not only the duty itself--always in the thick of it, behind enemy lines, flying to this hot spot or that revolution--but I was proud of myself. I did my duty, served my country, maybe saved a few lives (by taking out a few terrorists). 

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My name is Melody and I have always enjoyed struggling, with men. In fact the more intense physically, the better. Not violence, just the battle of his irresistible lust versus my immovable resistance. Perversely it turns me on. I get all wet and stimulated. My first boyfriend sweet-talked the pants off me. At 19, I lost my virginity in a cloud of lust and naivety.

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