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It was really hot in the restaurant as we sat around drinking Sangria and working out way through steaks, nachos, and spicy wraps, everyone trying to talk to someone down at the other end of the table. The noise in the restaurant was making the rafters ring.But I wasn’t bothered about that. My colleagues around me were having a mini food fight, drinking and getting very tipsy, but I was concentrating on the man opposite me who was grinning at the antics of our friends. His lopsided smile was dark, dangerous and I felt lust stir within me, something I hadn’t felt for a very long time. He had dark hair, almost black, his skin tanned olive and his eyes a deeply stirring, melting brown. In his black shirt, open at the neck with his grey silk tie loose, he looked deliciously inviting and not a little sexy. He was practically radiating ‘come get me’ waves and the majority of the women but for our drunken colleagues were casting surreptitious looks at him, their eyes wide and luminous. He radiated masculine strength in his broad shoulders, muscular under his expensive silk shirt, the strong legs and rock solid ass through his conservatively pinstriped trousers. His jaw was strong but not broad, widening to high cheekbones and a Roman nose above the hint of stubble, which seemed to be at odds with his businesslike dress. He was breathtakingly masculine and, dear god, he was winking at me.All I knew him as ...

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So here I sit in my faded red t-shirt and my tight Levi’s waiting in anticipation. I've been in the library almost all evening. I was hoping my curvaceous brunette study partner would be back again tonight. The library couldn't be more ready for us. Now that most of the finals are done the library is empty up here on the third floor. All of the rooms are empty and there is not a soul nearby. It's just me sitting here with my impatience. I bide my time with my iPod and a book, looking as occupied as I can. Hopefully it won't be much longer until our rendezvous; I still haven't really been with a woman in so long that I don't know what I'd even be able to do. Let's hope I'm not rusty.When I had just about given up hope and was about to call it a night, I get a light two-fingered tap on my shoulder. There she is, the long-legged girl of my dreams."I almost didn't expect you to-" She cuts me off with a finger to my lips, urging me not to speak. She takes my hand in hers and leads me to the same room where we first encountered each other’s bodies. She looks back as I'm looking longingly at her tight denim covered butt. "Still see anything you like?" she teases, this time with a strong and fierce smile on her face.I reply as last time: "I don't see anything I don't like." ...

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It was a normal night. I was lying in bed, watching Seinfeld. I felt one of those down-low tickles. Did not think much of it, it happens often enough. It happened again a few minutes later, more intense...almost urgent. I was tired, did not really entertain the notion of masturbation. Not at first anyway. The room got very cold, my nipples immediately standing at attention. Oddly enough, not everything was cold. I had goose bumps, but deep in my loins the temperature was rising. My t-shirt suddenly flew up, bunching around my neck. A sickly sweet, almost pungent odor filled my nostrils and my mouth began to water. My vaginal walls tensed and slippery, hot juices dripped down my inner thigh. I tried to sit up, but it felt like there was something holding me down...binding my wrists over my head. A cool breeze was flowing up my now almost nude body. I felt an odd sensation on the top of my thighs...almost a light pressure. The pressure moved from the top of my thighs, to the inside of them. My legs were slowly and gently being spread apart and it was out of my control. The cold air against my wetness and swollen clit was exhilarating. My eyes were closed; I had no idea what was happening but I knew it felt amazing and I embraced it. The feelings became more tangible. It was no longer a cool breeze I was feeling, but undoubtedly a cool touch. I opened ...

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The Piano Warehouse, the UK's largest piano realtor, is a very dull place to work. Especially if you don't play the piano. It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon in London, and I was left alone to manage the store myself, which wasn't a problem because there was absolutely no one around, and I was completely bored out of my mind. Now, don't get me wrong, every once in a while some poor old bloke would come in and wander around the cold, modern showroom, ask a price, and after hearing their answer, would quickly make their exit. To say the very least, I was in a foul mood. I sighed and lifted my legs onto the desk, in a very un-ladylike fashion, and leaned back in my very uncomfortable, black, leather chair, and closed my eyes. Twenty minutes later, I heard someone enter the showroom; I didn't even bother getting up this time. "Excuse me miss? May I play this piano?" a man's voice echoed from somewhere in the store. I didn't even have the decency to look up at him. I did, however, put my legs down from the desk and straighten out my skirt, which had slipped down to my hips. "You wouldn't buy a car without test driving it first, would you?" I said rudely. He didn't answer. I heard him lift the key cover, clear his throat, and begin to play. He was surprisingly good. It was then I looked up. He was handsome. ...

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Heartache of the harshest kind Out of the blue Losing your identity Two beings no longer one Will the pain go Will they feel it too Melting thoughts now memories A silent loss only I can understand

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He wakes needing to pee. Pausing for a minute he is lost, then he remembers: he is in an apartment. He makes his way to the bathroom and he sits to pee, not wanting to fully wake. He sits there as the aching in his arms and legs remind him of the long lovemaking session the night before. His heart skips a beat, as he knows she will be in the bed naked from their last exhausting fuck.
He returns to the bedroom, the first rays of light come through the curtains and he can just make out her body partly covered by the duvet. Fully awake now, he eases himself gently back on the bed so as not to wake her. He rests on his side, the weight bearing on his elbow. She is lying face away from him and he can see her soft smooth back. He runs his fingers down her spine softly. ‘Please don’t wake up yet,’ he thinks.
His mouth moves to her shoulders, his tongue parts his lips and he gently runs his tongue along her neck and the curve of her shoulder. He feels her move slightly and takes his mouth away; at the same time he moves the duvet away from her so that all her body is exposed to him. He knows what he wants now, he wants to make her think she is dreaming aboutwhat is happening to her and to see ...

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The Piano Warehouse, the UK's largest piano realtor, is a very dull place to work. Especially if you don't play the piano. It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon in London, and I was left alone to manage the myself, which wasn't a problem because there was absolutely no one around, and I was completely bored out of my mind. Now, don't get me wrong, every once in a while some poor old bloke would come in and wander around the cold, modern showroom, ask a price, and after hearing their answer, would quickly make their exit. To say the very least, I was in a foul mood. I sighed and lifted my legs onto the desk, in a very un-ladylike fashion, and leaned back in my very uncomfortable, black, leather chair, and closed my eyes. Twenty minutes later, I heard someone enter the showroom; I didn't even bother getting up this time. "Excuse me miss? May I play this piano?" a man's voice echoed from somewhere in the store. I didn't even have the decency to look up at him. I did, however, put my legs down from the desk and straighten out my skirt, which had slipped down to my hips. "You wouldn't buy a car without test driving it first, would you?" I said rudely. He didn't answer. I heard him lift the key cover, clear his throat, and begin to play. He was surprisingly good. It was then I looked up. He was handsome. ...

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Once we had cleaned up and Tom andGemma had left in a taxi, Claire and I spent the rest of the night fucking like rabbits. Our horny encounter with our best friends had driven our lust through the roof. In the cold light of day when we awoke I wasn't sure whether or not the previous night’s proceedings were a good idea or not. Claire and I discussed it over breakfast and the look of satisfaction onher face told me enough anyway.
"So do you think we should get together again then?" I asked.
"Yeah, but this time let's not be so drunk and high. It was good, but while it was happening it was all so detached and surreal. I want to really enjoy it next time,” said Claire. I agreed and said I would call Tom to make arrangements for our next hook up. We wouldn't have to wait long, no longer had Tom and I agreed that we both wanted a repeat performance we made a date for the following Friday night at their place. To say I was eager for Friday to come round was a massive understatement and it was made all the worse by Claire insisting I wasn't to have so much as a wank in between.
"I want a full sack emptying over me whenwe get there!" she said. It was going to be a long week.
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It was Halloween night. I know it's a cliché, but it really was dark and stormy, with not a trick-or- treater to be seen. My husband was away on business and I was completely alone in the house. I'd shut the drapes to block out the storm, but there was no escape from the thunder that rattled the windows and the rain that pelted the roof. I like rainy nights by the fire with a good book, but not stormy ones like the one that Halloween.
The power went out. Typical. I decided to go to bed and hopefully sleep through the worst of the storm. It took me forever to get to sleep. The bed seemed huge and the sheets glacial as I huddled underneath them and tried to ignore the storm right on the other side of the windowpane.
I fell asleep only to wake suddenly at the sound of glass breaking. We live out in the middle of nowhere, so I wasn't especially alarmed. It was more likely to be a tree branch than an intruder. Besides, what kind of brazen thief invades in such a noisy fashion?
Figuring I'd better go see the damage, I got out of my nice warm bed and padded barefoot down the hall. I saw almost immediately what had broken, evidenced by the drapes of one of the windows blowing inward with the storm as rain pooled on the floor. I could see whatever it ...

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Scott knew he shouldn’t do this, but the thought and temptation had been getting too much and now was the perfect time to do it. Alone in the house, safe in the knowledge that he would be alone for hours to come, now was the time, and he slowly started to climb the stairs.Scott wasn’t sure how his mind had wandered onto such a strange fantasy, but as his mind had wandered he became more and more intrigued as to how he would feel and a number of times had felt that familiar stirring in his shorts. Scott reached the bedroom he shared with his wife Melissa, closed the curtains and the door, and began to undress. Naked, he walked to Melissa’s underwear drawer and opened it, staring down at the kaleidoscope of colour, materials, and styles.After carefully looking through the drawer, he chose a simple white satin thong, feeling its smoothness against his legs as he stepped into it and pulled it up to his waist. The bolt of excitement shot through him as it tightened against his balls and ass. Scott made his way to the bottom drawer where Melissa kept a couple of toys – nothing too raunchy, enough to add excitement – and chose the simple, smooth, small vibrator, which he placed on the bed in preparation.Next Scott went over to Melissa’s wardrobe and opened the door. Before him was an array of tops, skirts, and dresses that accentuated her perfect body. She had a lot of ...

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My husband and I were swinging types for a while. I was in a horny mood, I don't know why I even asked but I did. It made the night a bit more interesting. In spite of my flirtations, my husband wasn't as responsive as usual. He's usually a guy that jumps right into any invitation I give him, but he just didn't seem too into it that night until I approached him with a question. I asked ever so sweetly after he seemed more interested in playing some game on the computer, "Darling, I wanna get fucked. Can I go out and get fucked?" Usually when we swung, we were together and I thought it was the way to get him off the computer and pay attention. I wasn't at all expecting the reaction I got, but it was what I wanted and more. He looked at me with a look of pure lust and smiled. "How bad do you want to go out and get fucked?" he asked with a sly smirk. I nibbled on the edge of his ear and replied, "More than anything in the world right now." "If you want to go out and get fucked, I expect you to start here first." His answer only slightly surprised me and it was what I was going for all along. I didn't really care about going out; I just wanted his attention and for ...

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I pulled my car into the driveway. It hadn't been a great at work, but things were looking better now. Jack wasn't home. I could take a bath, and get ready for his arrival. It was Friday night and he always brings someone home to share me with on Fridays. Tonight he had promised to bring home Candy, one of the strippers at his club. Candy is amazing looking, and I have to admit that I have wanted her for quite some time. She is only a little taller than me, very tan, and blonde. She has that fake-boob Pam Anderson look down to a tee, mmm yummy!I took a long bath and shaved my pussy. I wanted to make sure I was 100% smooth. When I was through, I began dressing for the night. No panties tonight, and my tits would be bare; just a pink garter belt, back stockings and an impossibly high pair of black T-strap heels.I dozed off and was sound asleep on the bed when Jack came in. I could smell the whiskey on his breath when he woke me."I got a surprise for you Melissa. Know how I been wanting to watch you with another girl? Tonight's your chance."Jack has watched me with a lot of girls, but it’s so much more fun for both of us to pretend he hasn’t, and he knows that I like to be “forced” to do things."Candy, come in here," he called out to the hallway.Jack grabbed me ...

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I always dreamt of having him. I knew he was taken – I was taken. Somehow I always assumed it wouldn't ever happen. I knew that my chances were so slim they were almost non-existent. I knew all of this, but still pursued him. I knew what it could to do my marvellous relationship, but still made an effort. I loved the way he looked at me; I could feel his eyes trickling over my body, his desire meeting his uncertainty, forming such a lustrous gaze in his eyes. I knew he wanted it and I loved it, so I made sure I got that attention. I’d dress sexy for barbeques or parties. If I knew he was coming over I’d pretty myself up and smile at him longingly when he arrived. He must’ve known; he had to have known. Girls don’t gush if they don’t mean it... At least not this girl.My boyfriend came home from work on Friday with a huge smile on his face; I was confused as to what he might be smiling so brightly about, when he told me that there was a work barbeque that night. He got into the shower and I started thinking... What would I wear? How would I do my hair? I’m the type of person who likes everything to match up, from my head to my toes, and for this reason, I always get dressed first. So after spending time picking an outfit, I got dressed and hurriedly put my ...

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Caroline closed the door behind her and walked towards the desk at the far end of the large room. The man sitting behind it smiled as he watched her coming towards him. He was in his late forties, a diminutive figure, with thinning grey hair. He was also slightly overweight. In contrast, there was a certain elegance about the beautiful 19-year-old girl; she had an air of maturity about her, and with her stature she would not have looked out of place on a catwalk.

“Is this the file you want, Mr Bradshaw?” she asked him, flicking her long black hair over her shoulders.

His eyes were not looking at the file but at the girl. She wore a red blouse and a black flared skirt. Her tights were black and opaque, and she stood tall in her black high-heeled shoes. He looked her up and down again and then looked at the file. “Bring it here Caroline.”

She walked around the desk and stood at his side as she placed it down. She watched as he opened it and flicked through a few pages. “Yes, the Morgan contract,” he commented. “This is what I want. Thank you,” he added as he suddenly placed his hand behind the back of her knee and stroked her.

Caroline nudged him away. “I don’t think that is in my job description as your PA, Mr Bradshaw!” she told him, tired of his inappropriate touching since ...

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I didn't see much more of Stella that day; she was out doing shopping and other errands, and I was trying to knuckle down to my studies. I barely noticed the day pass, so engrossed was I in my books. I forgot to have lunch, even, and was surprised to see that it was nearly 6pm when I looked up at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the living room. Outside, behind the glass windows, shadows of trees were dappling the green of the lawn. I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on for a cup of tea. And I remembered Ana. Lovely Ana. My beautiful, blonde, adorable girlfriend. I wondered what she was up to over in Norway, whether she was studying too, or whether she was out partying. With friends, maybe? Male friends? I felt a pang of jealousy. Also guilt. I had only been away for a few weeks and already... I had a flashback of this morning: Stella lying back on the kitchen table, my tongue deep in her cunt, her lost in orgasm. Cumming in my face. The wet flesh against my mouth. The sounds she made, as if she was losing control. Almost screaming with pleasure, her knees clamped around my head. I realised I hadn't spoken to Ana for a couple of days, and picked up my mobile to call her. As the phone rang I picked up my mug of ...

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When I was twenty-four, I met a masseuse named Jennifer who worked for the chiropractor I saw for treatment. She was thirty-six years old, and very attractive. I have always looked much younger than my age. I am a short man just under five feet six inches. I’m lucky to be thin, so when I started weight training in high school, I was ripped in no at all! Now at the age of fifty-three, looking younger than my age is a big plus! I still work out and take care of my body.
The first time Jennifer massaged me, she asked if I went to the local high school! That was a little embarrassing, and I let her know that I had graduated that high school seven years earlier. She apologized and said that later in life I would appreciate looking younger than my age. I was a little nervous during that first massage. At that point in my life, I really didn’t have a way with women. My inexperience was obvious, and having a confident, very attractive older woman put her hands all over my body was a little intimidating. She really put me at ease, asking me questions about myself. She seemed to show a sincere interest and she kept me talking, which stopped my mind from wandering into sexual fantasy. Over the next couple of months, I never misbehaved while she massaged me, it was strictly therapeutic and she was a complete ...

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Back when my husband first began to hint that he might like me to have sex with other men, I must say I was a little confused by it. I had been brought up to assume that being married meant that I would never be able to consider such things, and still stay married that is. I was very happy with my marriage to Joe and wasn't interested in risking it for anything. That is not to say that I was never sexually attracted to other guys. I just considered sexual fidelity to be an inescapable part of the marital arrangement. That began to change when we had our first experience swinging with another couple. One night after going out dancing with a couple who were our best friends at the , we ended up coming back to our place and swapping partners for the night. We had all had a little too much to drink which certainly helped it along. Nevertheless, all of us were well aware of what we were doing and sincerely wanted to do it at the time. Surprisingly enough, that first experiment worked out very well, considering it was the first time for both us and the other couple. We all had a lot of fun with it. The next day, once we got over the initial shock at what had transpired, all four of us were very happy with it and excited about the possibilities in ...

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Jenn had recently found out about one of her husband’s fantasies and was dying to make it come true. Larry had, on many occasions, successfully fulfilled some of her desires and she so to return the favor. This would take serious planning because Larry hated to go out after working all week, but she was sure she could pull it off.Larry’s fantasy was to make love in a public place. They often had wonderful sex on the front and back porch of their house. He wanted it to be a bit more voyeuristic, a bit more exciting. Jenn decided a movie theatre would be the perfect spot and for a number of reasons. One, it was some what dark and secluded, so she felt comfortable trying this out. Second, he had worked in movie theaters as a teen and young adult and knew all the ins and outs of most of them. This would be a good way to reminisce. Jenn wasn’t too much of a “do it in public” kind of girl, but if it involved getting her husband hot and horny, she would do just about anything. When he gets hot and horny, Jenn knows she is in for a really wet, wild and satisfying time.First thing to arrange was a babysitter for the kids. That was actually the easy part. The next was to pick a movie she could convince Larry to take her to ...

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It was a nightmare.No, it was a train wreck.No, it was worse.It was a nightmare about a train wreck.Jake could not believe that he had let this happen.He had always promised himself that under no circumstances would he allow himself to be in a long distance relationship.It just did not make any sense.He couldn’t even maintain long distance friendships.How was he supposed to be content being tied down by a woman that was a thousand miles away?
Nonetheless, here he was.He had dated the girl of his dreams on and off throughout undergrad and he had broken up with her just before graduation, in large part because he was leaving the state to go to a prestigious law school over a thousand miles away.At the time, he thought he was making the right decision, and on days like today, he still wondered if he hadn’t been.It’s hard to say why Jake couldn’t have stayed single for longer.He was living extravagantly at a law school in New York City, burning his student loan money on drinks and cigars far more often than he would admit to his parents.He made friends quickly and flirted with a number of the girls.He absolutely loved being surrounded by so many brilliant and beautiful women.But, nothing could ever really replace the feeling he’d had for Kelly in undergrad.
Kelly was his first serious girlfriend and still the only girl that he had ever made love to.It was a sore spot ...

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I sat in my office, the radio on low in the background playing a series of listener's requests. This suited me, the diversity of tastes. What it didn't do, unfortunately, was take away the stack of paperwork I had to trawl through. Mail received that morning, outstanding forms to be filled - the usual government-issued mandates. Sighing, I picked up an official-looking letter to open just as the phone rang. I reached out, jolting my cup of coffee with my elbow. "Shit!" I said down the phone, reaching under my arm to grab the cup to save it from spilling everywhere. A soft laugh reached my ears. "That's no way to impress someone you're looking for a loan from!"

OH NO!! Damn! My financial adviser! I laughed nervously. "Sorry about that, I nearly drowned my paperwork in a drop of the dark stuff," I said, mentally kicking myself. My dad had always told me that I should "always show respect to my elders and betters, AND" - he always added on the end - "people holding the purse strings when you're desperate for the cash!" Funny guy, my dad. "Don't worry about it!" came the reply. The voice down the line had me picturing the owner of the voice as being just the sort of tall, dark, handsome stranger that had invaded my fantasies ever since I picked up my very first romance novel many moons ago. ...

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