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I had known Hannah for 12 years; she was a couple of years younger than me but we got on well. Many years ago, teenage lust had brought us together for drunken snogs and gropes in our inexperienced way. It never got beyond that and after a few years Hannah moved away to start university. It was then she met a bloke, lost her virginity to him, and unintentionally got pregnant. Not wanting to have an abortion however, she kept the baby and gave birth to a lovely baby boy - then married her partner. Whilst it wasn't the ideal start to a relationship, Hannah made things work for her new family and all was well. After university she came to back to live in the next village to me (where she was from) and we met up again as friends. We had a common interest in rowing - she was in the women's A crew, me in the men's A, so would often cross paths when going to or from practices. For a couple of months it was purely friendship, but it gradually developed into deeper feelings. After a rowing practice one evening we both happened to be back at the boat shed at the same time and were the last to leave. I was just tying up seats to the overhead racks when I felt her presence very near me. I turned round, our eyes met and neither ...

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He returns to the bedroom, where I’m as he left me: face down on the towels. He opens a bottle of oil containing male pheromones and puts some in the burner by the bed. He watches me start to move on the bed, my senses heightened. He places his mouth at my ear and tells me to relax and trust him. The room is dark but not dark enough, as he slips our play blindfold over my eyes and then rests my head back down on the silk-covered pillow. All the time he is talking to me telling me how lucky he is to have me and how much he loves my body. I feel the massage oil as he trickles it over my shoulders and down my back, and I move and squirm, making some of the oil run off me.

His powerful voice startles me. “Now look what you have done, I want you to keep still. I am going to have to restrict your movement.” I feel him lift my arms. Taking pre-prepared silk ties, he slips them over my wrists, one at a time, and then my ankles. He secures them to the bed top and bottom. I can feel him looking at me lying there so vulnerable, as he tells me: “Relax, my darling, and enjoy.”

He runs more oil down over my back and then I feel his hands start to massage me, starting with ...

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It’s About Damn Time!

She had on just a pair of bib overalls when I parked the truck at the top of her driveway … snug, the legs cut off short. Ample tits spilled out past the edges of the bibs.I snapped the first picture before I even killed the engine… a close-up, just the top of her chest and her face, a Jamaican straw hat.

She sat on a captain’s chair barstool, one foot propped on the top of the deck rail; the other leg dangling.She traced a glass of something cool along her inner thigh, all the way up to the spot where the cut-off denim stopped at the very top of her legs.The second picture was a really tight close-up:just her long slim fingers wrapped around the sweat-beaded glass, the smooth golden skin of her leg, a thin thread of denim … and the flat, soft flesh at the top of her legs, on either side of her pussy, a hint of blond pubic hair.

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I had gotten the phone call on the way to work.“You got your camera?” she asked, didn’t even bother to tell me who she was.

“Sure,” I answered.

“ … I sent that son-of-a-bitch’ packin’ … should have done it years ago,” she told me.Then: “Take the morning off … I wantta play,” her words came out of my phone.

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We had known each other ...

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A light mist was falling as Grace stepped through the front door of the corner deli. Heading over to the drink cooler to fetch herself her usual morning orange juice she heard, 'Good morningMs Grace, how are you this day?'
It was Kevin, the deli manager, givinghis same routine greeting, sounding more like a broken record each time she heard it. She knew he meant well,so shejust gave him her same routine answer: 'Fine, Kevin, and you?' She'd pay for her OJ and headed back out onto the city sidewalks, slowly strolling towards the bus stop.
Catching the bus five days a week had been a normal requirement for Grace. Since she lost her husband Mike in a car accidentthe yearbefore, she was left to take care of herself. She and Mike had been struggling financially and their only car was not insured, leaving her with no wheels and no income. Though she was in grief over the loss of her husband, immediate employment was a must! If not, she would lose her little one bedroom apartment and the memories inside.
As Grace reached the bus stop corner, she leaned back against the red brick wall of the open front produce market. As she sipped her OJ and collected her thoughts, her eyes looked up to the sky. Thankfully, a light rain was beginning to fall and most likely wouldhide the tears that were starting to run from her eyes. Depression had become a ...

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The gurgling water scatters diamonds into the sunlit air. Flat, lush grassy riverbanks suddenly rise upwards to my left and right and the steep valley sides are covered in gorse, bracken, heather and young trees. Over millennia, boulders from the blackened gritstone outcrops have toppled down into the water to be broken up by the seasonal gushing torrents. Several large flat stones jut out over the river and are heated invitingly by the midday sun, while the riverbed is a mosaic of multicoloured pebbles. Several slippery, moss-covered rocks are laid out like stepping-stones to trick the unwary or foolhardy. The map says ‘river’ but my mind says stream: at no point is it more than six feet wide and, where the water slows to a crawl in one of the many tiny natural dams, it cannot be deeper than two or three feet. This place is peaceful and beautiful. The only sounds, other than the constant chatter of the water, are from the creatures that live here: countless chirruping birds and buzzing insects.

We left the car sheltered in a leafy lay-by about 45 minutes ago and now trudge upstream to find a secluded spot. I carry a rucksack containing just a picnic and a blanket. She simply carries herself: elegantly, confidently, purposefully; long, blonde hair bouncing with every step and her firm, lean body sways like the occasional willow that clings to the valley sides. The short, white, flared dress and walking ...

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It was another hot day whereall I wanted was to haveyou in my arms. Every timeI even tried to call you, somebody popped in my office and had to talk to me.
On the way home,I was trying to drive carefully.I didn't evenlet my handsstay on my lap because Iwanted tosavemy hard-onfor you.
Now I'm home.
I take my shoes off. As soon as I see you,I am all overyou on the bed. I was going to wait tillyou at least took off your skirt, but my body just flew at you.
I want to just rip off my shirt, but don't want to be away from your lips for a minute. Rolling around on the bed just makes it hotter. So when I pull away too, I stare into your pretty eyes. I yank my shirt off with one hand, and lift yours with my other.You pull it off and they're both thrown wherever, before we go back to kissing passionately.
I reach behind you and unhook your bra, then throw that too.You hug me close to you. The feeling of your breasts against my chest always arouses me.
My lips move down to your neck as my body moves down. Kissing and sucking your neck, I undo my pants. You look down at me doing this, and begin to push down your skirt. So I kiss down to your breasts, and you bring your knees up ...

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‘This package requires team handling’ was the legend on the side of the cardboard box that had held the neighbours’ new washing machine. I noticed it as I was parking the car at the end of another working day. The phrase made me chuckle and reminded me of my earliest days with Jen, my wife of just over twenty years. Once inside I opened a glass of wine, flopped down into an armchair and let my mind drift back more than two decades.We first met in the Christmas of ’84 when we were both in our last year of University. The party was in full swing around me, ‘Do they know it’s Christmas’ blasting out for the I-don’t-know-how-many-eth time that evening when I first saw her. I remember thinking, ‘Just how much lace can one woman wear?’ but then I noticed just how glorious her legs were and what an exquisite arse she had and I knew she had me hooked.‘Faint heart and all that, Graham’ I was thinking as I approached her and opened with some politically correct line, probably something about apartheid or Nelson Mandela (who, I had recently found out needed to be free but wasn’t).She just looked at me with a mixture of pity and confusion before saying, ‘What?’Changing tack quickly, I asked her who she had come to the party with, hoping some shared acquaintance might provide an easy topic of conversation. Looking around she pointed across the room, ‘Dave Stemmons. You know him?’‘Know of him’, ...

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Suzy has been totally blind since birth. She is pretty and small built, but with full, pert breasts. Although she is twenty years old, she looks younger because she is less than five feet tall and her face is not careworn or troubled.I met her when I was doing some voluntary driving work. I was detailed to pick her up from her parents’ home and take her to her occupational therapy centre. She was chatty and friendly. I enjoyed her company. When we got to talking about her life, I discovered that she spent most days in really boring activity making basketware. She was full of life and energy that was going to waste and she had never had a proper boyfriend.After driving her two or three times over a month, I started to make sure that I was available when I knew that she would require driving, and it did not take long before I persuaded her to tell the therapy centre that she had a medical appointment so that I could take her out for a few hours.That really started it. I drove her to a deserted car park in some woodland that I know well and invited her to come for a walk with me. I held her hand to guide her along the paths and she obviously liked it. We sat down on some grass and I put my arm around her and kissed her. She didn't resist at all. After a few moments of gentle kissing ...

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He startled her, creeping up behind her the way he did, putting his hands on her hips and calling her name.

“W…w…what do you want?” she stuttered when she turned and saw him.

“That’s no way to greet your almost ex-husband!” he said with a smile.

“What are you doing here? Who invited you?” she asked him as she backed away, wondering how he had known about the party.

“Don invited me,” he responded.

“You shouldn’t have come,” she told him as she backed against the wall behind her.

Tim continued to edge forward. “So how are you?” he asked her.

“I…I…I am fine,” she responded, feeling uncomfortable with his presence.

“And how is your new love?” he asked her.

“He…….he’s fine,” she replied.

He reached with his hand and softly brushed her hair away from her face and stroked her cheek with his finger. “And is he meeting ALL your needs?” he asked her.

Amanda pushed forward to move him away but he stood his ground and she found herself pressed up against him. “Yes he is,” she replied.

Tim continued to run his finger down her cheek. “ALL?”

Amanda didn’t respond.

“I know that he doesn’t meet them all,” he told her. “Not like I used to,” he added as he dropped his hand and gave her a couple of playful slaps on her bottom.

She tried ...

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We all get dressed and I walk out first, going straight back to work. Soon, I see you come into my part of the restaurant and walk straight up to me. Very professionally, you state that I am to report to the office upstairs immediately after my shift, but do not clock out. I nod my head and say, “Yes, sir.”I finish my shift and head up to the office as ordered, not really knowing what to expect. My mind is filled with scenes of being fired on the spot. I knock on the door and you call out to enter. I walk in and see three gentlemen sitting around the office and blush scarlet, thinking I am going to get fired in front of complete strangers. You sound gruff, and tell me to close the door and stand in front of the desk. I do as you tell me, and when I get over to the desk I sway with a light faintness. My blood pressure is high and I can feel it rising more. From across the desk, you look at the others and nod. I dare not look, and keep my eyes on you. Standing, you remove your jacket and tie, still looking fairly stern. I hear the others moving but do not tear my eyes from you. You look me dead in the eyes and stare at me for a moment. The heat I see makes my pussy wet, but I am still scared of your next ...

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It’s your first time in this club. Your came with a group of your friends and have had a great time, dancing and laughing, drinking. Now you’re inquisitive. You want to see the other rooms, so you wander from floor to floor. Everywhere is crowded, even at 2am. Past the chill-out area is the live music floor. You end up in the basement. It too is full of people on the hazy dance floor. The groove is very slow, people are dancing close, touching. It’s a sexy place. You decide to go back up to your friends when we see each other from a distance. We have the dance floor between us with all the slowly gyrating bodies, but we keep eye contact. We could walk around the floor, and meet. Chat. I could offer to buy you a drink. Instead I beckon to you, curling a finger towards you, which is obvious. Come to me. We both enter the floor and start moving between people, towards each other.We meet in the middle of the floor. You start to speak but I put my fingers on your lips. No words. I take both your hands and start moving slowly. You move your body close to mine. My hand moves to the small of your back and I pull you up against me. We kiss deeply and passionately. No-one is looking, it’s dark and crowded. I kiss your neck and your earlobes. My hand moves over your body. Both of us are ...

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Rachel felt good as she walked down the street. It was Friday for a start, which always lifted her mood. But it was more than that this week. The last couple of days were the first where she could honestly say her mood was better after finally calling things off with Rob.To celebrate this, she had decided to go out with the girls from work. It had been ages since she’d let her hair down and was well up for it.As she reached Vicki’s house she could see her friend looking out for her through the lounge window, now waving excitedly.“Hiya chick!” came the unmistakable greeting. “Come upstairs, there’s been a change of plan. Nat and Jen are meeting us out; they’re not coming here to get ready. I’ve poured us some wine and we can decide to wear. What you think?”“Sounds cool to me,” Rach replied. It seemed like Vicki had made an early start on the wine as it was, judging from the giddiness, slight slurring and unsteady way she mounted the stairs. Bless her, she thought.Her suspicions were confirmed as the girls entered the bedroom. To Rachel’s surprise, her friend immediately began stripping off as though it were the most natural thing in the world.“Right then, outfits! Now I know what we said earlier about those lil’ tops and jeans, but I was thinking of something that’ll give us more fun!”As she said this, Vicki tossed her pink top onto a chair with several other scrunched up items, ...

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Dear readers, I have been reminded of the time that I sported a tobacco pipe. Money was a thing that I had not, for although it would have been possible for me to earn a high living as a "Rake," I could not bring myself to charge for services that pleased me so; that the women had no money either was, of course, an added factor. Thus, tobacco being expensive, I merely sucked at the clay stem, looking even more suave than before. Now that I am reminded, I take down from the mantle shelf my most treasured relic of those times: a briar bowl with amber mouthpiece. This was a present to me from my dearest Sophie and was stolen from a large store of expensive items in the Papal city of Avignon. One may think this a simple gift from a simple girl to a simple man; I prefer "unsophisticated" to "simple." I thanked her and promised to repay her in the way that she loved: energetic fornication in which, at one stage, we sample and savour each other's genitals at one and the same time. "Gaston, my handsome, brave and accomplished lover, I am sure that you will as ever excel and please me until I pass out with divine pleasure," she acknowledged. "But I wish to teach you a use for the present that may not at first be obvious to you." In order to give me just a taste of what was to come and to ...

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It was a dark and chilly October morning as Callista walked down the street to work. Many different colored leaves blew past her on the sidewalk and she couldn't help but smile. She DID love the fall. She pulled her scarf up to her face, reveling in its softness. She was a stunning woman of Greek descent, with jet-black hair and bright emerald green eyes, with olive skin. She was slender, but not without those curves which would delight just about any man.Callista stepped off the curb and crossed the street to her bakery. She loved this small town that had become her home. Her parents lived in the city, but she found it too stuffy for her tastes, and her little shop seemed to do well here. She set down her large purse as she unlocked the door. The neighborhood’s stray cat rubbed against her leg. “Hi Kitty,” she chirped as she knelt down to stroke it before she entered her little shop. She set to work, and as time few by, the smells of her delicious pastries and bread filled the little shop. 'This must be a good day,' she thought to herself, 'I can feel it.' The shop was normally busy, and today was no exception, since it was cold more often now, people tended to stop in the warm, cozy shop for coffee and a delicious bite of something sweet. Callista looked to her friend and employee, Hayden, a blond bubbly girl who worked the front counter. ...

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Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I looked around, then focused my eyes on the clock. 1:13 a.m. My first reaction was to curse, which I accompanied with a yawn. A noise from above had wakened me. I didn’t know why I was so sure, but I was. A nice looking girl named Jessica lives in the flat above me. She is 21. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about anything, ready to fall asleep again. A moan came from above. There was a seductive tinge in it, pain and pleasure mixed together. For all I knew she was single, but obviously I was wrong. I heard shuffling, then another, more persistent moan. The moan quickly turned into a series of quiet gasps, which started to fray my nerves. I heard something heavy dropping with a crash. “They are getting wild”, I thought to myself. I was getting sleepy, imagining Jessica being fucked by her boyfriend. “Sam, can you hear me?” Jessica’s urgent voice came from above. My name! Startled, I sat up in bed, unable to grasp what was happening. Was it a dream or reality?“I need you, Sam,” she intoned passionately.My drowsiness evaporated instantly. I dressed as fast as I could, wondering if it was some kind of joke. I knocked warily on Jessica’s door.“Come in, it’s open,” she cried out impatiently. It was almost dark inside; ...

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I was recently informed by my boss that I was to attend an out of town insurance seminar that would last most of a week. The seminar would be down in Florida, so I was looking forward to a week of warm weather, especially to get away from the cold Northern winters we have. The best part of the trip was the significant bonus that would come my way for attending.My only fear was telling my wife that I had to go away. It was their winter break (she works as a teacher), and I know she would go stir crazy with me being gone all week. My wife and I have been married over 10 years, and she looks much younger than her 41 years. She has very big breasts, and a cute ass that men drool over. She is very good at hiding her assets though, as we live in a small conservative town, and she dresses like a typical schoolteacher. Our marriage, like our sex life, is wonderful, we are as devoted to each other as the day we were married.After giving her the news about my trip, she came up with a solution. “Why can’t I go with you?” she asked.I gave that some thought, and approached my boss about the prospect of her attending with me. I offered to pay for the airfare, and promised I would only expense my meals, not hers.My boss said, “Well, ...

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The hot July sun was already bearing down by the time John and the boys finished loading the Jeep for three days of fishing and camping in the mountains. The chaos of their departure crescendoed with hugs from Cheryl all around before exhausting the first half of Friday morning.

Suddenly the house was wonderfully quiet, and Cheryl was alone.She opened Messenger to see if Tom was there.He appeared offline but Cheryl shot him an e-mail: “Tom, are you there?”No response.

Cheryl decided an alternative would be to take the pictures that Tom had been bugging her about. She had entered a cyber relationship with Tom three months earlier and it was still gaining intensity.He was smart, funny and a dazzlingly exciting cyber sex partner.CS with him was almost like dancing, subtle signals within context directing it seamlessly from one phase to the next as passion built.The lead would change.She was inventive and astonishingly uninhibited. He was forceful and commanding, occasionally revealing a sadistic side.That suited Cheryl just fine and provided a fillip to her daily life, so she offered only token and teasing resistance.

Cheryl had already sent Tom two sexy photos of herself: one headless picture in a black bikini, and another with her face turned from the camera, wearing a powder-blue camisole.A schoolteacher on summer break, Cheryl didn’t want to be recognizable in any erotic photos floating around the Internet. The second one was self-taken with the timer and ...

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I'm up early, before my alarm even goes off. Naked, I pace in circles thinking about what the day holds for me. Today is only my second day as janitor at the St. Ives girl's college, and I think I've already found a way to spy on the girls taking showers in the locker room by the gym. My imagination runs wild, and my hand naturally finds its way to my cock. It's been rock hard since I woke up - even after I took a piss. I squeeze it tight and give it a few strokes before I realized what I'm doing and force myself to let go. I want to save myself for later, for when I'm staring down at those wet girls rubbing their athletic bodies. I shudder with anticipation and, impossibly, my cock feels like it gets even harder.
I kick my beanbag chair out of the way so I have more room to pace. Lots of little Styrofoam balls spill out, and it lands with its hole facing up. The bitch is teasing me. I think about teaching her a lesson with a good hard fucking, but catch myself and turn away. But there, propped up on the windowsill, is my itty-bitty titty collage. I tickle my balls as my eyes scan hungrily over each pair of uniquely perfect breasts. Fuck it; I'm just going to ...

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I was sick. And I was tired. I was sick and tired of working for a woman who had constant PMS, was a control freak, had penis envy, was fiercely protective of her status, and was impossible to please. And here it was, another Monday morning."We're staying late tonight," she barked, "to finish the quarterly report." The end of the quarter was four weeks away. "I had plans tonight," I protested, to no avail. "Your rating will suffer. Or maybe your job will be excessed," she threatened. "You don't want to lose your job, do you?" she asked with a sneer. She seemed to delight in tormenting me. Ugly, fat, and sour, she was truly miserable."No, Ms. Deitz," I replied. My husband urged me to quit this job, or at least request a transfer away from this tyrant. But I wouldn't let her win. I'd fight her. I'd work around her or I'd go over her head to her boss. There was one problem: Dietz's boss was even bitchier and more competitive yet. Mary Pabst was her name; in my thoughts I referred to her as Cruella DeVille. For a boss, she wasn't bad looking. She had a nice figure under her fine dresses. She was tall, long-legged, and had a flat tummy. Standing in her heels with her hair and makeup just right, she was alluring. Until you looked at her face. Serious and angry. Men wouldn't cross her and women hated her. Her underlings quivered when she spoke to ...

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I remember when I first met Miss Solise. She was so beautiful. I was 16 and she was my drama teacher. I fell in love with her madly, but she never knew about it. Well, even if she did, there wasn’t much she could do; she was 23 and my teacher. I was gutted when I left, thinking I was never going to see her again. Ten years later I was in for a pleasant surprise.
I got sent back to my old high school as part of an organisation where I was to go to schools and talk to the kids about bullying and drugs and the usual bollocks kids need to know. It helps them learn if they are taught through drama, it helps them absorb more, according to my boss anyway. I had forgotten all about Miss Solise, after 10 years I was definitely over her, but as I made my way into the school, I couldn’t help but think if she’d still be here. After all these years I wondered whether she still worked in the same classroom and sat in the same seat as she used to. I neared the drama department and looked around. Everything looked the same. I was getting closer to the classroom where Miss Solise teaches, or maybe used to teach, and I was hoping and praying her name was still on the front of her door. It was, there it was: Miss Solise. I ...

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