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Bill Anderson’s home was deep in an old part of Atlanta where some of the houses actually survived General Sherman’s March to the Sea campaign. Todd kept an eye on the GPS as he carefully maneuvered his 720i past cars parked on the road that were twice as expensive as his. “I just love this part of town,” Angie said from the back seat. “I’d love to live here.”
“Maybe after a few years,” Todd said absently, missing the look that Sheila and Angie exchanged.
They had been invited to dinner by Bill the following night after turning in their two weeks’ notice. Like Todd had expected, they were walked within two hours, carrying their personal effects and nothing else. His boss was not happy at all, but getting angry at Anderson wasn’t a good idea; they were still one of their largest clients and his soon to be ex-subordinate was about to be bumped *very* high up the corporate ladder.
“Is that it?” Sheila asked, pointing at a two-story brick home set back from the road on a curve. He spotted the number on the mailbox and turned into the narrow driveway, which took him past the house with what seemed like inches to spare and onto a large parking pad in back. There was a large carriage house with three garage doors in it and a carport over to the right with a Civic, Prius, and an Element parked ...

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A few years ago a friend of mine invited me to spend a couple of weeks with her in a house her family has in the mountains north of Girona. It is a lovely weekend house that is on the side of a valley with wonderful views across the valley to the other side. I have always liked her and actually had a small hope of convincing her to allow our friendship to develop into something more, though it was not to be in the end. I accepted with alacrity, packed a case and headed north on the AP7. It was Easter time so the weather was wonderfully sunny and warm but not suffocatingly hot. I met up with Ana in the city of Girona and we had lunch in a lovely little place she knew of. She was looking really good, she had finally cut her long hair and the change favoured her. We had a good lunch and I slept for an hour or so in her flat in the centre before taking my car and driving north again to find the house. I had been there once before but hardly remembered. I had her instructions with me and also her own TomTom which had the location of the house in its memory. The location only as it has no known address and is a couple of kilometres off the marked roads. Having taken my exit ...

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… Your icy fingers run down my back, waking me from my slumber. How I've come to enjoy the freedom this place of eternal night has given us. Six months of waking, side-by-side, no cover, no stifling coffin, choking floorboards above me, the fresh crisp air and soft mattress the first joy my waking awareness recognises.A soft kiss finally brings my consciousness to the surface and I remember, it hits me, I sigh as the realisation of the reason for being here throws its full weight onto my shoulders.I smile, despite my feelings, as the first drip of warm blood splashes against my lips. My tongue flicks out, catching the steady drops of blood, allowing them to run down my throat as the colour rises in my cheeks.I look into your scarlet eyes and I see the pain in my heart reflected back at me from the depths of your soul. I watch your tears flowing down your pale cheeks, welling before they drip onto my waiting tongue. I reach to you, taking you in my arms, pulling you against my bare chest. Running my hands through your hair, black as night, I lift your face, holding it tenderly as I kiss your tears away.“I am sorry to do this, my love,” you whisper. Words will not come, I gaze into your eyes, I smile, letting you know that it will be OK, praying words are not needed...… You lay in my arms, staring into space. I remember, our life plays ...

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By Maximillian Excaliber
Introduction
The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the DSM, is used by mental health professionals as a reference guide when diagnosing and documenting mental disorders.
Included in the DSM is a condition known as Sexual Aversion Disorder.Sexual Aversion Disorder is commonly found in victims of sexual abuse.This story does not contain any reference to sexual abuse and none should be implied.
The following information is included to help you better understand the actions of one of the characters in this story.
From the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders Fourth Edition (DSM-IV):
302.79 Sexual Aversion Disorder
The essential feature of Sexual Aversion Disorder is the aversion to and active avoidance of genital sexual contact with a sexual partner.The disturbance must cause marked distress or interpersonal difficulty.The dysfunction is not better accounted for by another Axis I disorder (except another Sexual Dysfunction).The individual reports anxiety, fear, or disgust when confronted by a sexual opportunity with a partner.The aversion to contact maybe focused on a particular aspect of sexual experience (e.g., genital secretions, vaginal penetration). Some individuals experience generalized revulsion to all sexual stimuli, including kissing and touching.The intensity of the individual’s reactions when exposed to the aversive stimulus may range from moderate anxiety and lack of pleasure to extreme psychological distress.
Subtypes
Subtypes are provided to indicate onset (Lifelong versus Acquired), context (Generalized versus Situational), and etiological factors (Due to Psychological Factors, Due to Combined Factors) ...

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Soft hands wrapped their way around my waist. I looked up to see Jacob. He smiled, pressing warm lips up against me. I put my hand on the back of his head and kissed him with urgency I have never felt before. I felt him hesitate momentarily then kiss me back squeezing me close to him, my boobs squishing into his pecs. "The supply closet will be open 5th period" I whispered into his ear. He looked into my eyes surprised but excited at the same time. I was surprised about what came over me. I usually never would have chanced something as crazy and sexual kisses in the hallway of our school. But today...I don’t know...something just came over me. And then I saw Jacob walk down the hallways wearing a form fitting white V-neck shirt that showed off his pecs and great arms. His dark skinny jeans were tight in all the right places, yet he didn’t look like some loser walking around in skinnies. His white converse and letterman jacket just...ahhh, made me wanna eat him up. We had been dating for almost a year now and we had both just celebrated our 18th birthdays, I figured what’s a better place to lose your virginity than in the school? I mean we had practically spent our lives here.I sat in chemistry crossing and uncrossing my legs looking at the clock. I figured I would give us a good half hour...not that I had ever done this before. ...

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Becky had been out shopping when she pulled in the driveway and saw Brent’s car. What was he doing home so early from work? She grabbed up her packages from shopping and proceeded into the house. When she got into the house Brent was nowhere to be found. Where had he gone, Becky wondered? She put down her packages on the kitchen table and proceeded to look for her hubby. She wandered through the living room and he wasn’t watching sports on TV so Becky went to the garage to see if he was working on some new project. Nope not there either. As she passed the bedroom Becky just happened to catch a glimpse of Brent through the crack in the bedroom door. Their bedroom was arranged so that Becky could look through the crack in the door into the mirror of her dressing table and see the whole bedroom. Becky was just about to ask what Brent was doing home when she observed something unusual. There was Brent bent over the laundry basket, totally naked, digging through the clothes. Becky decided rather than let Brent know she was there she would observe and see what he was doing. Becky was a bit of a voyeur, so watching Brent without his knowing was a little bit of a turn on. She watched as he dug through the clothes basket until he found one of her blouses. He picked it up, lifted it to his face and deeply inhaled. Brent ...

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The flirting had been going on a while now. Teasing comments, pregnant glances, casual caresses… We had met about two months ago, at a mutual friend's party, and became instant friends, but always, there was the electricity. Not avoided, but not quite addressed either. Just… there. We both knew it had to erupt soon. The glances had been getting steamier, the conversations bolder. It was bound to happen. Tonight we planned to hang out and watch a movie at my place. She showed up with her choice of movie, a sappy drama I had seen before and enjoyed. She looked delicious and cozy in her sweatpants, tee shirt, and scarf. Just the way I loved her. I gave her a quick peck hello and we headed to the kitchen for some hot cocoa. We munched on cookies while the milk heated up, giggling and making somewhat of a mess, both of us sugar high and slightly overtired. She dropped a napkin and jumped off the counter she was perched on to pick it up, playfully biting my leg on her way up. I yelped and bit her arm, quite firmly, in return. We laughed like we were high, and finished up with the cocoa. Friendly, light, very comfortable… and yet, that tension. She put the mugs down on the coffee table and got comfortable on the couch while I popped the movie in, got the remote, and dimmed the light. I then jumped onto the couch as well, pulled the throw ...

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My name is Destiny and I am a vampire. Unlike those bullshit stories, I don't need blood to survive, I need cum juices. I am doomed to wander the earth alone for all of eternity, cat form when the sun is up and human form when the moon rises. Day time I get stroked and night time I do the stroking. Male or female, it doesn't matter, as long as they cum so I can live for another day. I prey on the helpless and the young. I prey only on those that are as beautiful as I am. I am not conceited. It's a fact. The more gorgeous they are, the sweeter their cum tastes. Every night I roam the dark lit streets searching, sniffing the air for the smell of sexual heat and young hot hormones. Searching for that special someone that I could feed off and you never know one day, someone I could love. I have never met anyone yet who had the same sexual desires and stamina as I do. I just rounded the corner of the night club district about to give up on the search for this night, and that is when I found her. She stood outside the doors of a sleazy nightclub amongst a group of people. One quick look and I knew she met all my requirements and more. Her red, silky, shiny hair just reaching beyond her shoulder blades, curling ever so slightly at the edges. Her mini skirt hugging ...

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Shopping always made me thirsty. I stopped at a café and had a nice hot cup of coffee, after my coffee I needed to pee so I went off in search of a toilet. Wasn't long before I found a public toilet nearby, so I rushed in and went to the end cubicle sat down and started to pee. As I often do in public toilets I started reading the graffiti on the walls. I noticed a hole in the wall behind me and thought, 'shit, I hope no-one can see me.' Written around the hole was graffiti saying “suck on this” and I laughed imagining someone sticking their cock through the hole hoping someone would suck on it. I left the toilets and finished my shopping but the thought of that hole with a huge stiff cock poking through it wouldn’t leave my mind. Strangely it made me feel wet imagining sucking on a cock not knowing who was on the other end of it. The next day I went down to the shops to pay some bills and I walked past the public toilets at the same time I saw a young black man go into the adjoining men's toilets. Curiosity got the better of me and I went into the ladies. I went into the same end cubicle, although I didn’t need to use the loo I made a few loud noises just to make my presence heard. I could hear the man in ...

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Your first sexual experience is usually pretty memorable, but I barely remember mine now that it's about 17 years later. What I do remember with pretty vivid detail, however, is the first full blowjob I ever had. This is the surrounding story.My first serious girlfriend and I were together for about 3 months before we became sexually active. Up until then it was a lot of making out in the car, but little beyond that. She was 19 and I was 20, and we were both virgins. Looking back, she was probably getting impatient waiting for me to take it furtherI was a pretty insecure guy and didn't socialize much, but I was sexually hungry and spent much of my time masturbating (until I started dating Evelyn), mostly to what are now classic 80s pornos.My girlfriend and I spent a lot of time in her bedroom of her parents' house, generally with the door closed because her parents were usually home. What I remember about our first sexual experience was being surprised when I noticed she locked her bedroom door. She pretended it was inadvertent, but soon we were in her bed and my erect penis was having its first taste of an actual vagina!It was pretty nice, and buying condoms was now an uncomfortable but regular ritual. It was embarrassing for me so I usually drove a few towns away to buy them.We were having regular sex at least once a week, but sometimes we played little games, claiming our ...

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My Darling;Your letter and package were the highlights of my week. With everything that’s been going on lately, such special thoughts and surprises were just the perfect unexpected pleasure.The necklace was breathtaking, and I can imagine the thought and care behind its choice. Such an awesome stone to wear close to my heart forever.I remember your promise when you went away, that you’d come back to me. I wasn’t sure if you really meant it since things were so new between us, but now your letters have brought forth fresh hope in me. This symbol of your affection means more to me than I can possibly put into words.Your words of love, and plans for our reunion, have stirred my soul. And now that I’m wearing your necklace, it’s almost as if I can feel your touch upon my skin – the chain stroking and moving against me almost like fingers on my flesh. I imagine you’re here with me, watching the stone sparkle and gleam where it brushes and shifts on me.I can hardly wait for you to return home and touch me yourself. Your fingers and mouth making my body pulse and shiver with need and desire. My body’s starting to quiver as I close my eyes to picture our reunion.I dream of our hearts beating in unison as we embrace each other closely. Our lips meet and we taste each other joyously. Our hands hold on to each ...

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I had just turned 18 and was excited for my first photography class. Everyone had to be over age so I had had to wait to sign up. They had some fancy name for this class, but basically it’s a nude photography class. As a student I didn’t have enough money to pay for the tuition but the instructor offered me free classes if I would model for the class before me. I agreed thinking how hard could it be to stand there naked while people took pictures?My friends had all been teasing me for the past week, wondering how many men I would make hard. I told them they were immature and men joined this class for the art, not to look at nude women. But I secretly wondered to myself how sexual this class would be. I’ve always been pretty secure with my body; I was slim with a stomach that showed my long hours spent in the gym. I had C cup breasts and long slender legs. I had long brown hair that I had curled into large bouncy curls that fell over my shoulders and down my back. My heels clicked against the floor as I walked down the hallway to the classroom.There were 10 or 15 people gathered around a white canvas. A man in his early 30’s stood in front of the canvas addressing the people. I joined the group.“Ah, you must be my model?” he asked. I nodded. “Come, come.” He gestured, leading me ...

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Everything I had was wrapped up in a lie.The body moved, the thoughts were there,But deep inside you die.The time to leave had come and gone,And yet I still remained,Takes two to make things work out well,Or only one side gains.Waitin on a tomorrowThat I knew would never come.I'm so through lying to myself.Babe you and I are done.It's time for me to findThe girl inside I used to knowBeen hiding her away so long,Gonna take it slow.I don't even know if I'll like what I find thereI know it beats the dead inside,To feel again, to care.So say goodbye and watch me goBut don't you cry for me.A second chance for both of us,The end for you and me.

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It was the summer and the girls and I were excited that we graduated from high school. We all moved to LA to go to cosmetology school and hopefully open up the salon of our dreams. Since I was the responsible one I rented an apartment under my name for the four of us.

My mother named me Rose. I thought she named me that because I was beautiful, I was so wrong. She says like roses have many thorns and I was one in her side. I was a spitting image of my father, brown hair and a heart shaped head, she hated it, see he left her for his assistant. I had to get away from her, that's the main reason the twins Kelly, and Katelynn, as well as Bre'ann and myself moved to LA.

After the girls and I finished moving our items in the apartment we went out to lunch.

"Ladies I can't believe we are in LA, I know I am ready to tan already," I said with my mouth stuffed with fries.

"Rose, Katelynn, Kelly," Bre'ann said looking down at her food, "I have something to tell you guys." She made a long pause. By this time I was all ears.

"Well, what is it." Katelynn whispered

"I have no better way to say this except I'm gay." Bre'ann said.

I was speechless, that came out ...

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Darkness to darkness,souls alike.So that I am empowered by,The burning lust andDesire, we both experienceIn each other's arms.So much alike, your soul isThe reflective image of my own.At your skillful erotic caress,I become lost in thePleasure of your touch.All the burning infernosOf the Christian's hellCan't come close to theHeat and delight we feelWhen together, inEach other's arms.The more you give, theMore you bind us together.The sensual feel of yourBeautiful batlike wings,Is enough to make meBreathe faster with needTo inhale your scent.To have that mark coatMe as my scent covers you, so...That others know you areMine as I am yours.Twice claimed by each otherI hope we can belong toEach other for theCenturies to come.Those dark lust-filledEyes of yours look at meMaking my body respondWanting you deep inside of me.This heat between us andThe pleasure it bringsCan't be explained andWe don't want to know why.All we desire is each other'sBurning lust to somedayBe less physical and toInvolve our hearts and soulsSo we can say love connectsUs forever more.Castellanos-ArroyoCopyright© - 2009.

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Me and my wife Helen went away to the sunny island of Jamaica. On our third day Helen wanted to go on a boat trip to see the coral reefs so we asked two black guys on the beach were to go to find this excursion,. They told us they had a boat and did the trip we were looking for half price so my wife immediately said yes to these strangers, I didn’t have any say in the matter, the black guys led us just down the beach to their boat which did look the part and was very nice, their names were Deon and Kenyon. They helped Helen onto the boat and left me to make my own way struggling on. I could tell the black guys liked my wife, she was hot looking for her age and today she happened to be wearing a very sexy yellow bikini and that was all. When on the boat Deon gave us a drink of rum, mine was very strong. Kenyon was driving the boat and Deon kept giving us these drinks, about 20minutes into the boat ride I was pissed up so was Helen. Suddenly the boat stopped and Kenyon came down, saying the engine needed to cool down. Deon and Kenyon then went and sat either side of my sexy white wife and began looking her up and down, saying her sexy she was, which Helen really enjoyed two black guys telling her how fit she was. Kenyon then ...

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You have finally arrived home after a day's work, you put your key in the lock and the door opens. You immediately are filled with the scent of candles and the lights are off. You walk into the flat wondering what's going, you feel my hands slip around your waist from behind you. You feel my breath on your neck, and I run my hands up and down your chest pulling you against me.
“I hope you like surprises,” I whisper in your ear, my hand sliding down your jeans and squeezing gently on your cock, pressing my lips against your neck kissing and gently biting down. I take my hands away from your body and as you try to turn around I push you back, facing away from me. You feel around behind you realising that I'm only in my underwear, I put my hands across your eyes, stroking your face before securing a blindfold.
You're aware that I'm not behind you anymore, and you hear some movement behind you then a thud of wood, on floor boardsas I place a chair behind you. I stand in front of you and you place your hands around my waist and try and kiss me, I bite your bottom lip playfully and push you down onto the chair. You feel me straddle your lap, my feet barely touching the floor. You run your hands up and down my thighs, and I ...

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A VERY GOOD FRIEND IS NOT VERY WELL. I LOVED HER. Yes, I know.But what else is there?To stop?The end will come soon enough for everyone.To live. To go on.Let it try to strike you down.It will have me to deal with.There will always be an end.That is part of the contract of life.But there is also a beginning.A beginning made from pleasure.Then there was you.Growth and learning.Gain and loss.Victory and defeat.Then there was me.Hesitant and shy.Growing in your company.Learning to put you first.Above me.Before me.Beside me.Beneath me.The end may be near.Nearer than either hoped.But there is tomorrow. And the day beyond.Yes.It will end.For everyone.But not tonight.

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I was out shopping one day and noticed that a new tattoo parlor had opened across the street from my favorite lingerie boutique. I had wanted a tattoo for a while, so I went inside.As soon as I walked in the door, the most gorgeous man I had ever seen greeted me. He looked to be about seven feet tall and around three hundred pounds of solid muscle. With his long auburn hair, piercing blue eyes and friendly smile, he practically oozed sex.I’ve always been attracted to tall, muscular men and he definitely fit the bill.

“Hi, I’m Jason. Welcome to Body Art. Are you looking to get a tattoo or piercing, or both?” he asked.

"I’m Gina and I want several tats and piercings, but I’m just looking to get one tat today.”

“Great. What design do you want and where do you want it?” Jason asked as he looked over her 5'4" body. With her beautiful, short, light brown and blonde hair, emerald eyes, 34DD breasts, and thin, athletic frame and seemingly endless legs, Jason knew immediately his self control would be tested by her mere presence in his shop.

Gina described the skulls and roses design she wanted and told him she wanted it on her lower back and upper butt area.Jason told her to have a seat while he went and drew out the design. An hour later, he showed her the stencil and ...

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It all began on a foggy Sunday afternoon. We were lazing around the house, each of us nursing a hangover, wearing what little we had gone to sleep in when we realized it was one o’clock in the afternoon. We made a strong pot of coffee and grubbed whatever was edible in the refrigerator. Taking our plates and cups to the living-room we curled up on the sofa to discuss what had happened the night before. She told me about what and who she saw and I compared it to my vague recollection of the events. “What was his name?” I asked and she laughed. That laugh only a girlfriend can give when she knows exactly what you’ve done. Refueling complete we were on to our next adventure. We shared the shower. As she washed my long red hair she began to ask the questions I always dreaded. I wasn’t as into sex as she was. In fact I didn’t really enjoy it. I enjoyed the flirting and attracting attention. Sex was just something I did as a thank you for your time and attention. “Did you blow him?” “No,” I retorted her hands massaged my scalp. “Did you touch him at all?” “You know I didn’t.” I leaned to put my hands on the shower rail, her massage weakening my resistance. “How big was he?” she asked as she pulled the suds from the scalp to the ends of the hair dangling across my ass. “Not as big as Randy,” ...

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