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One of the sidelights of having a long-time relationship with someone is that one also becomes entrenched with other members of their partner's friends, or family. As frequency of interaction increases, those others become more familiar and, certainly, the comfort level of being around them rises. In some cases, familiarity breeds comfort, which, in turn, breeds flirtations and some good secret

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Two attractive black women were discussing their plans and hopes for the future over lunch one day. Tootsie, a 32 year old beauty, was anxious about her youth slipping away without her realizing success in her education, career, family and romance. Debbie, a manipulative older woman, with a devious mind, raging horniness, and a complete lack of principles, was prompting Tootsie to take a few

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A DAY AT THE GAS STATIONIt must have been about two weeks ago. I went to work at the gas station as I always did. It was one of those hot days when sweat pours off your forehead like tears, from a young widow’s eyes. It was nearly about lunchtime, and I was sweaty and parched. The bell rang as customer number 18 drove up to the pump.There she was with her flowing long blonde hair, brown eyes, and

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I'm a single dad with 2 kids. Mom lives in the same town and we share them 50/50. Daycare centers are expensive, and most require parents to pay regardless if the kids show up or not. So....I opted to seek out independent day-care providers/babysitters. I hired a young lady after searching a local independent daycare website. Now most of the "sitters" on this site are young college students

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The following story is true and took place in the summer of 2008. At the time of the incident, I was 24, mom 44. My parents were divorced 7 years ago, since then, mom has taken a particular liking to men in their early 20's. She prefers to go back to their house if she can, but occasionally brings them home if she's going to be alone or they don't have their own place. On Saturday nights Mom

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"Oh come on Phyllis, it'll be fun," Brenda pleaded. "You're always saying how you never get a chance to meet anyone and I can guarantee you that the place we are going will be loaded with a lot of guys." Phyllis looked doubtfully at her room mate and replied. "I don't know, Freddy has some pretty weird friends. Do you really think we should?" "Of course we should, silly," Brenda replied

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This true story happen when I was 19 years old attending my first year of junior college and just started dating my future husband. I come from a small Texas town where everybody knows everybody and my father is pretty well known. Let me describe myself, I was 5'1", 95 pounds, had short black hair, firm C cup breast, and a tight little body that men would hit on all the time. It was a hot

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Last nights episode of the new season of Dexter was awesome! I'm often amaized that the creators can continue to surprise and seduce and audiance week after week.

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"Are you sure you want to go?" Jeff asked Gail. "I hear it gets pretty wild, and you're never really sure how far things are going to go" Gail took a sip of her soda, leaned back in her chair, and replied. "Oh, come on, how wild could it be? It should be fun, I'm game if you are." Jeff stared down at the beautiful young attorney, while all the while thinking that it was only their second

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There was a loud knock at the door; Mr Pike answered instantly he was pushed into the hall, his arms held behind him while a second intruder handcuffed him. " Sorry to break up your evening Mr Pike we've just popped in to fuck your wife." Alan Pike stared at the two youths in total disbelief, they looked serious but his wife Doreen was well over forty. "Its the way she flashes her big tits in the

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I was only 18. when Two of my brother's 30 years old friends came looking for him at our house. He was not home but they decided to come in anyway. They asked me if I knew when he would come back. I really had no idea. They asked me if I was bored and alone, and in fact I was. The days were very hot and I didn't feel like going out much. I told them they could amuse me if they wanted to. I

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Okay, I don't really approve of teasing guys. Mainly, because they don't understand it. When a guy says "no" that is what he means. When he says "maybe" he doesn't mean "no". If he says "yes" then he doesn't mean either "no" or "maybe". So, when a girl says "maybe" with her actions the guy thinks that there is a chance and starts getting worked up. If a girl isn't going to put out for a guy

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It was a snowy winter night in Pennsylvania, Mike was visiting Laura and the snow was getting deep. Laura's parents suggested that Mike spend the night on the couch they didn't want to worry about him driving home in such bad weather. Mike agreed and smiled at Laura, he had more on his mind than sleep. This could be his lucky day he thought, the day he would finally get into Laura‘s pants and

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I am Soma, a beautiful handsome, lovely young lady of 28 year. My skin color is nearly white, so my class mates in the school called me pari so I feel proud for the reason. I am 5 foot 3 inch tall. I have a good health and vital statistics of 35 -26 -37. I am 120 pound. My hair is thick, long and reaches near to my waist. I used to wind khopa often with my hair. My physique looks attractive and

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Peter, Tom and Mindy made plans at school to meet at the fair. It was a big event and was going on all week. Mindy was sort of a tomboy. She liked hanging out with the guys more than the girls. Mindy is a skinny girl with short blonde hair, and long legs.. Tom and Peter were waiting for Mindy at the Ferris wheel. Mindy lived across the street from the fair, so she walked over. They

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Around eight years ago my sister asked if I would be willing to move into her home and help share the expenses of this beautiful four bedroom house in Huntington Beach Ca. It was just her and her husband, they have no children, and it would help both of us save some money. The neighborhood is very nice and our neighbors consisted mostly of young families. I work a lot of hours so I didn’t spend

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My wife and I had been married for about fifteen years and our sex life had become rather boring. She had asked me one night how I felt about extra-marital sex. I gave it some thought before answering and then told her I thought it might be interesting to watch her with another man. No more was said that night but I could tell it was on her mind. I had been working construction for several

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My wife and I had been married for about fifteen years and our sex life had become rather boring. She had asked me one night how I felt about extra-marital sex. I gave it some thought before answering and then told her I thought it might be interesting to watch her with another man. No more was said that night but I could tell it was on her mind. I had been working construction for several

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Tom was feeling relaxed, sprawled on the large armchair in his bedroom, wearing only a pair of white shorts, as he watched a porno video on his tv. He was idly stroking his semi hard-on, as he watched the degenerate video on the large tv screen. He was quite happy to spend his day like this. He had been fired from his job and showed no inclination to get up of his arse and find another job. At

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I know I haven't been around much but Im trying to change that. I have added a new adult site to my little empire of porn check it out.Daughters Nude

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Missy grew up very poor in the projects on the bad side of town. Her mother had left when she was only five and Missy barely remembered her. Her father drank every meal, and spent all of his money on alcohol. Missy had to wear hand me down clothes. She rarely had time to play with the other kids. She never had a dime to walk to the corner market. She spent plenty of time alone just thinking

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Jerry and Missy had been married for five years. Jerry had always wanted a Harley and this year his dream came true. They had saved for a long time and ordered their Harley the year before. They started riding every day and hanging out at the local biker bars. They seemed to fit in perfectly with a biker club called The Hexons. Missy said they were not wild like most people think. They had

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His glistening blue eyes scorched into mine, and for a moment I was motionless and unable to speak as a flood of emotions swept through me. So many years had passed since I last saw him, yet the sexual fog which surrounded us both was thicker than it had ever been. He had taken the best of care of himself over the years, his body showed it. A firm tan forearm bulged out of the bottom of his

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Author’s Note: A warning that some readers may find the concept of underage sexual involvement reprehensible in the extreme. Having said that however, this story involves no violence or ultimately, non-consensual activity. It in no way degrades adolescence or glorifies pedophilia. Like everything else, it comes down to the interpretive “eye of the beholder!”

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Alice's Afternoon DelightAlice was very disgusted with her husband Frank at the time she confided in me with this outrageous story. Frank was out spending the majority of his time bar hopping with his friends and very little with Alice. She was beginning to feel ignored, and alone.Alice started spending more time with her friend Debbie and Debbie's husband Bill. Bill is a handsome looking guy

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"Shall we give it to her now," Audra Walker asked her husband, Payton, "I don't think I can wait another minute!?!" Her husband chuckled a bit, before commenting, "You'd think that it was you getting the present and not her, but now is as good a time as any, I guess, so why not, let's do it!!!" Audra literally jumped up from the dining room table and disappeared into the large walk in closet in

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Jeremy rang the front bell and waited several seconds until the door swung open and a middle aged man invited him in! "That will be fifteen fifty," Jeremy said as he pulled the large pepperoni pizza out of the "hot bag"!!! The man was ready with a twenty dollar bill and as he traded it for the piping hot pie he asked softly, "Do you have time for my usual!?!" Jeremy looked at his watch and

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Intoxicating NeighborMy saturday evening had started out pretty much the way they always do. I was on my way to my neighbor's house to baby-sit his child while he went bowling with his friends. My neighbor Brian and his wife Cindy had moved in next door to us about three years ago. Just last year Cindy died suddenly in a car crash leaving Brian alone to raise their two year old son Josh.I

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Santa It was almost Christmas and I was finishing up my shopping with a few last minute gifts. I spotted him from down a long walkway; there he was the man of my dreams. The man I had fantasized about ever since he bounced me on his knee when I was a small child. With his blushing red cheeks, strawberry nose, and that straggly long white beard he he was easy to pick out of a crowd. He is the

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For those of you who don't already know I am the author and webmistress of http://theehenhouse.com and http://sexstorieshome.com Both sites are free erotic story sites and they keep me extremely busy. I only post here when I have time to catch my breath. So if I don't post in a while feel free to check out one of those.Sincerely Debbie

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Strip Poke HerPeggy, and Susan were roommates at a local college dorm. They invited Kenny, and I over for a couple of beers. Peggy was a rather large girl, and neither one of us entertained the notion of sleeping with her. Susan had a nice body but she was just average looking, we decided to go just for the beer. We arrived at there room about 6:30. We wanted to drink their beer, and then

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Principal SolonMrs. Larson glanced at her assignment book and announced to the class, "Everyone open up your texts to page 135 and read chapter six, I have to go to the office for a few minutes, but I shouldn't be too long!" She entered the Principal Solon's office and said to his secretary, "Hi Georgia, I just received a note from Mr. Solon and he wants to see me right away, is he available!?!"

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Tasty Ice CreamMy friends all raved about the new restaurant that went up on the outskirts of town. It was a drive -in place where you could sit in your car and they would bring your food to you. Everyone said their ice cream cones were the best. I was skeptical. I didn't like change and I never found ice cream I liked anywhere any better than the Tasty Freeze. One day I decided to go to the

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Party Girl"Oh come on Phyllis, it'll be fun," Brenda pleaded, "you're always saying how you never get a chance to meet anyone and I can guarantee you that the place we are going will be loaded with a lot of guys!!!" Phyllis looked doubtfully at her room mate and replied, "I don't know, Freddy has some pretty weird friends, do you really think we should!?!" "Of course we should, silly," Brenda

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AFTER SCHOOL "Finally," Krista muttered under her breath, "the last period of the day is about over, just three more minutes and I'm outa here!!!" "Eighth period English Lit, what a lousy way to finish up the school day!!!" "Okay, class," Miss Redmond ordered, "pages 213 thru 247 for tomorrow, be ready for a quiz!!!" While the whole room groaned in unison, Miss Redmond locked eyes with Krista

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One In The Same byBrian Francis Ferguson bfrncs63@aol.com brianfferguson@hotmail.com It was all very likely inevitable anyway. After all, Maggie and George lived in the same townhouse. Downtown and a mile north of the theater district, they owned the old stone upright outright, were its only occupants, and so had the entire place to themselves. They lived in the same building but in

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"Shall we give it to her now," Audra Walker asked her husband, Payton, "I don't think I can wait another minute!?!" Her husband chuckled a bit, before commenting, "You'd think that it was you getting the present and not her, but now is as good a time as any, I guess, so why not, let's do it!!!" Audra literally jumped up from the dining room table and disappeared into the large walk in closet in

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It was the first cruise I had ever been on, and I was very excited. I waited eagerly at the dock to board the ship. It was a little smaller than I had imagined, but cozy. As soon as I got on board, I went below deck to check out my cabin. I wasn't impressed with it! It wasn't like the picture in the magazine at all. It was clean, but not very luxurious. I unpacked my clothes and went up on

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Ashley was surprised at how easy it was for her to be accepted into such a classy club. The other women welcomed her with open arms from day one. There were 12 other girls who roomed at the old remodeled house Ashley called home. Ashley was the newest member of her college fraternity at the time this story took place.The frat girls always had a huge party at the beginning of the year and this

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I wasn't sure if he was new, or I just hadn't noticed him before. I was sitting on the front steps of my home, when he approached with my junk mail. It was a hot day I was sweaty, and when I saw him I realized how unattractive I must of looked. With sweat pouring from my forehead, and outlining the bottom of my bra less breasts. I smiled at him. "Hello," I said as I reached out to take the

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Kenny walked into the room with a big smile. "Where have you been girl?" he asked. He had a deep voice that was unmistakable. I had been trying to avoid him for sometime. I had told him that I would go out with him but I had never intended to. Kenny was black and in my family that just wasn't done. They would never accept such a thing, dating a black man would be considered taboo. My father is

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Grave Yard Seduction My wife Kelly died exactly nine months ago and I miss her just as much today as I did the day of her funeral. She was my soul mate the only woman I would ever love the only one that I could always count on to be there for me no matter what. It's getting harder and harder to remember her face, her girlish laugh and the way she was with me. I visit her grave site every

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Amber laid motionless on the beach as she took in the relaxing beachfront sounds. The crashing of the waves against the salty shore, and the clamber of unruly children ignored by their distant parents, filled the air. Amber had come to the beach to clear her mind, and try to forget the lude sex acts she had performed just a week earlier. No matter how hard Amber tried she could not quit

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