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“You haven’t forgotten your promise, have you, Hailey?”My best friend Jessica grinned at me as I turned to look at her, playfully flipping her off as I did.“Ooh, somebody’s cranky!”“Well, what is it, 5am? And we were up until what, 2am? Yeah, I guess I’m a little cranky. Plus my friend keeps reminding me what I agreed to last night.”“Oh, well, forget it. With your luck, it’ll probably be

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Alone in my apartment that night, it took me forever to relax. Even after a long shower washed his scent from my skin, my mind raced with vivid memories of my encounter with John in his office. When I finally did fall asleep, my dreams were filled with the hot images of what I hoped he might have planned for the next day. I awoke to find my fingers teasing my clit and exploring my wet pussy.I

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It all started at Thursday's staff meeting, just two days ago. That's when my working relationship with my boss started to change. Perhaps I should back up just a little, to set the stage.My name's Ashlynn, and I started working for John three years ago, when I was fresh out of college. He's a VP for the company, responsible for about 50 employees in our regional office. I was originally

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Dear John,You’ll have to take my word for it when I start this letter by telling you that I never thought I’d be writing a ‘Dear John’ letter. I’d much rather talk face-to-face. But I feel like my reasons for leaving you are so embarrassing - for you - that it’s easier this way. And hey, your name is actually John, so how else am I supposed to address this?So yes, you read that correctly: I’m

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Dear Master,Per your request, I am putting in writing the punishment I hope to receive from you today. I want to be spanked until my ass is red and bruised. I want you to squeeze and twist and slap my breasts, and pinch and bite my nipples, until my skin is raw. I want you to slap my face until tears form in the corner of my big blue eyes and roll down my cheeks. I want you to pull my hair

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It was the perfect way to celebrate his birthday. Josh loved nothing more than enjoying a good time with friends, and he was everyone’s favorite at the office, so it was natural that a group of us would take him out to the local watering hole when that special day rolled around. I might as well admit that I’d had a huge crush on Josh ever since I came to work at the advertising firm. But it

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I was filled with pride, starting my new job that morning. On the strength of my resume, along with some strong recommendations, I’d landed a great opportunity with a start-up operation within an established local company, working directly for a highly respected businessman. For a first job after graduating with my business degree, I couldn’t have done much better!I’d met my new boss only once

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Straight ‘A’ AlumSeriously, how do women live with these things? For the third morning in a row, I’d been awakened by simply rolling over onto my stomach. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t in pain. I just wasn’t used to the sensations which could come so quickly and easily as my nipples grazed across my silk sheets. My hard nipples were acting as my new alarm clock.As you might remember, I spent

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It had been a long, hard four years, but the day had finally come - graduation! I felt an overwhelming sense of pride as I marched into the auditorium with my fellow graduates, 'Pomp and Circumstance' playing over the speakers, and took my seat next to my fellow psychology majors, awaiting my turn to walk across the stage. Even the most boring of speakers couldn't dull my excitement, as I sat

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My heart skipped a beat when the boss stopped by my cubicle, and I'm sure I blushed when his eye caught mine. I was on the phone with a client, and suddenly very conscious of my end of the conversation - especially when the boss smiled and gave me a thumbs up as he listened - but also eager to get off the phone so I could find out why he had stopped by to see me. My position was very much an

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My embarrassment has finally ebbed to the point that I think I can share this story. Actually, I want to put the story in writing before too much time has passed, before I forget any of the amazing details. It all started with Earth Day, just over a month ago now.The company I work for has a tradition, for Earth Day, of encouraging employees to think about ways in which they can reduce their

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"Don't worry that you weren't able to finish, Maggie, I'm sure Carmen will be happy to take over where you left off."It was a common line from him. After I'd been on my knees for at least 20, maybe 30 minutes, pleasuring him with my mouth and hands, he'd abrubtly cut me off, reaching for my hand and pulling me to my feet. I'd fume for just a moment and glare at him, but he'd win me over with

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As I sit at my desk this morning, I can hardly believe what's happened over the past 24 hours. And it's not as if my life isn't often filled with excitement. But even by those standards, the last day has been extraordinary.It all started in the elevator yesterday afternoon. I was alone with my boss, Mr. Johnson, going over our notes from his last meeting, until the young redhead Kylie came

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It was a simple touch of the hand that started everything. A touch that I'd experienced literally hundreds of times over the years as a student, and now a teacher, of the piano. When the teacher guides by example, finger brushing against finger, hand placed on top of hand to feel the correct movement. Almost always, that touch was completely innocent, even routine. Not this time.OK, sure, so

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The spring internships were about to be announced, and most of my classmates were buzzing about Jackson. Jackson this, Jackson that. If I believed everything I heard, he had single-handedly saved the avant-garde American art scene from its inevitable irrelevance. Truth be told, there were several local artists and studios which took interns from our academy each spring, and I was excited about

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One year. Today marked the one year anniversary of the opening of my clinic. And after a few stops and starts, what a great year it had been! Even my father, stingy with praise as he could be, had to admit that I'd pulled it off. Not only had I managed to finish dental school, following in his footsteps and those of his father before him, but I'd formed a successful practice and shown that I

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Alone in the darkness of my room, I climbed into bed, naked, my skin already tingling with anticipation. It would have been easy to push myself to orgasm in just a few minutes, as I had been turned on for hours, ever since we'd been together. But I knew you would be disappointed if I didn't show a little patience. I could still hear your voice, still feel your touch as I began exploring my

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It was an easy decision. Morgan seemed perfect for the job. She came with good recommendations, presented herself as calm and confident in her interview, and most importantly, would look incredibly hot in her uniform. Don't get me wrong, I don't make decisions like this lightly, for purely selfish reasons. In my line of work, attractive assistants were simply a requirement.See, I'm a

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It was a dark, foggy night in November when he made his first appearance in the tutoring center. I'd been working there since the middle of my freshman year - I'm now a sophomore - helping my fellow students with everything from study skills to crafting a decent term paper to getting that elusive 'A' on the midterm or final exam.Speaking of grades, a little background about me: I'm a straight 'A

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I remember, as a child, when my mother explained to me that the best way to pick a gift for someone was to think of what you yourself would want to receive. A nice sentiment - and a good lesson, and a helpful one for the best friend's 10th birthday - but one which some people take a bit too literally. My boyfriend, for example. His Christmas gift to me was a long ski weekend with him and some of

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He left the message on my cell while I was in a meeting on Tuesday morning. "Hi Ashley, it's Jake. I'm at the airport, about to get on a plane - unexpected trip out of town for business this week. I won't be back until Saturday, but I'm looking forward to our next project. Check your mailbox when you get home this evening, I left you a note."It was great to hear from him, but a disappointment

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I'm not high maintenance. I'm not into high fashion. I'd much rather enjoy a beer and watch a game than have a cappuccino and go shopping for shoes. And no, I'm not fat, I'm not ugly, and I'm not an old spinster - I'm a fit, attractive, educated, professional woman of 24. I've just always enjoyed the company of guys and active, outdoor activities more than the girly activities most other

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"On a Wednesday???"At first, Jenny wasn't much impressed with my idea to go out that night after work to celebrate. "Well, yeah, there's not much point in celebrating 9/9/09 unless we actually do something, well, on 9/9/09! Come on, it'll be fun. It's been too long since we've gone out - let me call Anna too, it'll be the three of us, just like old times!"I knew Anna would be more into the

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Jake would be arriving any moment, so I quickly glanced around the room to make sure all was as it should be. When we'd parted ways the weekend before, he'd given me specific instructions about how to prepare for our next project - today's project - painting the dining room. And after the lessons I'd learned in our first encounter, I wasn't about to disappoint him. Not only did I have a lot to

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I sighed as I stepped back from the wall, shaking my head back and forth and frowning at the crooked edge I had just painted. As I let my head fall, discouraged, my eyes were just quick enough to notice a big glob of paint about to drip from the end of my brush. I managed to reach out just quickly enough for the splat of eggshell to land on the drop-cloth rather than the hardwood floor. Nice

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The hot summer sun was low in the western sky by the time she arrived in Paradise. Exhausted as she was after the full day's journey, Adeline walked directly to the hotel to get a room. "Last one available," the man at the counter exclaimed, although the building seemed eerily quiet. She signed the guestbook, handed over her $2, and followed his directions up the stairs and to the last door on

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It was a strange combination of emotions I felt as I lounged on the beautiful beach, my new bride in the chair beside mine, separated only by a table holding our tropical, umbrella-laden drinks. Guilt, sure, that was in the mix. Disbelief that we were really here, that we'd actually managed to tie the knot after all these years and a few struggles along the way. Vivid memories of my wedding

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It was a beautiful spring day, sunny and warm with just a slight breeze - the first nice weather in at least a week, and just what I needed to finish the job. We were scheduled to hold the grand unveiling in just a few days - on Earth Day. The garden was nearly ready, and I felt a combination of pride and relief. And sweat. As I rushed to plant the last of the seeds and sprouts before he

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I still pull out my notes from that semester quite often. The 'official' book, with my lecture notes, grade records, and sample papers from my best students, is appropriately filed away in my office at the college, ready for the next time I teach Physics 115. This book, identical in appearance on the outside but with quite different content within, stays at home, in the bedroom.I started

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With several dozen erotic stories under my belt, I'm always eager to take on new challenges.  Please don't hesitate to send your ideas!  I can't promise that I'll take on everything, but always happy to consider anything...

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I passed by several times, on several different days, before finding the courage to go in. It wasn't the courage to face some personal demon that I needed, just the kind of everyday bravery necessary to face old friends going through a sad time. The store was closing. I'd read about it in the newspaper first, and then got the inside story from a girlfriend of mine who still worked

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His cubicle was just across from mine. On a normal day, I would tune out his stories. But today, I was curious, and couldn't help but listen. Would last night's experience become part of his lexicon of lust? Would I become one of the nameless conquests he bragged of to anyone who would listen? Needless to say, the answer was yes. What follows is my account of what happened, with his version

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It was an old story, I know. The young woman who's struggling to pay her way through college. Realizes that she can make a pile of cash quickly if she's willing to take advantage of all of her assets. Great multi-tasking and organizational skills only got her 10 bucks an hour working in an office. But a little T&A could bring much more, and she'd have plenty of time for studying the rest of

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I was a few minutes early, so wasn't surprised not to find him at the bar. I left word with the hostess, found an empty seat, and ordered a glass of chardonnay. I'd been looking forward to this Valentine's Day evening all week - a romantic dinner out with my boyfriend, in one of the nicest restaurants in town. I was still shocked that he'd thought of it early enough to get a reservation, and

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I sat on the long, hard wooden bench, waiting for what seemed like an eternity because I had arrived so early. The footsteps of other students, rushing late to class, echoed through the old building. Occasionally someone would walk past, but for the most part I was alone, this hallway of faculty offices mostly empty on this Friday afternoon.I was nervous, squirming uncomfortably in the new outfit

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Red lace? Or maybe the black with white polka-dots? Hmm, no, I thought to myself as I rummaged through the drawer, I'll go with the blue satin today. I took just a moment to admire myself in the mirror as I put on the matching bra and panties, then quickly pulled on my scrubs and sensible clinic shoes and headed out the door.It was the least I could do to enliven my otherwise routine-filled day.

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It was truly one of those lust at first sight scenarios. As I read those words, it doesn't do it justice - it sounds sleasy, or cheap - but really, it's the best way to describe what happened. We come from completely different walks of life, and pursuing an actual relationship was out of the question, but, it seemed, we couldn't keep our hands off each other.I'm a grad student in English Lit, 23

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It all happened pretty naturally, really. I was an attractive, confident female graduate of the academy, one of just six women out of a class of 40, and the only one of those six who could convincingly pull off posing as a hooker. No offense to the other women - let's just say it was obvious that many of them played for the other team. Anyway, I was quickly selected to join the vice squad, and

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It had been two months since I moved back, and I still didn't feel any more at home. I had lived on the estate several years ago, but that was when my grandfather and uncle were still alive, when we still had live-in servants, when I was still a teenager. It was different now, with the reality of adulthood coming a little too quickly, the mansion and grounds now a lonely responsibility.Most

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I was new in town, a 22-year-old professional fresh out of college and recently relocated with no connections other than my Facebook friends, who were all over 1,000 miles away. My new job was great, and I had a fabulous condo overlooking the water, but I was still finding myself alone and unfulfilled. And it's not like I didn't have opportunities to go out - there were lots of evenings out after

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I wasn't used to all the attention. It had been a week since I had been tapped to fill the senate seat left vacant by one of our party's most venerable politicians, unfortunately brought down by a scandal blown way out of proportion. So what if he was caught texting young boys; it didn't detract from his record of standing up for family values!Back at the ranch, it had been a crazy time, what

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I'm not patient. Those who know me best describe me as a determined overachiever. I put myself through school, run my own business, and just bought my first house - and I just turned 25. I'm only truly happy when I'm in control - the main reason I knew I had to go into business for myself, rather than settling for working for someone else. I'm a stickler for details and have very high standards

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Wow, an interview! It was September, I had graduated with my Business degree in June, and had applied for countless jobs, none of which had panned out. Don't get me wrong, there had been several interviews, even a few offers, but none was exactly what I was looking for. But I was excited about this one, so it made my day to get the phone call.I had applied for the job weeks ago. Josh and Dan, a

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I walked slowly down the dark basement hallway, slightly creeped out to be there alone, and unsure of exactly what I'd find. After hours of searching the library catalog for sources for my research project, it seemed that virtually everything I was interested in was to be found in 'Special Collections', wherever that was. After a little checking around, it turned out that meant I'd be making my

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When I took the internship, I knew it would be more about making coffee and copies than actually getting involved, either in front of or behind the camera. But it didn't matter - it was still a good summer job, a chance to make some connections in the business, and a way to avoid going home, where my parents didn't support my dream to become a television journalist.It was the summer between my

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As I drank my morning coffee, ready to head for the office, I looked out the window at my back yard, not knowing what to do about the tall grass, the bushes growing out of control. When I bought this house back in January, I somehow imagined I'd never have to deal with these things that were completely out of my experience. But now that it was July, I was in over my head.I should back up a little

Kimbelinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009190694460571228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591793059132796120.post-2645751787780658112008-07-18T14:50:00.000-07:002009-08-17T14:51:20.550-07:00

I certainly never thought I'd be writing the story of how I found myself in a threesome. But here I am, dying to share the story, so let me give you a little background. My name's Brianna. I'm a junior in college, and have been going with Alex for just over a year now. I'm attractive, 5'8", blonde, fit, but most certainly not 'girly' - I never get my nails done, I've always preferred hanging out

Kimbelinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009190694460571228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591793059132796120.post-61294685195677753342008-07-10T14:53:00.000-07:002009-08-17T14:54:20.609-07:00

It was my morning to open the cafe, so I was in at 5am, alone until the first regulars arrived an hour later to join me. As I turned on the lights, started the coffee brewing, and began setting out pastries, I was reminded of why I loved 'Cafe Muse' and why I had jumped at the chance to work here.The owner, Jason, had put his life into the place, creating just the ambience he knew would be

Kimbelinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009190694460571228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591793059132796120.post-33373677192634852672008-06-30T14:52:00.000-07:002009-08-17T14:53:07.460-07:00

Swimming is my life. Well, OK, I have friends, family, and I did this whole thing last year where I went away to college. Even passed all my classes! But in the pool is where I'm truly happy. And I'm good. It's my swimming that got me admitted to Big State with a scholarship, and it's been the reason for the only traveling I've ever done, from state and regional competitions in high school to

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I set down my cup of tea with a sigh as I logged in to the computer and opened both e-mail accounts - mine, and my adviser's, which I checked for him each morning. Another day, another pile of work. But wait - was there something here, something other than the usual spam and messages from colleagues? Yes! I couldn't believe the news - the two e-mails we'd been hoping for, and they arrived on the

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I heard the door open, and looked up. There he was, right on time. At 7:55 each morning, Joshua came into the coffee shop near campus, where I was working as a barista. I'd been there about six months, since the start of the school year, and had gotten to know several of the regulars pretty well. But Joshua especially. He was an attractive man, which had gotten my attention initially, but more

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I buttoned my mint-green and white striped blouse, brushed my long brown hair free of the fabric, and looked at myself in the mirror. Perfect. The color complemented my light green eyes, but more importantly, the blouse accentuated my best asset, my prominent and, so I've been told, perfect rack.I was headed to campus for the Career Fair, and wanted to find the right balance between flirty and

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S.E.C.R.E.T.A.R.Y.That was all it said. On another day, I might have questioned the ad's lack of detail, or missed it altogether because of its brevity - but today, I needed a job. I hate to admit it, but I was fairly desperate. And, as I'd held jobs more responsible than 'secretary', I assumed I'd have a good chance to get it.So, I made the call. The man's voice was at once strong and

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"So, I was wondering," he said as we lay on the bed, spent from our mutual orgasm, "why don't you ever use similes in your writing?""Huh? Don't I?" I tried to respond innocently enough, but I knew exactly what he meant."No, really, you don't. You know I love your writing, but it really seems like that could add a new dimension.""Alright, fine. I'll admit it - I'm terrible at similes. Whenever I

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I was working late, again, when the guys from Engine House No. 12 stopped by, again. I was the only one in the office - funny how it always worked out that my boss was never around when bad news came, and I was always the one to handle it. Not that I particularly minded the visits from the firefighters - I'd always had a thing for guys in uniform...My boss was a great guy, but had really been

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I slowly pulled open the door to the banquet room, hoping to see an empty seat near the back of the room, so I could slink in, unnoticed. No such luck, I realized as I quietly closed the door behind me and scanned the room. Every row of seats was full except for a few empty chairs at the front of the room, directly in front of the stage. Taking a deep breath and tugging the hem of my dress down

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I thought the day would never end. There's nothing worse than a Valentine's Day at the office when you're the only single one in the place! An endless stream of flower deliveries, boxes of chocolates in various stages of being picked over, conversations in the elevator or the ladies room about whether tonight would be the night he would 'pop the question'. And I must admit, if I were involved

Kimbelinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009190694460571228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591793059132796120.post-87140634243471219002008-02-15T15:00:00.000-08:002009-08-17T15:01:09.819-07:00

The afternoon began innocently enough, with a gathering of friends, eating good food and looking forward to the game. And things ended with a great come-from-behind win by the underdog Giants, more food and drink, and friends parting ways again, wishing each other well until they met again. The middle was where things got interesting. I should probably introduce myself before diving into this

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Hey guys, I'm back! I hope you'll forgive me, it's been a few weeks since my last confession; that was my first, when I admitted to being an office slut. Fortunately for all those who've written me, asking for more stories, my behavior hasn't improved - I'm still the same cum-hungry, cock-sucking slut you met last time around. Still the coworker thought by most to be a goody-goody workaholic, but

Kimbelinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009190694460571228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591793059132796120.post-77658187136800252252008-02-03T15:21:00.000-08:002009-08-17T15:21:27.703-07:00

My name's Bianca, and I'm a 21-year-old future vintner. Yes, as bizarre as most of my friends and family back home thought it was, I had always wanted to make wine. A few years back, I had packed up, left home (the midwest), and moved out to California, where I was now studying. My studies were twofold. I was enrolled in a viticulture program at the university, earning some credentials, and also

Kimbelinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009190694460571228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591793059132796120.post-83067317878114505662008-01-29T15:05:00.000-08:002009-08-17T15:05:34.878-07:00

I could hardly believe it. Here I was, about to start teaching in one of the same lecture halls where I'd found myself as a wide-eyed undergrad about 10 years before. See, I had just finished my Ph.D. in European History the year before, and after a whirlwind job hunt and several interviews, had landed a lectureship at my alma mater. I knew I was at the bottom of the totem pole, and would

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My name is... well, let's keep names out of this, to protect the innocent. Or at least those who hope to keep up the illusion of innocence. Let me just share this much: I'm an office slut.I hold an important job, and am well respected by my coworkers for the good work I do. I arrive at the office at the same time each morning, and leave at the same time each night. I'm famous for my clean desk,

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It had been four months since our hot adventure - when my twin sister Toni and I had enjoyed our first sexual experience together - and things were pretty much back to normal. We rarely talked of that early summer day, busy as we were with the school year starting up again. For those who might not remember the more mundane details of that last story I shared, Toni teaches music and I teach art at

Kimbelinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009190694460571228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591793059132796120.post-74795923557056293012007-12-16T15:19:00.000-08:002009-08-17T15:20:11.345-07:00

Each day the bus passed by that used car dealership, and each day I ogled the red 1994 RX7 in the lot. I had owned my own car as a teenager, a gift from my grandparents when I turned 16, but I sold it when I went away to college, and now, in my twenties, all of my money went towards paying off student loans and rent on my great apartment. I was happy with the choices I had made, but I had to

Kimbelinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009190694460571228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591793059132796120.post-6599468560032452072007-12-09T14:55:00.000-08:002009-08-17T14:57:22.318-07:00

It all started about a month after I arrived in New York. It was an old story, I guess - the small town girl who finds her way to the big city to find fame and glory as a dancer, a musician, or, in my case, as an actress. I had the passion, drive and talent to make myself a success. Growing up, I had never wanted anything else. As a child, I had starred in every school play, participated in every

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As I settled into my seat on the plane to go back to school after Thanksgiving, I couldn't help but think through the crazy events of the weekend. It had all started with my mom's comment when she opened the door to welcome me home."Welcome home, Brianna. Oh... is that what you're wearing?"Ouch. It wasn't surprising in the least, as my mom seemed to make a sport out of putting down the way her

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"Yes, Jim, yesssss...." I hissed as he fucked me from behind. We had developed a naughty little habit of fooling around in his office whenever we thought we could get away with it. Sometimes I would just suck him off, other times I'd ride him right in his big leather chair, but today we were engaged in my favorite activity: he had bent me over his desk, hiked my short skirt up to my waist, and

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I recognized him as soon as I walked into the office, but tried to keep my cool. Jim Johnson was my idol, my favorite sports writer, and now here I was, recent journalism grad, starting my first day of work at the same paper where he'd spent his career! It was October, I had just graduated from Big State in June, and still had goosebumps from the phone call last week when I learned I'd gotten the

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I took the trays from the refrigerator and put them on the counter, and then pulled up a stool and sat down to start my work. First, I carefully placed a 10-inch marzipan cock on a chocolate cake destined for a bachelorette party. Once that was done, I moved on to arranging little candy tits around the edge of a sheet cake whose icing read, "Happy Birthday Bob!"I was dressed in my usual outfit

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"Sam, we're going to run out of gas! Why didn't you stop when we had the chance?"I knew this would provoke an argument, but I couldn't help it - my boyfriend was so stubborn about things like this, and it drove me up the wall!"Don't worry, Julia, we'll make it just fine. Trust me!""Yeah, right. Just like a few hours ago, when you refused to ask for directions, and we wasted all that time on the

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It was a Friday evening in June, and my twin sister Toni and I were at the Marina Pub, enjoying what would likely be our last outing of the year with colleagues from work. We were both teachers at the high school a few blocks away, and over the past school year, it had become a tradition for many of the teachers to meet at the pub after work to enjoy a few cold beverages before starting the

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"Hello Carly, my name is Mr. Johnson. I'm calling in regards to your listing on Maple Drive. I'm prepared to make an offer based on the description online, but I do want to see the property before proceeding. I will be in town on business tomorrow, and have a few hours between my last meeting and my return flight. I hope that we can arrange to meet for a walk-through at 7:30pm. If that will be

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I was practicing a difficult passage from the Brahms 4th when my stand-mate arrived at the rehearsal. "Good morning, Anne," she said in her usual cheery voice. I nodded back to her, but kept playing. Karen and I went back to our conservatory days, and were quite good friends, but when I was in the zone, warming up for a rehearsal, I would never stop to chat.I was principal cellist for the

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We had just finished the last workout before tryouts, and I wasn't sure whether I had done enough to impress the coach. Maybe a little kissing up was in order? It was August, and I was one of dozens of incoming freshmen trying out for Big State's cheerleading squad. I had been the captain of my high school squad, and cheerleading was the highlight of my high school experience. But I came from a

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I was finally boarding the plane, after making my way through the maze of airport security, when my cell phone rang. Oh, good, it was my best friend Tina! We'd been playing phone tag for a few days, and I wanted to talk to her before taking off on this business trip."Hey, Tina, you just caught me - I'm getting on the plane right now!""I thought I might catch you, Kristie! I hope you have a great

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"Kaitlyn?"Recognizing a familiar voice behind me, I turned around. "Susanne! What are you doing here?" She was a friend of my parents', and I had gone to school with her kids. But what she was doing here, in the hallway outside my dorm room, I had no idea."I'm here to help Geoffrey move in - right down the hall from you, it looks like!"It was a challenge, but I managed to contain my honest

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It had been a week since I discovered that they had been getting together for sex - 'they' being Jason, my steady boyfriend for the past two years, and Danielle, my rival. Jason was shocked at my reaction when I found them together - rather than being angry, I had offered up my virgin ass for him to fuck right in front of her, showing that I wouldn't give up my man without a fight. He spent the

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After throwing on my work clothes and gulping down my morning coffee, I was out the door. I was particularly excited to get to the studio today, as our mystery guest artist would be arriving. I guess I should explain; I'm an artist. Glass blowing is my medium. I had left my family and friends behind a few years back in order to move to the big city and work in one of the best studios around, in

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You don't remember me? Can't place my face? Or are you just pretending not to remember, trying to make things work with that sweetie-pie girlfriend of yours? Either way, for the past few minutes, you've been glancing across the bar in my direction whenever you think she isn't looking. Oh, but I remember you, and the games we used to play.I suppose it's possible you wouldn't recognize me - tonight

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Dear Jeremy,You won't believe it - I've actually founds someone. Don't be coy - you know what I'm talking about. And of all times, when you're out of town on business, so we'll have to wait a few days to talk about it!Love, SaraThat was the e-mail I sent to my boyfriend from work between meetings. Let me give you a little background, so you can catch up and understand my excitement! I'm in my

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My name's Amber, but my sorority sisters call me 'Straight A'. Why? It's really a perfect nickname, which is why it stuck. I'm a great student, straight A grades. 'Straight' also fits because I'm pretty predictable, not much of a rule-breaker. But unfortunately the other connotation is my 'A' cup breasts. Oh, who am I kidding - they'd be an A minus cup, if there were such a thing. The only A

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There is not even time to get undressedBefore you have me by my hair so blondeAnd with your hand again upon my breastI'm on my knees in hopes that you’ll respond.Your cock, inside my mouth, becomes erect,Responding to the pressure I apply.I am so glad that this is the effect,As you, consumed in ecstasy, do sigh.I take your balls in hand with every strokeAs you pinch both my nipples 'till they're

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March 16Dear Diary,OK, I've decided. In honor of my first St. Patrick's Day since turning 21, I'm finally going to do it. It's time to live the fantasy, rather than just, well, fantasizing. I can't tell anyone what I'm thinking of doing - I'd be too embarrassed - but maybe if I write out my plan in detail here in my diary, I'll have the courage to follow through.It was about 10:30 when I finished

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It's a warm Tuesday afternoon in May, and I'm catching up on my studying on the lawn outside the music building. I'm a music major at the University of... well, to protect the innocent let's just say it's a large state university in California. Plenty of time before my piano lesson, I think to myself, until I glance at my watch... 2:25 - only 5 minutes until my lesson! I must have lost track of

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