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Even still I’m not quite sure exactly what about her caught my eye. Simply given a perfunctory glance, I probably would have passed over her but for one thing. I can’t truly say that she stood out to me, for she wasn’t one that you might particularly notice. However, there was an aura, if you will, a vibe. Simply put, I felt at ease around her.

She was a petite girl, a full head or more shorter than myself, slender, but not skinny. She had an iridescent shade of hair. The kind that looks brown in some light and auburn in others. She didn’t posses that ravishing quality of beauty that some women do, but she was by no means unattractive. With a confident stance and frequent smile, she struck me as someone comfortable with themselves as well as others.

I watched her for a while as she served the other customers. Actually quite graceful as she bustled around pouring coffee and taking orders, I caught myself smiling at her when she arrived at our table to take our orders. Her nametag glinted in the sunlight shining through the window by our booth. 2 years of service it proclaimed, just beneath her name. Lydia, a good name. She finished scribbling our orders and jammed the ticket into her apron pocket, hurrying off. Fancying myself quite the amateur sleuth I made myself a mental note to come back again and watch her more. Then I remembered why I was there.

But what I really noticed about Lydia was her eyes. They were large and expressive, and I felt that if I were to gaze deep enough into them I would see a reflection of my soul. Her eyes were an indescribable color, some part brown, some part green, and some part yellow. All mixed together in a glorious sunburst of color. I now know that the correct term for her shade of eyes is ginger. But at the time all I could think was how splendid they were.

She returned with our orders now and flashed a smile. Her eyes twinkled. She turned to pour my coffee and I noticed pleasantly the way her blouse clung to her chest. Leaving us to our breakfast I peered through the blinds at the early morning streets. The last cold tendrils of winter were slowly releasing their grasp of the city. Spring was on its way. I took a bite of my eggs. Cold. Oh well, I guess that’s what you get for ordering a buck fifty breakfast. Looking out the window once again I decided that I was no longer hungry, and my mind started to wander.

My mother always said that the eyes are the windows to a person’s soul. And while I never particularly bought into that, having seen Lydia’s eyes I could see why someone would think such a thing. There was something about the way that they sparkled that made me feel as though she knew something I didn’t. That she had in her possession some grand secret and was waiting for just the right moment to share it with the world.

At this point I suppose I had resumed watching Lydia again, and was beginning to stare. That’s when my partner elbowed me. Caught off guard, I jumped. Regaining my composure I shot him a look. Chuckling, he glanced around to get his bearings. “It’s time,” he said, nodding at the clock on the wall. He placed a twenty on the table, plenty to cover the bill and an ample tip.

We stood, and exited the booth, heading for the door. Out of the warmth of the restaurant, the crisp morning air caught my breath and I paused. Looking to my right I could see the street as it disappeared into the horizon. I tilted my head up and closed my eyes, seeing Lydia’s nametag dance in front of my eyes. I took a deep breath. Glancing at my partner I nodded, smiling. Stepping into the street, we blended into the early morning rush of pedestrians on their way to work.

Speaking of work, maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Tres.

I’m a hit man.

Hit men. The newspaper said there were probably four of them. I chuckled. Four. Next it’ll be six. My partner and I must be some awfully big men. I laughed at my own joke. All it really takes is one man. One man and a briefcase full of methyltrinitrobenzene. Toss in a timer to boot, and BAM, one less mom and pop diner to give my boss grief. Actually the only real reason we use two is cause of the buddy system. One man does the job. The other is there to keep him calm. Be a decoy if necessary. To do what it takes to make sure that the first gets the job done. That’s my job. I’m man number two.

My partner, Glen, he’s man number one. He does the job. I’m just along for the ride. Five years my senior, Glen has been with our boss long enough to be trusted. Me? Well, I’m working on it. We work for one of the more prominent “businessmen” in the Midwest, one mister Isaac. Isaac is his first name. Apparently very few people know his last name. The majority of those that do wish they didn’t. I decided it wasn’t worth knowing, so I didn’t bother to ask. Just so long as the money keeps coming in.

I turned and gazed out the window of my apartment. The sun was beginning to slide beneath the horizon. You could see the first few stars beginning to twinkle. It reminded me of Lydia’s eyes. I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift. Recalling images of the previous morning. In my mind I saw her with her nametag, vigilantly boasting of her two years of valued service and loyalty to her boss. She smiled, and her eyes shone. Poor Lydia. Poor sweet Lydia with her nametag and pot of coffee. I prayed she was all right. An exercise in futility, I’m sure.

But I hated to think otherwise. I attempted to imagine the explosion. I envisioned the little diner, peaceful and serene one moment, a raging inferno the next. A white-hot ball of fire engulfing everything in its reach. I saw the smoldering ashes and smelled cordite. I watched as officers on the scene removed the remains of what was once an expensive briefcase. The same briefcase that Glen “forgot” beneath our table. I glimpsed the weeping families of the victims, and I wanted to apologize. To say I was sorry, I was just doing my job. And I saw a melted gold plastic nametag. Lydia, it said, two years of service. My mind reeled. Hit man, I told myself. I’m a hit man. I was just doing my job. No different than the dozens of times I’ve done it before. That’s what I do.

Actually I don’t like to refer to myself as a hit man. A thug, maybe. Even a lackey. Not a hit man. Truth be told, I suppose I’m a jack-of-all-trades. Creative problem solver. That’s me. You have an issue, which can’t be resolved within your means, than I’m your man. Have a load of guns or coke you need smuggled into the country, call on me. Assassin for hire, gunrunner, drug dealer. That’s what I do. All at the request of Mr. Isaac, of course. You have a problem, you call him, and he calls me. Problem solved. For a price. The poor fellow who ran the diner found himself on the bad end of a deal with Mr. Isaac. Not being an especially tolerant man he called on Glen and myself to make an example of the diner. Problem solved. Issue dealt with.

Hearing the chime of the clock on the wall I re-focused my attention on the paper in my lap. Picking it up, the headlines jumped at me.

Diner Explosion, Twenty-Three Dead.

Arson Suspected. Police Have

Leads on Four Hit men Possibly Involved.

Hit man. That’s me. I closed my eyes and dozed. In my dreams I saw Lydia. She smiled. Her eyes tell me that she has a secret. What is your secret, dear sweet Lydia, I wonder. In one hand she holds a pot of coffee. In the other, a ticket. The light from somewhere glints off her nametag. Two years of service it shouts at me. Two years of service.

Two years of service. One less than the amount of time I’ve been with Mr. Isaac. It makes me wonder what the last three years of my life would have been like had I not become acquainted with him. Perhaps I would be the one pouring coffee in a small diner. Wearing a gold nametag with the words “Three Years of Service” inscribed on it. Smiling brightly and asking a c
ustomers seating preference. But that’s a moot point now. I’m not a waiter in some small diner. I am a well-regarded business associate of the afore mentioned Mr. Isaac. Business associate. That’s what he would call it. Nothing more. Nothing less. He’s the boss. I’m the employee. He says jump, I ask how high. That’s the way it is and has been for the past three years. You don’t like it, too bad. Deal with it.

I lean against the bar and take in my surroundings. Glen and I came here at the beckon of Mr. Isaac. To my left I can see out the windows and into the cool night. A brightly lit sign tells me that they serve Budweiser here. Budweiser, king of beers. I don’t care for it. Tastes like old piss to me. I’m more of a Coors kind of guy. Tap the Rockies, man. To my right I can see into the bar. A few hanging lamps dimly illuminate the table where Glen sits, listening to the instructions of Mr. Isaac.

I can feel the hard surface of the bar against my back. An ancient jukebox plays a lonesome tune. I can’t place it. I sigh, returning my gaze to the table where Glen and Mr. Isaac sit. I watch Glen’s lips move, and he stands, indicating that their conversation is over. Stepping towards me he buttons his jacket and gestures at the door. “The game is afoot, Watson” he quips. I smile. Indeed, the game is afoot.

Leaving the bar behind us we head for the bottoms in Glen’s blue Nova. He drives and I watch out the window as buildings speed by. The clock on the dash indicates that it is twenty past four in the morning. Doesn’t feel like it. But then, I haven’t really slept in the past three and a half days. I’m reminded of a movie that was out a few years ago. It’s about these two guys who are hit men. All the clocks in that movie were stuck on four twenty. Some obscure drug reference, I guess. But these two guys are just so cool. It’s like nothing gets to them. They talk and joke throughout the entire movie, like they were best friends on their way to some social function. They kill, and they kill, and they kill again. And they don’t even blink. Like it’s as normal as taking a piss when you get up. It’s a good movie, but I laugh every time I see it. They make it seem so easy. So simple. Personally, I can hardly bring myself to look at Glen, much less talk to him. Especially when we’re on the job. And every time we kill I feel like a little bit more of my humanity slips away, till someday I’ll have become this ruthless monster with no morals and no dreams except to destroy.

And I fear that when that day comes I wont have the will to end it all then and there. Like a man. Sometimes I think about leaving it all behind me and starting over. But I know it could never be that easy. Mr. Isaac would never let it be that easy. No one just up and leaves his little cabal like that. I’ve known one or two of the unfortunate souls who tried. Needless to say I don’t know them anymore. No, I’m better off just dealing with the cards I’ve been dealt.

My mind turns to Lydia again. It saddens me. The bittersweet irony is that had we been in different circumstances she was just about exactly the kind of girl that I would date. How I wish I could change the past. How I wish that I had never heard of the man Mr. Isaac and his need for an associate with my particular skills. Someone quick on their feet with a good head on their shoulders. I think of my mother, six years in her grave, god bless her soul. She would have hated who I’ve become. It goes against everything she taught me. She wanted me to do something with myself. To be somebody. Like dad. Maybe be a marine, like dad. But mother, I think, I am somebody. Look at everything I have. An apartment in the nicest part of the city. The best clothes money can buy. And a car that gets all the chicks attention. I’m a successful man, just like you wanted. But inside I feel it. Something gnawing at my innermost being, and I know. I’m a fraud. A clever hoax created only to fool myself. God I hate being insightful. I tear those thoughts from my mind. Hit man, I tell myself. I’m a hit man. A successful business associate of Mr. Isaac. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Rounding a corner I see that we’re there. Pulling in behind the building, Glen kills the engine. Closing the car door behind me, I see that we’ve parked behind a large warehouse near the river. Nice, I think to myself, it’s like a scene out of a lousy mobster movie. According to Glen we’re here to receive a shipment of Phenylethylbarbituric acid, or Phenobarbital, from Mr. Isaac’s supplier. Pretty routine I suppose, except we don’t usually rendezvous at the storage location. Less chance of problems that way. Oh well, I don’t question his decisions. I like having both my kidneys. I’m just starting to get nervous when the loading dock door opens.

A small man walks out. He looks Mexican. I don’t recognize him. But then, I don’t know a lot of Mr. Isaac’s suppliers. He says nothing, but simply stares at us. I suppose having satisfied him that we’re friends he returns to the door, returning a minute later with three large trash bags. Each one is completely full with Phenobarbital. He looks at us again, and his eye twitches. Something’s not right here, I think to myself. Suddenly the man’s face explodes outwards as a shot rings out of the empty doorway. Bits of bone and brain matter spray my chest. Three more shots exit the doorway as the man collapses and leaves a sickening mess on the concrete dock. I’m paralyzed. I can’t think. My mind whirls. Shots. Phenobarbital. Glen.

My world explodes as something fast and loud notches my ear. It’s an ambush, I think. A ruse. Someone who has a reason to want us not to complete our transaction. A rival dealer. My mind skips to Glen. Glen. Where is he? I’m running, and calling his name. Wait. I hear someone. It sounds like Glen.

“GLEN!” I call. “Let’s go!”

I’m startled by a voice from behind me. I whirl around to face the barrel of Glen’s nine millimeter. He’s standing behind it, leering at me.

“Oh Tres”, he says, “Why couldn’t you have stayed home tonight? It should never have come down to this.” I was stunned. What was going on? My mind searched for an answer.

“You know”, he continued, “I loved you like a brother. Always protected you. But I could never manage to sway your loyalty, could I? We could’ve been rich together. Lived like kings. Anything you wanted, it could have been yours. But, no, you wouldn’t believe that Mr. Isaac would let anyone live after leaving him. Maybe it’s time you saw the truth. That Mr. Isaac isn’t the be-all and end-all in this world.”

What was he talking about? Then it hit me. Glen was doing it. He was defecting. Leaving Mr. Isaac for someone who could offer him more. Grasping at the bigger better deal. A second man stepped out of the shadows. A lit cigarette drooped from his lips. He held a sub-automatic handgun. Pretty standard. But powerful. He pointed it at me.

With a hoarse voice he spoke. “Hello, Tres. I’m sorry to meet under these circumstances. But I’m sure you understand. Your friend here has made the wise decision of leaving your Mr. Isaac for someone who truly has power. Isn’t that right, friend?” And he turned to Glen. Glen smiled. It scared me somehow. Returning his eyes to me he chuckled. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have business to attend to.”

Leveling the barrel of his gun at my forehead I braced myself for death.

Wheeling around he pulled the trigger. I heard a voice. A scream. Glen’s scream. The back of his head opens up and sprays blood and gore into the early morning air. Firing again, Glen’s jaw disappears in a mess of bone and flesh. Falling to the ground, his body makes an ugly thump. I can hardly believe my eyes. He’s dead. The man who was the biggest part of the last three years of my life has just been brutally murdered right before my eyes. Turning to me the man with
the cigarette smiles.

“I’m sorry, my friend. Hate to burst your bubble, but there isn’t anyone with more power than Mr. Isaac. And he does not tolerate disloyalty. In any form. I’m sure you’d do the same if you were in his position. So you’ll have to pardon the means with which he display’s his displeasure, because when you’re that powerful you pretty much have license to do as you please. Pleasant dreams, friend.”

And he points that gun at my head. A thousand things go through my mind. Glen. Glen is dead. All because he had the balls to do what I could never bring myself to do. And I’m next. Phenylethylbarbituric acid. Phenobarbital. Four twenty.

Lydia. Oh Lydia. I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?

A loud noise shakes my skull. And it feels like my head is exploding. Darkness is pulling my thoughts. Pulling them down to a dark place. A place of no return. Thoughts collide. Mother. She’s dead. Shot? No. Glen’s been shot. Spring is coming. Coming to get me. She’s coming. Lydia. Lydia and her secret eyes. The stars are like her eyes. And her coffee. Lydia and her nametag. Gold plastic. Lydia. Gold plastic. Melted. Melted gold plastic. Two years of service. Two years of service. Two? Three? Three years of service.

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Mr. Marcus and Brandi are still coupled on the bed after Zenellis interrupted their coitus, took Brandi's cherry ass and left. Zenellis's daughter Saroya is hiding under the bed. Zenellis jerked his head, and his party of three departed as abruptly as they'd come. Speaking of cumming, Brandi was jamming herself down on my prick. I could feel the impact of her pussy against my pubic bone. She was trying to get her clit stimulated, I guessed, or she was really into pain. I squeezed...

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The Ring

The day started so normally. I had finished the coding for the bank software I was working on and took an early lunch. As I wandered around downtown, I was feeling sorry for myself. My ice cold frigid wife was being her usual bitchy self. It was so different before we got married. While we didn’t have intercourse, we did everything else. She gave the best head I had ever had. Then right after our honeymoon, she just stopped, stopped giving me blowjobs, even stopped any hand jobs. We still had...

Mind Control
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My Wife As A Dog

WARNING: This story has absolutely no transgender elements in it. Permission was kindly granted from the FictionMania task force to archive it within the "Miscellaneous Stories" category. It also was the author's first transformative story, written ten years ago in 1992, and this should be kept in mind when reading it. This story is a loose adaptation/novelization of the "Friday the 13th: The Series" episode "My Wife As A Dog," which originally aired on March 3, 1990. Earlier...

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The new Secretary Short Story

Mary Monroe, 21, secretary, single, enjoys one-night-stands more than a continuous relationship. In her vivid fantasies she uses her body to entice and encourage men to a spontaneous encounter without responsibility. Making love with the same partner for more than once seems to bore her and to hinder her for the all so fascinating new adventures: I'm a bit nervous on the first day of my new job as a secretary. The manager that introduces me to my duties is young, handsome and very lively. With...

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18 Hours Together

It was truly a miracle, baby. You, my darling, my Shirley, and I actually had an entire night safely alone together, one time only, a once-in-a-lifetime gift that just fell in our laps, unbidden. What a wonderful thing it was. I know you remember every detail, just like I do, but you asked me to write it all down as a story, so here it is. And, just to heighten the thrill of it, I’m posting it on this story site for thousands of people to read, and no one will ever know if it’s true or not....

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The Introduction

Mick knew that he had to do something with his hopeless marriage, for two long he had expressed the loathing he had for it, but he also knew that a formal break could be very, very expensive. ‘If I could just get her sexually active, get her to fuck and suck, I would be satisfied. I then could take the constant whining of ‘do this or do that’, or ‘that wasn’t done etc. etc’. But how was the question, especially now that he had finally introduced himself to a woman he had been saying ‘good...

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HIS PET 11

CHAPTER 11: ‘EXOTISCHE EROTISCHE SOCIAAL’ = EXOTIC EROTIC SOCIALWhen I thought I had detected some movement outside while Hein, Chris and I were engaged in our activities in the living room, I had discounted it for all the reasons that flashed through my mind, the most significant being the dogs hadn’t sounded an alarm. And, they certainly would have if anyone was outside other than a member of the household. Of course, that would turn out to be the key differentiating factor.* * * * *After...

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Cherrys Treat

Cherry's Treat Cherry came home from work and flopped on the couch. She was tired, hungry, and horny. It had been months since she had a good fuck since her boyfriend was out of town and self-pleasuring was starting to get old. All she wanted was a hot bath and some wine. So when the knock came on the door; she grimaced as she got up to answer it. Opening the door she saw no one. Getting ready to close it, she glanced down and noticed the box. Bringing it inside, she set it on the coffee table...

Straight Sex
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Gold Plated Garbage TruckChapter 1 Your Cheatin Heart

Emily and me was married for fifteen wonderfully whole, thought provoking and blissful years, when the unthinkable got thought. And believe you me I was not the one doing any of the thinking. I never would let myself get caught thinking the unthinkable because that could leave you deep in the doodoo. How ... ever there it was before my very own eyes and no one else's, and I seen what I saw first hand. I caught her trading spit and doing tongue maneuvers with none other than Homer C....

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To Hell and Back Again CH 1

“Where am I?”He looked out at tall trees and knee-high grass of emerald green. Birds trilled in the high branches. A summer sun blazed golden in a pale, blue sky.Another thought followed. One that left a cold drip of fear to trickle down his spine.“Who am I?”A long moment of deep silence passed as he explored the blank areas of his mind. Something very close to panic began to boil in his chest. What happened? What was wrong with him? What if-“Logan. Logan Proud Bear.” The name, his name, burst...

Supernatural
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Finding ShelterChapter 7

"Gee, that wasn't awkward," I said to Carrie when Kasey went to call a couple of her friends. "It wasn't terribly awkward," she said. "I mean I wasn't uncomfortable." "You have to admit it was a tad bit embarrassing," I asserted. "Now you're going to lose your new best buddy if you don't go to dinner with me on Valentine's Day." I tried to turn the conversation to another line. "What's this Cee and Kay about?" I asked. "Kasey said her friends call her Kay," she said....

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The Dildo That Erased Claire Bonnevilles MemoryChapter 9

They lingered long enough that, in Claire's mind, this had gone beyond just getting some dessert to being an actual date. She felt guilty about that, but was having enough fun that she brushed that aside. She was firm in her resolve not to do anything with this fascinating man until later ... after the divorce. To that end she dropped him off and, other than agreeing to run with him the next day, took no actions of any kind to encourage him to do something dangerous, like try to kiss her...

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Red Cashmere Sweater

Red Cashmere Sweater.I’m Dave 28 and lead guitar in a band. Today I’m playing at a wedding of a good friend.All the band have been mates since school. We’re all fit red blooded men. James is the only one married. On normal nights we get our share of the girls. However on weddings unattached girls are rare! We tend to get u******ed girls hanging around; left un-touched. They tend to pick up on the sex of the event. Not necessarily the bride and groom but their horny parents. Tonight is no...

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Week At Camp BrowningChapter 7

"Wake up, lover." Shelly gently rocked Lisa's shoulder as she tried to wake the sleeping girl. "Rise and shine. Closing ceremonies today!" "Huh?" Lisa said rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Closing ceremonies right after breakfast!" Laurie's heart sank and her face went into a pitiful pout. Today she would have to say goodbye to her lover, probably forever. Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't know how she could ever be happy again without Shelly. She threw her arms around...

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family FUCK

It was 1 A.M. and I was about to go to sleep but first I decided I was going to jack-off. I was home from college for summer break and it seemed in the only time I had to myself was in the middle of the night. My 19 year old sister and my parents seemed to constantly be knocking on my door asking various things. I pulled off my pants and boxers and sat at my computer. I turned on some porn and started stroking my cock as it stiffened to its 8 inch length. Normally, I close and lock my door...

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When Johnny Comes Marching Home Ch 01

Hero veteran returns home disgraced and in poor health. Once a big, scary, well-conditioned brute of a man, Johnny used to be a mean and nasty son of a bitch. If you were his enemy, especially if you were his enemy, he’d as soon as kill you than look at you. Now just a poor excuse for a man, broken and despondent, he was the shell of the man he used to be. A facade he needed to maintain as a Navy Seal, deep down he was a good man with a keen sense of right, wrong, honor, and loyalty. Whenever...

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Romantic interludes in bed

They arrived home at 2:30 A.M. after a six-hour, non- stop motorcycle ride. Tired and dirty, they decided to shower together before turning in. They held each other close as the warm water washed over them, kissing and enjoying the face-to-face contact and conversation they were denied on the bike. Although tired, they laughed and rubbed themselves playfully against each other: the 40-year-old half-Armenian bearded malcontent and the 20-something Chinese clarinetist. After shampooing each...

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Lifes DiscoveriesChapter 10 A New Beginning

I woke up with a start, only to see Hannah and Madison standing over me with their arms crossed, Hannah looking stern, and Madison looking confused. Madison was wearing one of Hannah's robes and was leaning slightly on my dresser. Hannah was fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. "Well" Hannah started. "I think we all need to discuss what happened last night" Dread filled my heart, was she going to rat me out to the authorities? "First, personally, I would like to say thank you for...

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A Father and Son Fuck Ch 02

I had fucked Peter some fifteen years ago and now I had just fucked his son, also named Peter. Both had been doing building work for me, the elder when I was married and the younger now I was divorced. The father and I had it when I was living in a large rambling house in Chigwell, just outside London in Essex. With the son it was at was at my duplex apartment in London Docklands. With Peter senior, it had been adultery for both of us, but with the son we were free spirits as I was now divorced...

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my two wives part 2

Introduction: misterjedi MY TWO WIVES PART II I am not the author of this story. Chapter 1 After my divorce from Carol I took a break from women for a while, and concentrated on my job. I kept the job that Carol had earned for me, and returned back home to the companys depot in Scotland. Thats where i met Jill, while out on a blind date that was arranged by one of the data clerks working in my office. I had fancied her straight away. By this time I was 27 and Jill was just 21. She was a real...

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Office Sex With Prachi

Hi, this is Rohit as you enjoy my stories. I use to work on a company in Mumbai where I meet my co-worker (Prachi) who is married but was advantages and bold. But that didn’t stop her from having an affair with me over the course of a few months. Prachi was a 42yr old married co-worker who at first didn’t interest me and seemed more interested in the boss than her husband. She was fair skin, about 5ft 4inches, 110pounds, with average sized hips and, by my estimate, C sized tits. She worked in...

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Karens Decision

"Get your sissy little pantied faggot ass butt over here," Karen demanded. She'd never talked to me that way before, and I was actually shocked that she'd use language like that to me, her husband. I had just woken up in the guest room. Karen wouldn't let me sleep with her in the 'master' bedroom. I didn't belong there, she told me. "My, don't we look just precious in our feminine little nightie?" she asked. She knew what I was wearing as she'd demanded I wear the lingerie...

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Valentines Gift for My Lady

Her Valentines Gift By Brenda Her long flowing chestnut brown hair mixed with my long brown hair as we passionately embraced on the king-size four poster bed. I would catch a glimpse or two as I peered up between kisses. Mostly I saw her bright red lips as they neared my pink painted lips. She nibbled gently on my soft lips before driving her tongue into my mouth. Kissing me deeply as the temperature in me rose. She caressed my face with her beautifully manicured hand as she...

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Veronica ColemanChapter 3

Veronica was reading through a report on one of Adrian's prompted cases and seeing where the defence had failed the client when there was a knock on the door. She looked up as Sally opened it. "Mrs. Coleman, your car is here." She said. Veronica looked at the clock; it was half-past four. "They're early!" She said. "My dear Veronica, I'm afraid we're late, your hours are from 9 to 4, and I do offer my apologies." Sir Bartholomew said sounding appropriately concerned. "But...

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Maggies Adventures for a horny Boss

maggie's adventures at work Chapter 1 Larry is a banker, and he enjoys his life. The job pays him nicely, and he has a gorgeous girlfriend. He also has a nice home in a good neighborhood. Wheat he likes most is the fact that he usually gets off the afternoon, as his tasks are normally complete. This gives him ample time to pursue other things in the afternoon. He has taken to writing a book, as he hopes that he will someday become published.While on the computer in the den, he hears...

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The GameChapter 6

At her desk, Sarah laid down the robbery file, took the Tammy Cameron file from her drawer and opened it. She stared for several seconds at the lovely face smiling back at her from the photo. God, she's beautiful, thought the detective. "Still got the hots for her, eh?" smiled Banks as he walked up from behind. Caught by surprise, Sarah was a bit flustered as she quickly closed the folder. "Uh, just wondering if we missed anything." "Uh huh. I'd say you're missing her all right,"...

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rub out whilst rocking out

Things can happen when you least expect them. This was very unexpected.This is a true short story, slightly altered by rose tinted glasses.It all takes place in Rock City in Nottingham, we ( a big group of friends) had travelled to this greatvenue to watch our one of our favourite bands, Megadeath, in the late 90’s. We were all excited andfull of anticipation for the show we were about to watch. We were drinking in the bus and theatmosphere grew and grew. For most of us this was the first time...

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3 girls

I was out to dinner with my wife’s friend Jenni and her friend Lara who was in town from California. My wife was out of town in Atlanta at a convention and asked me to take the girls out to eat while Lara was in town. We decided to go out downtown and stopped at a bar before dinner. Jenni and Lara were both looking pretty hot all done up to go out that night. Jenni is a 5’8 brunette with medium length hair and great eyes. Lara is also a brunette, about 5’5 with shoulder length hair and sexy...

Group Sex
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Romantic Massage

After years of giving her shoulder massages while at work, I’d convinced my store manager, Lori, to let me practice doing a full body massage on her. She’d had professional massages many times, so I was quite interested in hearing how my skills compared. I was on my way over to her place now, we’d waited till her husband was out of town as she didn’t know how he’d take her getting a massage from me. When I got to her place I grabbed my duffle out of the car and headed up to the door. Lori...

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Watching my wife

As I was watching my wife sucking hungrily on the large cock in her mouth, I thought about what a lucky man I am. We had discussed our fantasies and when I told her my hottest fantasy was watching her suck and fuck other guys, she at first looked at me kind of shocked ,then said, tell me more. I told her I loved her and didn't want anyone else but her, but the idea of her sharing her pussy with other men was something that made my cock rock hard. As we talked about it further, she started to...

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stranger assfuck at park

One sunny bright day i had finished up work early and had time to kill before i had to pick up my girlfriend at the time. I decided to head to the park and head to the dock figuring I would relax a little. The dock extended out past some trees that slightly concealed the entrance. I noticed people off on distant docks but no one seemed to be on my side of the park. I noticed a man walking around. As he spotted me he turned and headed in my direction. Oh no I thought, someone bored looking to...

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Arlene and JeffChapter 566

Jeff was sitting with Tosha on one side of him and Kei on the other while everyone ate. Kei leaned forward to see Tosha better past Jeff. “So, how are you enjoying your date while digging ditches?” With a suppressed giggle, Tosha answered, “I know that you’re teasing, but the truth is I’m enjoying it immensely. I have never helped install wiring, let alone in a cave, and certainly never while on a date, not to mention that the cave we are installing it in is on another planet. But... I find...

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The Backup Guy

Most guys thought I was living the dream. In a way, they weren’t wrong. One guy living with four incredibly hot party girls? The dream. I always saw it in their eyes when they found out. The envy when they learned who I lived with. Without fail, they joked about wanting to switch places. To live my life for a week or three. I would always give them a polite chuckle, mentally rolling my eyes and wondering what they would think if I offered to take that offer. Once upon a time, I too thought I...

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A ride home

It was a Wednesday night in October and I was over at a friend's house. She and I were on the local High School Football Booster Club. Our sons were both 16 and played together on the team. The homecoming game was coming up and we had to review some plans for it. We got done around 9pm and I went out to start my car so I could drive home. I turned the key and nothing happened. Either the battery was dead or something else was wrong, but it wouldn't start. I went back inside and since her...

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