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It was the season of Fraternity and Sorority initiation. My friend and I were pledges who had been given an order to spy on the pledges of the Frat house next door during their initiation and then report back everything we saw. The leaders of our Sorority had planned this all with the leaders of the Fraternity, so they had it arranged in advance for us to lay down in a loft that was a floor above where everything would take place. It was dark up there, but we had a perfect view of everything.

Trace chains rattled musically as the wagons plodded forward. The squeak of badly greased wheels, the plod of hooves, and the occasional creak of a wagon, were the only sounds that the tired pioneers made as they traversed the Oregon Trail. White canvas billowed in the gentle breeze, slapping from one side to another as the wagons sank in a whole, and the wooden skeleton of the structure slashed from one side to another. Dust drifted up from a 143 hooves and 120 wagon wheels. Men sat lazily in the saddle, escorting and guarding the wagons on their slow journey west. Tired men and women sat the benches of the wagon, listlessly holding the reins as they daydreamed of things passed, or things to come. Most dreamed of the riches they would find in Oregon. They were one day out of Ft. Bridger, but already the mundane existence of trail life had settled down over the train.

“We’ll be back by nine mum,” Julia shouted as we set off into the woods. It was a warm summer Friday evening, and we were going to have a look at her secret hiding place.

As the sun slowly sank over the ocean, Maria sighed softly and leaned back in the large wooden swing and kicked her feet, making herself go back and forth slowly. It was so relaxing. No one was here but her. She literally had almost the entire island to herself. Maria had been visiting friends over the holiday, and they had all headed home, but the boat that was to come and get her was delayed by equipment problems for a day. So, for tonight, she was here on her own.

She knelt before him, awaiting his pleasure. Her nude body covered with a fine layer of scented oils so that she glowed in the candlelight; her head bowed in respect, her back arched to press her breasts out for greater display. She waited, and enjoyed knowing he was drinking her in with his eyes.

I showed up at the sex toy/sex wear party my friend was hosting just as things got rolling. I didn’t expect much, to be honest, in fact the whole idea struck me as kind of lame – a bunch of women sitting around drinking wine, eating hors d’oeuvres, and giggling hysterically at the sight of ribbed dildos and leather panties. The only reason I went was that my friend had said that the company sales rep was bringing along a hot-looking girl to model some of the sexy outfits – and that, I wanted to see.

Judy and Claudi had just seduced Mr. Connors. As they left his office Claudia asked Judy if she had thought any more about when or how they would get with Ted. “Well next week the plant is closed down so there won’t be many people working in the office” replied Judy. “I think only the Sales Manager, his secretary, Ted, you and I will be in the office”.

Carrie Sherman stood at the sink, running cool water over a clean dishtowel. She wrung it out with slim fingers then placed the cloth under her blonde hair against her neck.

When I saw the posting on the message board, I knew I had to answer. “Oral service given by hot 28 year old stud looking for same. Blond, blue eyes, goatee, nine inches.”

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After all the guys left the bar, making excuses about having to get home to the wives and kids, I hit the men’s room to take a piss before going home myself. I was glad the party was over. Spending two hours drinking with a bunch of the guys I had worked with at the post office hadn’t been my idea of a good time. There was no way I was going to get out of it, so I made the best of it. It didn’t really matter that much anymore, I was going to be leaving town for good, first thing in the morning.

Heather hurried to catch the elevator. A group of people came pouring out, leaving the doors open, the elevator empty. She shoved her foot against the door just as it began to close. She spun gracefully inside, avoiding the doors with her arm full of portfolios. As the doors began to close behind her, a hand came in and stopped them. She frowned in annoyance until she saw Sam’s smiling face. He was followed by a buff young man in a nice suit.

The Great Department Store Robbery

Dear Nina –

Goes without saying that I ain’t using my man’s real name, trashy ass sportswriters would have themselves too much fun dragging his black ass over the coals for some of what I got to say and he don’t need the humiliation of the rest of what I got to say. I’m just gonna call him Hollis, I always wanted me a man named Hollis. Anyhow, he’s basically a good man. It was just that the season was real tough on him this year, the team not playing up to expectations and all and him fighting all them nagging injuries and taking all that flak. If the fool hadn’t taken it all out on me right before leaving for that East Coast swing none of the following shit would have happened. But, he did and it did and even though I got me some regrets about cheating on the man, I certainly did enjoy myself at the time. Got to admit that, straight up.

I was at the museum the other day, checking out the Egyptian exhibit, when I bumped into this Latina girl. She was absolutely gorgeous. Dressed in a tight green lycra dress, and wearing shiny leather boots that went up just above her knees. She looked up at me, and shyly excused herself.

It was a little over a month into my husband Howard’s new job when Jim called me during the day.

Okay, it’s been a few weeks and if I don’t tell someone I’m just going to die. Before we got back home from, what ended up being extended, holiday I had a brief affair. Well I suppose that affair would not be the right word. Maybe encounter would be better. I’m not too sure that everyone would consider it to be sex either. I know when Bill Clinton was the President of America it seemed like he did not consider oral sex and other sex to be the same.

Clouds blew shadows over the white, brightly decorated teepees of a large Souix village. Children played in the center of the village. More children played in the nearby river. Women shared a common task, in a group at one side of the village, in front of a cluster of teepees. Men herded ponies into an area West of the camp. Two boys kept the herd in place as the men rode off to the North in search of more horses. The tall grass blew in the brisk wind, hissing and sighing. The sigh of nearby weeping willows added a sad note to the wind.

The house was on an isolated back road about 2 hours from the city. When we arrived, the only light that glowed was the one above the front door and I felt nervous and exhilarated as we climbed the stairs. My escort knocked and we waited in the feeble illumination for someone to admit us. As the door opened I was stricken with a sharp jabbing fear but it quickly passed as the man who had answered our knock smiled pleasantly and reached out for my hand and kissed it.

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With a quick flick of his wrist her bra was undone, she felt the release and her breasts relaxed against her body. He slid the thin straps across her shoulders, down her arms and let the bra fall to the floor. He brought his hands to her hips again and pulled her close. She gasped lightly as she felt his throbbing cock push against her tummy. She wrapped her arms around him as he leaned down to kiss her again.

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