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Panopticon

I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most. My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn’t be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure nothing bad happens. Security.

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Wife's Massage

Based on an actual event based on a massage I did for a husband.   I live in a pretty small community and have often looked for good massages in my area. I saw an ad by a local guy who specializes in full body massages for women, so I clicked on it to see if it would be a good gift for my wife. It stated that the goal of the massage was not to orgasm, but it typically happened. I started

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Apres Ski (Hand Job Series)

When I lived in Montreal, I had a secret affair with one of my roommates. Her name was Sheri, she was 5’6″, about 130 lb with a nice body. Her best features were her blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. She wouldn’t have believed me if I told her, but there were times she seemed to shimmer. Sheri was a girl that I’d known since grade three, and she also happened to have been my first crush.

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Getting to know my betrothed

Let me tell you my little story. It’s sort of a love story, well to me it is anyway. I grew up in a very traditional household. My dad was of the old ways and believed in fate and love and the way to do things shouldn’t be changed. He had a tailoring business and it flourished. He had taken on a few partners over the years, but only one of them held the same respect for tradition as he did,

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My Cheating Wife

It’s Saturday night and I’m watching my beautiful young wife making a few final adjustments to her appearance before we go to a party being hosted by her boss and his wife at their home. She’s wearing yet another new dress, one of dozens that she’s bought since starting her job as the personal assistant to the managing director of a property management company. Until recently, she

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Whores 2

They rode in silence back to the house. Stone was trying to wrap his brain around the last hour of his life while Nikki stared out the window with a vacant smirk. Her hand rested on her upper thigh, deceptively delicate fingers surreptitiously digging against the shape of her mound as it pushed against her jeans. He knew she felt him thinking about her. He could practically smell it rising

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Merry Christmas to One and All

WISH IT COULD BE CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY. Outside the world was white and frosty with the North wind blowing great gusts of snow this way and that depending on its mood. But in a small bungalow way out in the middle of nowhere recently wed Ted and Alice were enjoying their first Christmas morning together opening their presents… Ted opened his last gift to discover a box full of

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Sister Helps Her Brother

Tyler came rushing through the living area cursing as he went to his room. Kimber felt concern for her twin brother and went to see what was wrong. Their 18th birthday had been a few months ago, and they had decided to share an apartment. She knocked on his door and asked if she could come in. He replied yes and she entered his room and sat on the bed next to him. What’s wrong?” she asked.

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Santa's Last Stop Part Two

Christine woke up on February the 12th with a sense of excitement. As if she would be meeting Santa again. She stretched as the suns morning rays shone through the crack of her curtains bathing her in a halo. Slowly the room came into focus and there on the bed by her feet was a present with a letter. The style was similar if not identical to the gift from Santa at Christmas. Excitedly she

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Reunited chapter two

I felt really strange sitting in the lounge of an hotel with my son whilst he told me about how his step mother had been frigid for much of her marriage to his father.  It was something I didn’t really want to know about, so I pushed him about why they’d had what he called strong words. “Well,” he grinned shyly, “They’d been out to a friend’s wedding, they should have stayed overnight, but

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