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Day Seven, Sunday. I was deep in a very pleasant and exciting dream. I had been the centre of attention on an enormous bed. I was tied down, but not so tight that it was uncomfortable. There was a crowd of people all standing around the bed watching, and they were dressed in work clothes, as though they had been on their lunch break, and they stopped in to watch me get pleasured. I was completely naked and open for the whole world to see. I was so wet that cum was leaking from my pussy and down over my ass. On either side of me were Stefan and Bec. They were both completely naked, too. They were touching me gently, but in all the right ways, and making me so hot. I wanted to …

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Bec grinned and did up one button on her dress, pulling the top together but leaving the middle gaping. I did up a couple of my own buttons after slipping my arms back into the sleeves, and we both got out of the car. I barely remembered to lock it as we walked away; I was so focused on her. In the lobby, she turned to the stairs instead of the elevator, and a quick glance in their direction showed a sign declaring they were out of use while they were being serviced. I let Bec lead the way and was practically mesmerised by her ass in that short dress as it flipped up and down in front of me, revealing tantalising glimpses of her ass with each step. I wanted to reach out and …

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I had no plans other than Sunday morning to go to Steve’s pool and work on my tan. I was concerned that his neighbors might notice since it was a weekend. I was about to leave when there was a knock at my door. It was Andrea. I thought she was unhappy with the car I had just sold her. I invited her in as I slipped into shorts and a T-shirt to go to Steve’s. We chatted briefly, and I asked her to join me at Steve’s pool. It being a warm day, Andrea quickly agreed to come along. She returned to her apartment for a bikini, and I met her in the parking lot. I proudly drove her in my new car.  Once at Steve’s, we entered the yard through the side gate. …

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Ah, what a day. A full day on the slopes was now to be topped off with a hot sauna and a good dinner. And I had no idea how hot it would get. I opened the door to the sauna and the heat hit me, a faint mist of warm steam giving the situation a special feeling. Veronica, my wife, had quickly slipped out of her panties and gone in ahead of me while I stayed and enjoyed the shower for a long, long time after the day’s skiing. I had soaped myself thoroughly and let the lather massage me. When I wrapped the towel around myself, the blood had started to fill my cock pleasantly without an erection being fully visible yet. I had hoped we would be alone in the hotel’s spa …

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I’d left school at eighteen years of age, to find employment with a small and family owned and run accountancy firm. Each year, the company would take on two school-leavers and guide them to qualify as accountants. With their new qualification in hand, those employees moved on to join bigger organisations. At twenty-three years of age, I’d resisted the desire to seek out other opportunities as others had. After I’d earned my qualification, I decided to remain with the company and to show loyalty. From the day I began working, I was comfortable with the people I worked alongside and as time passed, made to feel as though I belonged there. We all want to run before we can walk but as I look back, the company managed my progression and ambition perfectly. With more …

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Day 6, Saturday.   I woke slowly, and it took me a few moments to remember where I was. I was completely naked and spread out on smooth, clean sheets that were of excellent quality and had a very high thread count. I was marvelling at how smooth, cool, and nice they felt against my bare skin. The room was lit up so brightly that I had to blink rapidly to try to let my eyes adjust. When I could see without it causing pain to my eyes, I rolled over to see why it was so bright. The sun was shining in through the open window, and I could see a huge strip of bright blue sky, completely unblemished by any clouds. I remembered my amazement at this view last night, and in a …

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The airplane engine roared, making me tighten my grip on the armrest. I hate flying. Shakily, I closed my eyes and took a breath as a big hand embraced mine. His grip was firm but gentle. I focused on the heat of his hand warming up mine as my breathing slowly eased. “Relax, I got you,” he whispered. I hadn’t opened my eyes, but from the tone of his raspy voice, I knew the man was attractive. “I’m not a good flyer,” I replied shakily. “Believe me, sweetheart, I can tell. I’m a pilot. You’re safe sitting next to me. I can jump in and help if anything goes wrong.” I quickly glanced at him from the side. I was met with a well-defined jaw, a Roman nose, and stunning blue eyes. His hair was …

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Around 2002, when I was thirty-five, I traveled on business to São Paulo, Brazil, and stayed at the old Hilton Hotel. It has since been replaced by a new Hilton, which just isn’t the same! I checked in after a long flight from the US. Every bone in my body ached from the flight, and I was ready to relax. The front desk clerk recommended that I visit the spa on the top floor of the hotel. It sounded exactly like what I needed: an afternoon with a nice massage, steam, sauna, cocktail, and relaxation. Upon entering the spa, the host made my massage appointment and indicated that it would be about two hours from then. Not a problem. He noted my room number so that all charges would just go to the hotel bill. …

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Dwight had been watching me from behind the bar all evening. I marveled at the way he could effortlessly make drinks while remaining laser-focused on my body. Of course, the outfit I’d chosen was meant to draw his attention. Although it was far from practical, I’d worn a dangerously short skirt to work. Even more impractical was my decision to forgo panties. But Dwight and I had fucked for the first time a few days ago, and I wanted to be ready when the occasion arose for us to do it again. That occasion happened to arise at half past nine. Dwight met my eyes, then nodded toward the narrow hallway off the bar. He was taking his fifteen-minute break and wanted me to join him. It was quiet that Wednesday, so I felt okay …

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The door closed behind me, and he walked around to the other side of the car. He sat down and gave the driver instructions then the car moved off, and he turned towards me. Reaching out, he took my hand in his. “I want to, though.” I was confused and shook my head. “You want to, what?” “I want to know, not just half of it; I want to know all of it.” “Oh.” There was a long pause as I wondered if he truly knew what he was asking for. “Careful what you wish for; you may not like the truth.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe, maybe not, and maybe you wouldn’t like my side of it, but isn’t that the exciting part of a relationship?” I thought about it and knew he was right, …

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My girlfriend Melanie, my buddy Carsten and I have a dominant-submissive three-way relationship in which Melanie experiences erotic adventures with both of us. Today I gave Carsten control over Melanie. He has her line up in front of the open window of a hotel room. Carsten slowly pulls down the zipper of Melanie’s dress while he gently touches her neck with his lips. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as his grip tightens. The tension in the air is palpable as she slowly surrenders to the moment. A hint of desire mixes with a hint of uncertainty as Carsten rubs his hands over her head, eliciting a soft moan from her. Melanie feels caught up in the lust that surrounds her and finally gives herself over completely, ready for whatever may come. …

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The saying “When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” means that one should conform to the standards of his or her community.  So, for example, if everyone in your world dresses modestly, then you’ll be expected to, and want to, do the same.  But what if the community’s norm is the opposite of what you’re used to?  What if modesty is not required, should one forsake it?  I was part of a group of college students who had to deal with just that question.  Our very successful college volley ball team was invited to an international tournament in Denmark.  Our team had been made co-ed two years prior – a statement of gender equality, and maybe also influenced by the fact that our liberal arts college in Maine didn’t want to finance two teams.  …

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I stopped and looked at stores along the way, and at some point I realised that I was procrastinating and going to miss my normal train. I would have to catch the last train again. On some level, I knew I was being deliberately tardy because I didn’t want to catch my usual train. I didn’t want to bump into my “fellow traveller” and his wife, but I did want to see Bec again. Just the thought of how exciting it had been to watch her cum as she ground her pussy against my foot sent a shiver of excitement through me. I wondered what it was that made her cum so hard. Was it, like me, the risk of being caught or the thrill of being watched? The excitement of doing the taboo so …

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