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Frida stood at the entrance to the museum admiring the green tinted sculpture of a lion protecting the doors inside. Looking closely she marveled at the intrinsic beauty in the patina as it imparted an elegance and character to the sculpture. The light and shadow whirled in intricate shapes and patterns as she pictured the artist carving and then later applying the plaster to form the mold. “Lost wax,” she whispered, picturing the fluid oozing from the mold in the intense heat.

“You think?” asked Diego.
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Her heart leapt into her throat again as she replayed the message on the answering machine. Her best friend from high school was on her way to stay with her while she toured the local college. Amber was a beautiful woman at 22. She had medium brown hair that hung to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. Her eyes were a deep shade of green hidden behind sooty lashes. Her lips were full and very pouty.

She really never worked out though she strove to keep her body healthy. She ate right and walked to almost every place she went. She had long, shapely legs that she showed off with short skirts, short shorts, or very tight jeans. Her belly was flat with slight definition to her ab muscles. Her 34C breasts were firm and pert. She didn’t always have to wear a bra, which she loved, hating the person who invented the evil contraption.
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Dear Reader: This concludes the “SPA” series. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Your comment and votes are always welcome. The next series is in the works!

When they awoke the next morning, Will’s need, of course took priority. Once he was feed and changed, the games began anew.

Ben eagerly accepted his enema. Though his ass hole was sore from the day before, Trish was delicate when she inserted the vibrating plug and slowly stirred the device into action. It gave Ben an instant erection.
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Reader: This is an extension of my “Best Friends” series. Many have asked for a continuation, so after a bit of research, here it is. It is helpful, but not necessary, to read the first three installments. As always, enjoy and tell me what you think. IluvAnal (and I do!)

“Good Afternoon, Heaven on Earth Spa,” I answered the phone.

“Hi, George. ” It was Sarah our assistant manager and hairstylist. “Everything OK there?”

I wanted to say “No it’s not OK. It’s Saturday afternoon and there are at least a dozen places I’d rather be.” I bit my tongue. “Mrs. Giles had quite a fit when she found out that Sherry was doing her hair and not you, but I ironed that all out. Ginny is finishing up her last massage. YUP, everything is fine.”
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It was raining outside and the thunder was banging loud against the windows as I lay in my bed alone, waiting for the time to pass, thinking of you. I start to think of what it will be like if we ever get to meet. Right now you are just a figment on my imagination. The long talks on the phone, the hours spent online together, but we have yet to cross those barriers.

Laying here, my mind wanders into the unknown, wondering what you feel like, taste like, smell like, it gets me very excited because I know what you sound like, and pretty much what you look like.
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I finally had the house to myself the Kids were gone at my mom’s for the weekend and my husband was out playing golf with the boys

It has been so long since I was alone this was going to be a perfectly peaceful . For the first part of the day I ran errands but that went unusually quick and I got back with plenty of time to spare.

I grabbed my book I’d been trying to read for months, a bottle of wine and a glass. I sat in the corner of the couch and started reading. Now this was the life. After the first few pages I noticed it was getting pretty warm. The sun shining in the windows this time of day was murder. So I decided to open the back door and put on something cooler.
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I had met Tina on-line inside a forum discussion on a pee site. We got to chatting via email on a regular basis, swapping stories of our naughty exploits and experiences. This soon gave way to pictures taken of ourselves relieving our bladders in naughty and daring locations. For my own part I loved pissing over pictures of gorgeous models lifted from a large variety of magazines available for the newsagents. On many an occasion Tina would receive a photo collection of my dick busily hosing down a collection of tabloid beauties; the various sheets of paper darkening as they absorbed my piss.
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Allison, the world champion

South France, a TV set is improvised outdoors on a large balcony hanging over the sea. Bruce Stanton, the conductor of Bizarre Sports sits in front of a table with an eye-catching grown woman dressed in ragging jeans and a red bikini top made of narrow strings. The salty breeze coils around her torso and occasionally shapes her shoulder-long blonde mane. Most of the sun warmth is gone but the slender, bare-chested woman seems at ease with her skimpy outfit, and refuses a sweater while Bruce unrolls the sleeves of his shirt. A man with headphones raises his arm and the red-light on the camera shines on.
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In the bar, Red and I found a booth in a very dark corner. It was around 1:30 in the morning and there were a handful of regulars drinking and carrying on. No one paid us much attention as the evening’s soccer match was being replayed loudly on the television across the room. We sat side by side against a wall and Red lit two cigars with the candle on our table.

He leaned over to give me the lit cigar and kissed me deeply very quickly before sticking the Cuban in my mouth. I tasted my fecal residue in his kiss, perhaps in my hair, on my skin, it was thrilling. I was sure the waiter or anyone else in the vicinity would pick up our nasty secret and run screaming.
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Barb called me at my office around 11:30 and told me to wear the sexiest outfit I could assemble. She promised to pick me up at six o’clock sharp. We had spent a lot of time together over the past six days and since my wife and kids would be home the next day she had planned a special night for us. Barb and I have been fucking all week and she said that she wanted to introduce me to some of her friends.

I left the office early to prepare for our special evening. I took a quick shower and shaved my legs and underarms. I wanted to look extra special tonight since I didn’t know when I would get the chance to dress in public again. I pulled on my favorite black lace panties, and a black strapless longline bra, hooking the snaps in front and twisting it around my torso. I loved how tight it was. I inserted my breast forms and pulled on a very tight lycra and lace open-bottom girdle. I rolled on black fish-net stockings and attached the six straps. Four-inch fuck me pumps and my black shoulder length wig was the exact look I was going for.
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