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I don’t fall in love; it wastes too much time and money. Instead I prefer to just fuck around and have fun. However if I did ever fall in love, I think I know whom it would be with. My kid sister has been dating her best friend for almost 3 years now. They’ve been sleeping together ever since their first date, and I can hear everything they do from my room. Usually I just go out for some fun of my own but sometimes I stay in and listen, not on pulpous I just don’t have anybody else to do. After a while I started to feel a little jealous of Sarah, she was in love, and I was beginning to wonder what that felt like. So for a few months I started thinking, who have I loved, if anybody? I finally realized that out of all the guys I’ve slept with, I never “loved” any of them. So than I started thinking Is there anybody that I might love? That’s when I thought of Calvin, I’ve known him as long as Sarah has, also it was very apparent that Sarah loved fucking him. She always said he was the most considerate lover she has ever had; by the way he is only her 3rd.
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Her thoughts frolicked against the backdrop of her mind. Scenes replayed and the mystery of surprises yet to come and made her driving as thoughtless as breathing. She squirmed against the seat and fought off a temptation to touch herself. But no, last time her essence had betrayed her, and she was severely punished. Leaving the interstate, she made her way through the city turning at last onto Academy Street. The full glare from the setting sun blinded her, but only for two blocks, where the white house waited with its ancient oak and canopy of shade. Nervously, she checked herself in the mirror, and hurried to the front. Her heels clicked up the wooden spiral staircase to the second floor landing.
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Chapter 1: A Walk in the Woods.

As part of our holiday vacation my wife Diana and I arranged to stay at a quiet mountain resort in Virginia. We hoped to recharge ourselves and enjoy the air and the rustic scenery, perhaps include a hike or a horseback ride. On the drive out Diana mentioned that I seemed to be letting myself go a bit lately and maybe I could use the next few days to get back in better shape. I couldn’t really disagree with her comments because I knew I wasn’t anywhere close to her physical condition. She is slim but strong and always looks great. I was determined to make the most of this break from our hectic work/family routine and shed a few pounds. I manage a specialized library and Diana runs her own business. While my salary is adequate she is really the major income producer.
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After a trip, down to the Bahamas, my life had taken on quite a different change about what may be sick or perverted by some. I had explored a dark side, to the everyday functions of the human body and the joys that may be had by two open-minded individuals who share a common interest in watersports. In a previous letter to literotica, I had mentioned about how, being semi-hard I urinated within my partners vagina. I received several E-mails about the validity of this act. I am here to say what I wrote was true, and that the two stories I had submitted were of true account. The following is what happened after returning to the states and further adventures of this new “kink/Fetish”.
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Heather Lambert tied her honey hued hair up into two buns, with the rest of it’s length fluffing out from them on either side of her head. She put some blush on her cheeks and chose a dark pink lipstick to put on. When she looked in the mirror she glowed with a smile. Her petite form was clothed in a white tee-shirt, cut and seemed at sternum length just below her small breasts (a silver necklace with a pendant dangling from it, a picture of her father inside), hip-hugging blue slacks that were low enough to show off her thin panty string that arched over each hip, a thin, black belt and her white strapped sandals with the thick black soles. She looked at her smooth, flat stomach, exposed; her tucked in navel with the small, silver loop that she got for her birthday.
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I’ve always had a secret fascination with barber shops. I guess it’s because that’s where men are most themselves. When I was in high school, my dad would take me and my brothers along when he got his hair cut. Like clockwork, he would go to this seedy shop in Little Italy and get a trim and a shave from the owner, Tony.

My brothers and I would read the newspapers and magazines while the barbers and patrons snipped, gossiped, smoked cigars and talked to their bookies. Sometimes my older brother would sneak a Playboy from the pile and drool over the centerfold while I stole shy glances at the naked girls on the cover.
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It was a bitterly cold night, the kind of night where a freezing fog settles low beneath the hazy street lights and casts a grey-orange shadow over everything. The tops of hedges, the grass, the pavements were all coated in a thick white frost that sparkled harshly like broken glass whenever a car’s headlights passed over it.

She was glad to be in her own warm living room. A fire burned in the hearth - its flickering glow both heating and lighting the room - and the thick, heavy curtains at her window blocked out the cold darkness. She was curled up before the fire on her dark red couch with a thick cream blanket pulled tightly around her.
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I listen for the familiar click, cluck, of the door, then the steps on the gravel. The car alarm blips and then the soft thud as the car door closes. The engine starts and I hear my husband’s car back off the driveway. I watch his car move out of view from behind the blinds and carry on watching for a second or two to make sure he doesn’t come back for something. Once satisfied that he has gone I climb the stairs and quietly open the door to my room, sitting on the edge of my bed I slowly start to undress.
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I was admitted to hospital for observation, after being weighed, measured and generally looked over, the nursing sister sat me in a wheel chair and took me to the ward . I was very disorientated and wondered what I was doing here. There were screens around the bed to provide some privacy whilst the rest of my clothes were removed. Instead of pajamas the sister gave me a robe to put on, I started to put an arm in one sleeve but she said I had to put it on back to front, this seemed funny to me in my confused state, but thought they must know what they were doing so I let them put it on me with the opening at the back.
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“Darcy’s getting married.”

The news shocked me so much I can’t even recall who first told me. Darcy, getting married? Darcy, the freakiest sexual animal I had ever encountered on the face of the planet, getting married? Darcy, the ‘I can never get enough’ queen set to try and get enough from just one man? Darcy, the… well, you get the point.

I thought about it for days. It nagged at me like a splinter lodged in my little finger. Everywhere I went, when I was in the car, when I was out walking, when I was sitting on the pot taking a shit – I tried to get my mind around it.
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