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Hello. My name’s Amanda - Amanda Scott. It’s Mrs Scott, actually, but I’ve been divorced for a long time. Tony and I got married when we were very young, but luckily we both had the sense to realise it wasn’t working out after the first couple of years, and we arranged a fairly amicable separation. I’m still called Mrs Scott at work — which gives me a bit of extra authority at times - but most people just call me Amanda.

In a moment, I’m going to tell you about the time my nephew and his friend came to stay with me - about a year ago now — but I ought to tell you a little bit about myself first. This story is about masturbation - and I hope you’ll be masturbating too when you read it, because that’s what it’s for - so you’ll probably want to know what I look like and so on before we begin. I know I always like to know what the people in my fantasies look like when I’m masturbating over them.
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On the day that I started to live full time as a woman, I moved into an apartment in a larger city about 20 miles away from my home town. I had gotten an inheritance the previous year and figured that I could live comfortably for a year or two while I found a job with my new identity.

There where other reasons for the move, I wanted a fresh start and the people in my old town were very small-minded to those things they didn’t understand. Most of the people there thought I was strange already and coming out in that town would of only been the start of some serious harassment. I was on hormones for about a year and it was getting harder and harder to hide their effects. I only really had one true friend, Alice, and she moved away two years before me. Alice helped me get my new apartment and stayed to oversee the movers at the old place to help make my transition easier.
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I thought about you today.

Yeah. You.

Don’t look so surprised. I think about you more than you probably realize.

I was in bed, naked against the cool sheets, when the urge hit me. The craving became stronger and I couldn’t overlook it. I’m sure you don’t mind me imagining this. If I know you, the thought of me lying in bed, thinking about you like this, makes your cock rock hard. Knowing that it has that effect on you makes me wet.

I let my hands glide over my breasts until my nipples started to get hard. I wished you could see them, thick, long, nipples that just beg to be ravaged by your lips, tongue and teeth. You know I love it when you play a little rough. I like it when you bite my nipples enough that I feel it and it borders on the edge between pleasure and pain. I cupped my tits, squeezed them together and bent my head down to lick and bite them myself.
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Reader: This story is a continuation of the “A Much Needed Spa Treatment” series. For the most part it will stand alone, but some might make more sense if you have read the whole series. Thanks for any comments you might want to leave!

Just a few short hours ago, George had been in his office looking over resumes for the drafting and mechanical engineering job he and Ben had created at his company. It had been hard to concentrate. Ben had narrowed the field of applicants down to a half –dozen. He could of let Ben do the interviewing and hiring, but, as good a general manager Ben was, he was still young. George would let Ben give his opinion, but in the end it was his company and his decision. He gave each of the resumes a cursory glance and stuffed them in his briefcase. He would look them over more carefully later.
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My name is Brenda. I’m 27 separated with a two year old son. My husband the prick moved out when I found out he had an affair with one of his old girlfriends. I don’t want him back for with me it was rare and with her it was nightly.

My biggest problem is after my son has gone to bed. The angel is a great sleeper and sleeps from 8 in the evening until 8 in the morning. That leaves me with too much time after all the cleaning is done and preparations are made for the next day.

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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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Sometimes I like to give myself a treat, y’know, give myself a break from all the hustle and bustle of college life. I call it Me Time, and time is the operative word, because I give myself all the time I need.

When I decide to pamper myself, I make sure my schedule is clear, and the phone is off the hook. The last thing I want is to be interupted - it kills the mood.

I will start out by taking a long, hot, steamy shower…the kind that leaves me lobster red. I spend lots of time shampooing, even more time conditioning, and I pay extra special attention to myself with my loofah.
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Dear Reader, This is the fourth installment of my “Spa” series. Please read the first three before reading this one.

Ben, Trish and baby Will arrived at the cabin much later than he would have liked, but he didn’t mind. He and Trish had been two kids in an adult toy store and a large bag held their purchases. They also stopped at a drug store and purchased an enema kit, plenty of personal lubricant and batteries for the assorted toys they had purchased.

Ben let Trish unload the car while he got the cabin livable. He built a fire in the wood stove, turned on the gas refrigerator and started the generator.
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I have been at the cabin for three days now cleaning out the remains of Old Man Winter and the creatures that make it their winter’s heaven. I decide that I need to stroll down to the lake and refresh my soul with a dip. Packing some herbal shampoo, ivory soap and pulling the grey terrycloth off the back of the old brown chair, I follow the worn footpath, that keeps the secrets of years gone by, toward the lake. Quickly the lake comes into view as the cabin sits only a few hundred meters from shore. This morning the sun has not quite reached its peak. Gazing across the still water, I can see the fog gently lifting toward the bright blue sky.
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Author’s Note: This story does not stand alone. If you haven’t read part One or Two, please do now.

On Monday, I strolled into my metal fabrication company and searched out Ben, my General Manager. Ben had been with me for six years. I had hired him right of college as an accountant, but I quickly realized he had great potential. Since Ellen and I wanted to be able to spend more time together and travel, I taught Ben the ins and outs of the business and promoted him. I could leave for weeks at a time and know that my business was in good hands.
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