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I am sitting on my hotel bed still holding the telephone receiver in my hand. I do not want to put it down; I do not want to let go of you. I imagine you are doing the same although it has been a few minutes since I heard the click that ended our nightly talk. As you know I love my job, but I wish so there was a way that you could travel with me. Oh the fun we would have! There is something about making love in hotel rooms. I don’t know what it is, it is not quite dirty but close. Fucking in a bed that maybe only the night before another couple used. A bed that has maybe seen young lovers give each other their virginity. A bed that has maybe seen whores ply their wares. A bed that has been host to perhaps countless acts of wild unbridled sex. Or perhaps this bed is virgin and we are the first of a long line of couples who will soil its sheets with our erotic juices. What must maids think as they strip cum stained sheets from beds?
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After recovering from our orgasms, Sarah and I set about cleaning things up. We were both still naked and I still had the plug in my ass.

“No need to put the enema can away,” Sarah told me. “Mary Ellen has an appointment tomorrow morning. Just change the tip.”

“Mary Ellen Davis?” I asked, very interested.

“YUP, she comes in every other Monday for an enema and cellulite wrap.”

“And you give her the enema? I would think Dave (her husband) would be happy to do that for her.” I should say that Mary Ellen is in her early forties, very pretty and never had children. Dave was a very lucky man. The vision of her naked, on her hands and knees, with a six inch enema tip in her ass, stirred life back into my spent dick. “Does she do the Jinglou balls, too?”
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It was pouring with rain. Not exactly the type of weather one would normally expect for mid-June, but this was England and one never knew quite what to expect there, and not only that it was cold. How Cathy missed the nice warm days that she was used to. True, it used to rain hard in Kenya but it was soon over and the sun usually soon dried everything up, but over here? Less said the better. She was not unhappy being in England, she had what she wanted, her husband, but it would have been nice to be warm now and then, but no doubt she would get used to it. Also it would been nice to have had a job, but having only been in the country a short while she was still finding her feet and getting used to everything.
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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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As she folded the papers & put them back in to the envelope. She felt him enter her mind, feeling an erotic sensation sweep along her soft lips. She lets her eyes close & her mind drift away.

She could feel his warm lips descending upon hers in a passionate kiss. Injecting his hot tongue deep within her mouth. She opened her moth wider, letting him taste & teases her sweet warm tongue.

She placed a thought of them kissing within her mind, & bed. She reached over to retrieve a little gold vibrator & a longer, wider white one. Some how she had rid herself of her night shirt & thong underwear. She had also managed to grab the baby oil.
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I finally found out why Calvin has been acting weird. It turns out that he has been cheating on me. But I’m not upset with him like I thought I would be. Well I guess I should start at the beginning.

It was late last night, and my parents where gone for the entire week, so Calvin was staying with me for a few days. Around midnight I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I noticed that Calvin wasn’t in bed with me. I just figured he was in the kitchen getting himself a snack. After I got done in the bathroom, I went looking for him, but he wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room. So I went back upstairs thinking he was probably back in my bedroom. Before I got to my room, I saw that Eric’s door was slightly open, and his light was on. I don’t know why I was so curious, but I started walking towards his room. As I got closer I heard somebody moaning, and figured Eric had brought one of his boyfriends home for some fun. I got to his door, and was just going to close it for him, but I took a peek, I’m not sure why. And that’s when I saw Eric sitting in his chair, with somebody else’s head in his lap. Eric was moaning louder than ever.
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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 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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You have heard some of my stories; you know how I am easily seduced by the thought of seduction. I have attributed my willingness and ambivalence to a pre-disposition to please others and be accepted. I have been told by expensive shrinks I have this need to please. I want to please my husband, and I want to please the men I am with. I want their attention, their touch, their words, and their love. I like the sex, but I think I am addicted to a need to be needed. For as long as I can remember my marriage has been virtually devoid of affection, kindness, consideration.
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Some men are just born dickheads.

Tom was a 32 year old dickhead… or at least his wife certainly thought so. He had just lost his job of ten years and now he was having trouble pleasing his young better half. It wasn’t the sex… they didn’t do that anymore. It was just that Tom had a bad habit of getting into his wife’s things.

Basically timid in nature, he was a devout masturbator who had somehow wound up married to a gorgeous young woman. Stephanie was the typical “Jewish American Princess” you may have heard about. She was a sweet, perky young woman of 21, who was a born pricktease. She never really had to try… it came naturally.
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