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Looking back I guess I was very sexually reserved as a young person. But by 18 I was beginning to feel more relaxed about have sexual desires and fantasies.

I didn’t start masturbating until I was 19 but it soon became a very regular thing. I would often think about touching myself during the day and I thought I was terribly sexually liberated because I knew I was going to act on it that night.

I thought people would be astonished to know that I touched myself sexually. I now know that I was doing nothing out of the ordinary, but at the time I thought I was a real wild one.
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I was in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner. Over the running water and clanking dishes, I could barely make out the sounds of Over the Rhine singing “Faithfully Dangerous”. Just below that were the sounds of my husband turning pages in the book he was reading. It had been a nice night. Braiden had gotten our son down to bed early, and then made a wonderful dinner. I began to tune out the music and replay the night’s mellow conversations in my head. We had discussed the house we were looking at buying, how well our son was doing in school, the garden I wanted to plant when we moved, a trip to visit his mom that we had been meaning to plan for ages, etc.
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Don’t get me wrong; I wouldn’t trade being a father and a parent for anything in the world. But since the birth of our son, I had seen subtle changes in my wife Jenny that had, over a long, slow period of time, drastically altered our sex life.

As I escorted our young son out to the car so I could drop him off at the baby-sitters, I turned and waved as usual back towards Jenny who stood, as usual, at the front door, waving and seeing the two of us off.

Like most “young” couples, we both worked. And part of our “daily” routine was for me to drop our son off in the morning on my way to work. Jenny would now begin the process of getting ready herself, and would be the one to pickup our son at day’s end.
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This is a fictitious story- well, partly anyway. Needless to say, any resemblance to any location or people is purely coincidental…

Extracts from a Pee- Watcher’s Diary

1. WATCHING ANNIE PEE

I first met Annie years ago when I was 18, and working on a local farm. She owned a riding school next to the farm, and was always popping in for something or another.

She was older than me-twice my age in fact-at 36. Married with children, she was a buxom lady with long straight blonde hair, and a refined upper-class accent. As the shy youth I was at the time, I rarely got into conversation with her but spent most of my time ogling her curves and trying to peek down her top. What happened on that fateful day though, started me off on quite a different form of voyeurism.
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My wife and I have been happily married for 26 years. During that time we have had an active sex life and there is little we haven’t tried. Debbie is a beautiful 46 year old, with golden blonde hair, the bluest eyes and a body that still makes heads turn. Her breasts are a 34 C with very sensitive nipples.

I have had an on going fantasy, no an obsession, of seeing my wife masturbate. She will play with her tits when we are having sex, especially when I’m between her legs eating her pussy. She will pull and twist her nipples, but no matter how hard I have tried, I couldn’t get her to rub her pussy. I will take her hand and put it between her legs, but she always moves it away.
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The pressure was becoming unbearable.

My hands were clasped out of sight above my head, and my feet were strapped to the side of the bed. Punishment for attacking an orderly the day before. It wasn’t my fault, but here I lay. Naked.

It was morning and I had been this way all night. I was beyond being cramped. I was numb. I was cold. I was lonely. I was hard.

Even through this, I still woke up with a morning pee hard-on.

The pressure was indeed becoming more intolerable. I could not reach the buzzer. I began to think they had done that on purpose. What choice did I have?
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Being a bachelor and staying alone has it’s pros and cons. You need to do so many things. Like earn a livelihood, cook your meals because one cannot afford to spend on food outside, everyday, try and keep the place clean, do the laundry, find girls to take care of your sexual needs. Sometimes it does get frustrating. But… it’s life.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I am from India living in a large metro city. I am abt. 6 feet with an average sized dick which has not disappointed me so far, neither has it disappointed any of my dates. I have a fairly active sex life, am a hetero sexual, have tried being bi, but not really liked it much. I love oral sex too, to give and get, both.
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I have been away on a business trip, which has meant that I have been a bit deprived of some nice fresh panties. I was however able to get out to an action bar 2 nights ago and had an awesome experience.

I had been sitting in the bar for about 5 minutes when a tall blonde wearing a cream business suit walked up and sat on the stool next to me. I wasn’t long and we got chatting, her name was Sam. It turned out that her boyfriend was away doing some contract work and he was the very jealous type. He had called earlier and given her a hard time, accusing her of sleeping around while he was away. She was really upset and told me that she had never cheated on him but after his call she felt she just needed to get out and talk to someone and have a few drinks.
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Pissed off at his wife who turned him down once again, Jim decided to take things into his own hands literally. After spurning him for the fifth time this week, she announced she was going to take a nap and set her alarm for an hour later.

Jim headed downstairs frustrated at his situation.

Reaching the bottom step, he came up with a plan. However, it is not to finally convince his wife to give in, but to at least, solve the problem throbbing between his legs. He headed out to his workbench and grabbed a few items, came into their den and turned on the VCR. Searching behind several layers of tapes, he pulled out his favorite porn flick, put it into the VCR and pushed the rewind button.
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Susan’s note read:

Dearest one.

I was really excited when I saw you on campus today. I was wearing the red thong panties that you sent me in that “Confidential” distribution envelope. I was so hot that I stopped off in the ladies room and fingered myself through those panties. I know you like to have them sopping with my juices when I send them back to you.

I wanted to send Ann over to the mailroom and pick up the distribution all day, but I knew that if I did she might get suspicious. Well, at 3:30 your “Confidential” envelope arrived and it took all of my will power not to rip it open in the work room, but I waited till I got to my car at 4:30 to open it. I had stopped in the ladies room on my way out and took off the red thong you sent me and put it in my purse. By the time I got to the car I could feel moisture dripping onto my thigh. I hurriedly stuffed a couple of tissues between my legs before I got into my car because I didn’t to stain my skirt. Once the door was closed I ripped open your envelope and picked up the baggie that dropped out and opened it to smell your cum. It had soaked the new black thong that you had bought me. I looked around before I brought the panties to my nose and inhaled your wonderful, rich aroma.
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