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Swiftly, you are both through the door. A bedroom lay within, spare by the late Victorian standards of the house: a four-poster bed, two chairs, a shuttered window, a washstand and basin, a dresser. She turned and regarded you, her eyes boring into you, stripping your soul bare. With trembling hands, you started to undress, … [Read more…]

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Five years ago, I was carrying my groceries to the car in the parkinglot when I crashed into another woman loaded down with the same. We both started to apologize, then shrieked with delight and embraced. Connie had been my best friend. We grew up together and had known each other for nearly twenty years, … [Read more…]

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My entire outlook on sex has turned around in the past year, and
I must admit that it has been a turn for the better. I am a
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have tried to keep myself in relatively good shape so that I will
remain attractive to the opposite sex.

About six months ago I was out on a date with an old friend of
mine. My daughter, Suzanne, was at home with two of her friends
from the local college, and she didn’t expect me home until much
later. I had no sooner arrived at my friend’s house than I got
the worst headache ever. After about thirty minutes I realized
that I would be no fun for the evening. I apologized to Tom and
returned home.
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Alice was sitting in her favorite chair, reading the paper. I came up behind her and started rubbing her neck. “Umm, thanks Sue, that feels good!” I brought my mouth up against her neck and kissed it. She caught a whiff of my perfume. “Ooh, I love that perfume. Does it mean what it usually … [Read more…]

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Archive-name: Samesex/chanccon.ff Archive-author: Donna Baker Archive-title: Chance Contact “Damn!” Megan muttered to herself when she first noticed the little bump showing through her blouse. She’d been banging a report into her desk computer when a stray motion of her arm had set of the Itch. She tried to ignore it, but ever since her hormone … [Read more…]