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erotic dream: 1

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In my dream, you stood in front of a mirror.You were shirtless, in jeans only as you stood before the full-length mirror. The hair on your chest called to me as I coveted you with my eyes. Your hair grew thicker as it arrowed towards the fly of your jeans, beckoning my eyes, my hands to follow and explore.

being a tease

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I'm not a tease, per se, but I do love teasing. A “tease” is someone who promises one thing but doesn't deliver. Teasing, to me, just means building anticipation until its reaches a peak, then delivering on your promises. I think it's a highly underrated sexual technique; it's really an excellent method that travels well - meaning that if you're in public, it's still something you can...

the mystery of male arousal

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I've often wondered how long a man, truly, can be aroused. As a woman, I know the time is long - I can be aroused for hours and hours, like a slow simmering pot. There doesn't even have to be an orgasm near the end - so long as the arousal doesn't reach that state of “critical mass”, it's not a requirement to have an orgasm. Arousal, in and of itself, is a pleasurable state.

the subway

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We were friends, business associates. Nothing more. I'd never thought of you this way before tonight. Suddenly, I couldn't meet your eyes across the table and not think of you in this new, incredibly exciting way. I looked across the table at you and smiled to myself. You looked so stuffy. Your tie, perfectly knotted beneath your Adam's apple, made my fingers itch to slide the silk bonds apart.

the lovers, part two: payback

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My heart was pounding in anticipation as I waited for you. It was only a matter of minutes until your arrival, and the night would begin. Lace tickled my nipples as I took a deep breath, arousing them and making me smile. Underneath my proper, businesslike dress there existed witchery in the form of black lace and little else.

the lovers, part one: the gift

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Your voice came through the phone at me and touched me like a lover. “I've left something special for you in your desk drawer - a little gift.” I never intended to have an affair. It was never my intention at all. But here I was, a married woman, being unfaithful to my husband in spirit, at least. I couldn't help it.

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