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We’ve all seen the show on tv that sets up a couple of people on a blind date and then follows them around while they go on their first date. It comes complete with pop up bubbles showing what the producers think the people might be thinking or making humorous observations about the date.
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You know you’ve thought about it, and you may have even fantasized about it. You are driving down the road and see a sexy looking slut sitting on the bench waiting for the bus. It’s so hot (or so cold, or so rainy) that you pull over and offer her a ride.
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We have all heard the nice little slogan on TV which says that “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”. Well that is all and good but when it comes to the Whore Wagon, what happens in their VIP limos is fodder for every swinging dick that will pay money to watch as these sluts suck cock and get fucked in their ass and pussy.
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I knew that the best fuck I ever had was going to be good before I ever met her. The reason was simple – she lived next door. For the first four or five months she had a regular boyfriend, and even though we had thick plaster walls between us, she was a screamer! I used to listen to her go on for hours! I’d never really met her, but had seen her around enough to recognize her when I ran into her in a local bar one night.
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There are days I think my girlfriend has had some kind of operation to transplant a clit onto her tongue – not that I’m complaining! Sometimes I think the wench would rather smoke the pole than have a chocolate, and she’s been known to fight for chocolate. Sometimes I hold out on her just to make her squirm – she’s so damned cute and sexy when she begs!
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Everybody loves a love story. You know, boy meets girl, girl checks out his car, employment record, and portfolio. She then allows him to invest large quantities of money during the dating ritual before he maybe can get into her pants. All of this is if he doesn’t die of blue-balls, go broke, or get bumped off the dance card by somebody with a newer car and more money in the bank.
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When I still worked in the cubicle hell of the corporate world, I had a secretary with a body to die for and a face to match. Now, I’d learned about the dangers of fucking somebody who worked for you the hard way, so as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. At least, I couldn’t until the day she announced that she’d found another job and would be leaving.
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I was teasing this little serving wench in a bar one night, and I told her I ought to spank her for bringing me the wrong drink. I expected she’d laugh or give me a dirty look, but she did neither – she just said “I get off in an hour” and walked away. Intrigued, I decided to stick around; sure as shit, she came to my table with her purse an hour later, and we went back to my place.
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