I am writing this letter in the hope that one woman in particular will read it and want to repeat one of our most erotic escapades. This woman loves to fuck, anytime and anywhere, and literally screams when she comes. She is the noisiest lover I’ve ever been with. Though we were based in different parts of the country, our line of work has given us many opportunities to be together, and she’s always been ready to act out our fantasies, especially when they involved secret exhibitionism and semi-public sex. It was in a hotel in Brighton that she first amplified her passion with prolonged cries of lust, as I slipped my cock deep into her hot pussy. If she reads this, I know she will remember that first encounter, along with the pounding on the wall from the next room.

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I’m a single bloke, 28 years old, with a good job. The only problem is I never seem to meet the right woman. Recently, I was set up on a blind date through a friend of mine with a woman named Heather. I knew in advance that she was older than me, but that didn’t really matter.

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My first job when I left the sixth form was working for an insurance company. I was an 18-year-old buxom blonde who had led a fairly sheltered life but wanted to change all that. A week after I got my A-level results, I packed my car with everything it would hold and moved into a bedsit. The next thing I did was register with a GP and get myself put on the pill. A week after that I found a job, and life was good.

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I have a fantasy for you, my perfect female lover. Sit back and enjoy it fully. Don’t be shy. Go ahead and touch yourself. Enter my erotic world. Your fingers are my fin¬gers; your orgasm and mine will be one and the same.

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I am a 19-year-old university student, and when I am not attending lectures or study¬ing, I often enjoy relaxing under a tree near the entrance to one of the girls’ blocks in my hall of residence. I love watching the pretty girls parading past, and looking up their dresses as they walk up and down the steps.

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As I queued patiently, waiting to pay the cashier, I felt the cool breeze of an air conditioner from somewhere behind me. It carried an intriguing scent of aftershave. Out of curiosity, I turned my head slightly, trying not to appear obvious while stealing a look at the man behind me. There he was, my dream man dark hair, sparkling eyes, just the right height. He was sexy, and I wanted him.

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My boyfriend and I are mad about each other and can’t seem to get enough sex. I love teasing him to a state where he’s so crazed with lust for me that he just wants to get me home (or wherever’s conven-ient) and fuck my brains out.

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I celebrated my fiftieth birthday last month. I’m happily married and am usually faithful to my wife of 25 years. Our sex lifevhas always been tremendous. However, when I am away on prolonged business trips I have been known to play the field from time to time.

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Being a film stuntman is not a glamorous job, whatever you might think. I do all the dangerous stunts which the big stars are afraid or can’t get insured to do, and I get paid a hell of a lot less than them. But that’s not the worst part of the job. A lot of big stars are temperamental, and they make it hard to get anything completed on schedule. I find this is especially true of female stars. Well, I’m the unknown stunt man who has put some of the film indus¬try’s most beautiful women in their place, because I know how to bring those snooty, pampered superstars down to earth. You see, I’ve found that most of these rich, famous goddess types secretly want to be treated like a real person, not a superstar.

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I’m currently working as a strippogram sex girl, and I’ve done some strange things dur¬ing my time with the agency, like the odd spot of mudwrestling, but the more bizarre event I ever took part in was a ‘gungea-thon’ at the local rugby club. You know what rugby players are like; any excuse to see a girl with very little on, and when the boss at the agency said they wanted a few girls who were prepared to get covered in gunge and lose most of their clothes in the process, I said I’d give it a go. All money raised on the evening was going to the local hospice, so it wasn’t as though I was making a fool of myself for nothing.

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