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<title><![CDATA[Shopping Trip]]></title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 17:36:24 -0400</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Copyright &copy; 2010 Lusty Library<br/><br/>I walk into the clothing store and decide to just look around. As I walk across the store I look here and there at different shirts, skirts and other lovely things. Unconsciously I end up in the lingerie section of the store. I love buying myself sexy garments and underwear and of course it doesn't take long before I spot the first item. It's a red corset with matching string with black embroidery on it.As I reach for it to take it with me to the changing room I feel your arms moving around my waist. "I knew I'd find you here," you whisper in my ear and I can feel the smile against my cheek as you softly kiss my face. You pull me closer against you and continue, "You'll look sexy in this outfit. I can already see you wearing it for me.""You like it?" I ask, "Or do you think I should get something else?" As I say this I point to another set of lingerie and know you'll love it as well. It has stocking garters attached and I know just how much you love seeing me wearing them.Deciding I'll take both sets I turn around and look into your eyes. I can feel your erection pressed against my belly and smiling I ask you, "What has gotten you so excited? Seeing me or the idea of how I'll look wearing this underwear?""Both of course," you say and then ask expectantly, "Are you going to try them ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Shopping-Trip_11217">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Showers]]></title>
<link>http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Showers_11170</link>
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 14:30:25 -0400</pubDate>
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At the end of the day, on the way home, I decided that after such a long hard work week, I needed to relieve myself. With so many difficult days in the office, I was glad it was Friday. As soon as got in the front door of my apartment, I called a couple of my buddies and said we were meeting at the bar for a few drinks. And quickly our plans for the night were set. <br />
I went to my closet and laid out a pair of jeans and took out a simple t-shirt and then jumped in the shower. I spent a good 30 minutes in the shower just letting the hot water relax me. I hopped out, shaved, got dressed, grabbed my keys and was off to the bar. <br />
It had been a while since I been out due to work so everyone was surprised I actually came out. We took our seats at the bar and order the first round. I had forgotten the simple joy of the taste of alcohol. After about an hour drinking, joking and catching up, we started to get loud and so did the music. The more we drank the faster the time went. It was about 10:30 and we were starting to feel buzzed, but we kept drinking. <br />
Suddenly one after another my buddies were &ldquo;DAMN &ldquo;with their eyes fixed to the door. &ldquo;She is fine as hell!&rdquo; ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Showers_11170">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Learning The Hard Way]]></title>
<link>http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Learning-The-Hard-Way_11175</link>
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<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 16:58:24 -0400</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Copyright &copy; 2010 Lusty Library<br/><br/>By Maximillian ExcaliberIntroductionThe Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the DSM, is used by mental health professionals as a reference guide when diagnosing and documenting mental disorders.Included in the DSM is a condition known as Sexual Aversion Disorder. Sexual Aversion Disorder is commonly found in victims of sexual abuse. This story does not contain any reference to sexual abuse and none should be implied.The following information is included to help you better understand the actions of one of the characters in this story.From the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders Fourth Edition (DSM-IV):302.79 Sexual Aversion DisorderThe essential feature of Sexual Aversion Disorder is the aversion to and active avoidance of genital sexual contact with a sexual partner. The disturbance must cause marked distress or interpersonal difficulty. The dysfunction is not better accounted for by another Axis I disorder (except another Sexual Dysfunction). The individual reports anxiety, fear, or disgust when confronted by a sexual opportunity with a partner. The aversion to contact maybe focused on a particular aspect of sexual experience (e.g., genital secretions, vaginal penetration). Some individuals experience generalized revulsion to all sexual stimuli, including kissing and touching. The intensity of the individual&rsquo;s reactions when exposed to the aversive stimulus may range from moderate anxiety and lack of pleasure to extreme psychological distress.SubtypesSubtypes are provided to indicate onset (Lifelong versus Acquired), context (Generalized versus Situational), and etiological factors (Due to Psychological Factors, Due to Combined Factors) for Sexual Aversion Disorder.Associated Features and DisordersWhen confronted with a sexual situation, ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Learning-The-Hard-Way_11175">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Impressions.]]></title>
<link>http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Impressions._11140</link>
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<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 15:07:17 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Copyright &copy; 2010 Lusty Library<br/><br/>It was our company Christmas party, and I&rsquo;d just turned 23. It wasn&rsquo;t a very interesting job, I just sat in an office every day. But it paid my rent. Especially since I&rsquo;d been working overtime, to pay for all these Christmas gifts. Little did I know that this Christmas party would get me more than a little tipsy. I&rsquo;d gotten to the party a little later than I&rsquo;d wanted to, and quickly grabbed a drink. I sat myself quietly in the back of the room. The boss was a stickler for being on time. I thought that no one had noticed me come in late, until I heard a soft chuckle. To my left sat a boy who I&rsquo;d known in high school. He wasn&rsquo;t so much a boy anymore, as he&rsquo;d be turning 24 in February. But back in high school, we didn&rsquo;t come from the same circle. He was a jock, playing baseball and soccer. I was quiet, the classic looking &ldquo;scene girl.&rdquo; I had big, dark colored hair and a lot of makeup. He had baseball uniforms and nice shoes. Since then, I&rsquo;d grown up a bit and cut my hair, dyed it a lighter color, and acquired a couple tattoos. He&rsquo;d grown a little facial hair, but kept his hair the same sandy blond. I hadn&rsquo;t grown in height, but he sure had. We sat there studying each other for a while, almost not believing that we were really there together. I took a sip of ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Impressions._11140">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Graveyard with Roxy]]></title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 14:20:01 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Copyright &copy; 2010 Lusty Library<br/><br/>I met Roxy while working armed security. I was in a support position to her non-armed position. I would check on her while working my graveyard shift and we became friends. Our conversations began with her college classes, and progressed to her athletics (long distance bicycle and short triathlons) and nutrition.Roxy always wore a very non-flattering, baggy uniform. Based upon her stories of bicycling and competitive triathlons, I assumed she must have a fit body but could not tell. Roxy was no Barbie doll, but she was cute and very sexy in how she carried herself: strong enough to work the grave shift alone, while always being a little feminine such as complementing her drab uniform with diamond studs and always wearing her long black hair differently. Roxy wore glasses, which I believed she was hiding behind. While she looked great with her glasses, more than once I caught her without them and she was stunning. As our friendship grew I noticed she began wearing very subtle makeup and was having her brows done. She went from cute to very beautiful. As our conversations were becoming a little flirtatious with some occasional sexual comments, I sensed something coming. Roxy began making it very clear when she would be completely alone and suggesting I stop by. She was also inviting me to join her on her rounds to talk.  On a typical Friday night, I contacted Roxy and she suggested I return to walk with her at 1:15 AM. I went ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Graveyard-with-Roxy_10276">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Post-Holiday Party]]></title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 14:16:43 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Copyright &copy; 2010 Lusty Library<br/><br/>It was the end of the day, one for the hard workers and the last of security to tie up loose ends.There was no one at the job but her and me, and I&rsquo;d been waiting for it. She was lingering, too. I could tell. We had decent conversations and all during late hours, but that physical stuff was hard to get around. I got hard around her&mdash;a lot. I did the last of the cleanup after the office party and locked the doors. I didn&rsquo;t mind helping her; it meant a minute alone&hellip;and as many as I could get her to give me.She&rsquo;d really stepped into it weeks ago when she kissed me that first time. She kept watching me behind the security desk, and I finally asked her what was wrong. She simply said she wanted me&hellip;her hands were all over me, she sucked my tongue, and I wanted that mouth anywhere and everywhere else I could get. My hands were no better, but every time I got under a shirt, or tried to go into her pants, she backed off. I was trying to be patient. She talked about sex in a matter-of-fact way that made me want to get past that little wall she built, past any clothing she had. Something was burning back there, I knew it. Physically she was ready, but her mind would kick in and that would be that.Well, not tonight. I had plans tonight. I was going to seduce her. She&rsquo;d begun ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/PostHoliday-Party_11119">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Yoga mami]]></title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 14:52:18 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Copyright &copy; 2010 Lusty Library<br/><br/>He told me it wouldn&rsquo;t hurt. Jesus lied to me. His eleven-inch dick pummeled my sweet pussy but it was worth it. Jesus was my mother&rsquo;s and I yoga instructor. While he was teaching my mom asana, sun salute and downward dog, he was sizing my pretty ass up. Jesus was a beautiful Puerto Rican daddy, who had the whole class swarming, like bees to honey. He was six foot and two hundred pounds in stature. His dark wavy hair and mysterious eyes were a turn on. The first day my mom and I walked into the Biltmore Club and registered for his class, we heard he was a cutie. That was two months ago.Loren Maxwell seemed to be his favorite conquest and she made sure everyone knew it. Loren was all over him; whining when she could not bend her body correctly. She was an anorexic, too-much-makeup-wearing whore. Those toothpick legs would open for anyone who was breathing. As soon as he said &ldquo;Good evening Ladies&rdquo; he had everyone&rsquo;s attention. He definitely held mine. My mom was no exception. I saw her eyes as he walked by, her lingering looks as he helped her with her poses. She was putting on; she had been doing yoga for three years now. She was lonely and wanting this young, sweaty man&rsquo;s hands all over her.I, on the other hand, had a dancer&rsquo;s body. I was eighteen, hot, and ready for some dick action. My jet black hair and big doe eyes had ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Yoga-mami_10986">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[The Maintenance man]]></title>
<link>http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/The-Maintenance-man_10985</link>
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<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 09:39:34 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Copyright &copy; 2010 Lusty Library<br/><br/>The day I moved to the Villas had been such a hectic day. The movers weren&rsquo;t on time and the truck I was provided broke down. My intention was to hire these big strong men and have them do all the work, but that&rsquo;s not what took place. I had three movers, two of them old and one able-bodied man who reeked of alcohol. A job that should have took three hours ended up being six. This was going to be my first apartment and I didn&rsquo;t want any mix ups. The Villas were townhouses in a gated community of ten. The posh neighborhood around us was a happening place to be in Virginia Beach. I had the newest and last unit in the complex. As I pulled up to my new place I was greeted by Mr. Adams, the maintenance man. He led me through the new home and pointed out the new amenities. He seemed to know about everything in the home and outside the home. Mr. Adams knew everyone&rsquo;s business. As we talked, about who was clean and dirty, whose husband is cheating with whom in the complex, I noticed his hands; he was wearing a wedding ring. I had to excuse myself from Mr. Adams because the movers had arrived. &ldquo;Those are the guys that are supposed to help you?&rdquo; he asked.  I hated to admit it but I confessed. He laughed as he joked how old they looked. I laughed as I said that one ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/The-Maintenance-man_10985">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Hands-on Therapy]]></title>
<link>http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Handson-Therapy_10950</link>
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<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 16:53:37 -0500</pubDate>
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I wasn't expecting the envelope when it came: a few weeks ago, I'd gone to a sort of alumni get-together of my old fraternity, part of which was a raffle (maybe it was a fundraiser for one of the animal house chapters; I forget). Anyhow, the note said I'd won one of the bigger prizes, which was enclosed. It turned out to be a gift certificate for some sort of place called "There's the Rub". I'd never heard of them; from what I could gather, it was some sort of physical therapy franchise outfit. Why my old frat might have gotten involved with something that smacked vaguely of things metrosexual, I couldn't guess, but I figured what the hell... might as well give it a shot some day. <br />
Absentmindedly, I put the certificate on the refrigerator under a magnet and forgot about it, until one Saturday, I found myself with a fair amount of time on my hands. There was a website shown on the card, so I did a bit of research. The locator showed one of their clinics (their term) maybe a few miles, in a reasonably upscale retail area. The website was maddeningly vague about the nature of the places, though: the description of what they offered was couched in nonspecific terms that somehow sounded distantly New Age to me, or something like that. But what made me do a double-take was the hours of operation shown: they ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Handson-Therapy_10950">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Proper Schooling]]></title>
<link>http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Proper-Schooling_10948</link>
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<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 16:42:46 -0500</pubDate>
<description><![CDATA[Copyright &copy; 2010 Lusty Library<br/><br/>"OK; we've talked about what gets me hot", Missy said. "So fair's fair; what do you like? Is there some look you want, or anything like that?" Missy and I had been together for a few months now and we'd fucked a good bit&mdash;usually good, clean, dirty sex, getting naked quickly. But she'd read one of those articles in who knows which magazine and had gotten the idea about juicing up our sex life-and like any intelligent male, when the woman in his life wants to make the sex hotter, I played along. "The schoolgirl look is pretty hot", I said with a grin. She was giving me kind of a funny look, so I explained. "It's based&mdash;very loosely&mdash;on the prototypical parochial school uniform." She interrupted, "You want me to dress up in a plaid jumper and knee socks?""Not at all", I replied. "I said it's based very loosely on the concept, but it's really light-years removed. Usually the look consists of a white blouse, not buttoned at all, but knotted just below the ribcage. That's teamed up with a really short skirt&mdash;preferably plaid. Heels, of course&mdash;not necessarily stilettos but no-kidding heels; a Mary Jane style with the strap across the instep really works well. Then you gotta have some kind of hosiery: ideally, opaque thigh-highs with something like a ruffle or bow at the top, but ordinary thigh-highs or even fishnets would work. So would sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. If you go with thigh-highs, sheer panties are ideal; if you go with ...<br/><br/><a href="http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Straight/Lusty_Liaisons/Proper-Schooling_10948">Get The Full Story At Lusty Library</a>]]></description>
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