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I wanted to be a good slut more than anything, but I also had a secret. My secret was that I liked to be used. I liked sex and I wanted lots of it. I decided that being the best slut meant keeping my master's friends happy too. I longed to know what the sensation of really being wanted felt like. When he announced that we were having a house party, I decided that this was my chance to show him just how much I was worth.

It may have looked like I led a charmed life: At 28, I ran a successful indie publishing house and I had the respect of my peers - even those who first saw me as a sex object. Now it was time to expand, and I thought hiring Jared and Billy to assist me would help me do just that. But I didn't count on being so distracted - tortured is a better word - by how incredibly sexy they both were.

I'm a shy, quiet, somewhat introverted young college librarian who also happens to be a trusted secretary at my Lutheran church. I would be about the last person you'd ever expect to find in a biker bar - not to mention being gangbanged by a group of leather-wearing, tattoo-sporting, pierced up, brawny biker boys from the city. So how does a young, bashful, sexually-reserved church girl like myself end up sprawled out on one of the pool tables of a smoky, back alley biker bar?

I was head over heels in love with Kyle Saunders and I thought he was just as fond of me - until I caught him in bed with another woman. There was something that Kyle had always begged me to do with him in bed, but I was always too afraid to let him do it. I had promised him that I'd let him do it on our wedding night, and a few months later, he'd proposed to me. A week before our wedding, however, I caught him in bed with one of my friends, and all I could think about was getting revenge.

I love my fiancé, Ryan, more than anything else in the world, but there is something that I have been keeping from him. I have been secretly attracted to his twin sister, Rachel, since the first time I saw her. I have always maintained that I was straight, that is, until I laid eyes on Rachel. There was just something about her that I couldn't explain. Anyway, the night before my wedding, Rachel threw me a bachelorette party, and to my surprise, the stripper she hired was a female.

They say the masks come off when you finally get married. Well, in my own personal experience, that saying couldn't be truer. I never knew how kinky my new husband really was until the night of our wedding. I know some people claim that after they get married, their sex life goes downhill. Well, that certainly was not the case in my marriage. In fact, our sex life actually kicked up a notch after we got married. My very first threesome took place on my wedding night and it was one erotic experience that I will never forget!

I never thought that I, a 42-year-old Sunday school teacher, would ever have sex with a stranger -- let alone, a strange damn near half my age. I've been very lonely since my husband left me for a younger woman, and I've tried to suppress my sexual desires by indulging in my bible studies and scriptures. However, when my car broke down one sultry summer evening, I found myself stranded, waiting for the roadside assistance to arrive.

I was a 22-year-old who had been saving myself for my wedding night. But after I caught my fiancé in bed with another woman, my heart was shattered into a million pieces. What an asshole! All of my years of sexual morality went right out of the window, and all I could think about was getting REVENGE! I knew he hated those fraternity jocks at our college - especially Cameron Collins, the star quarterback of our college football team.

I had always found my young, handsome new assistant, Justin, very attractive. In fact, that was actually one of the main reasons why I'd hired him. My sex life with my husband had grown dull, unfulfilling and almost completely nonexistent. I guess I was just longing for some new excitement around the office and Justin certainly offered just that. I was surprised that one of the younger, more vibrant female employees hadn't snatched him up yet.

Me, a lesbian? Never. At least that what I've sworn ever since I was in middle school. I have always been one of those women who found it annoying and repulsive when I would see two chicks making out in public or spot them dancing erotically with each other on the dance floor of a bar or club. But when I met Lisa Long, all of that changed. In a single day, this woman turned me out and made me her b*tch - and I loved every minute of it! She turned me out better than any man I had ever been with in my entire life.

I never thought in a million years that I'd ever be having sex with more than one man at a time. I have always been the shy, quiet type of girl, you know, the one who sits back at the parties and silently watches other people socialize, dance, and have fun. But when those four handsome, muscular movers showed up at my door, something inside me snapped, and I saw the opportunity to be someone else for a while - someone different, someone wild, free, and sexually uninhibited.

The first time I had anal sex I was 22 years old and in my last year of college. I had always been the "good girl" on campus, you know, always with my nose stuck in a book. I was so into my studies that I never had "time" for a boyfriend or for fun parties. It wasn't until I looked up one day and realized that I was in my last year of college and hadn't had any of the "wild college coed experiences" that I've always heard everyone else bragging about. It was like something inside of me snapped.

For four years, I'd been waiting to get into Professor Amelia London's class. Beautiful, charming, a celebrated poet: She was everything I wasn't and everything I wanted to be. So imagine how crushed I was when my first assignment not only failed to impress her, but was riddled with red, mocking ink! Luckily, though, she was a devoted teacher, first and foremost, and was more than willing to give me an extra credit assignment designed to make me come out of my shell.

Kevin and I had just been married, and I couldn't wait to get on with the honeymoon! I know it's a little bit old fashioned, but I was saving myself to give to my husband when we were married, and I couldn't wait to finally show Kevin just how much I loved him! After all, he'd done so much for me. Before him, I was a shy, meek girl. But he continuously pushed me to get out of my comfort zone and realize new possibilities. That's why, when he promised he had just the perfect honeymoon in mind, I didn't question his judgment.

Paul and I hadn't been happy for a while. I knew that losing his job had been hard on him, but that was no reason for him to be neglectful - even scornful - in every possible way. He contributed less and less, but I guess what hurt me most was how he neglected my body. I chalked it up to depression until I found out what he'd been doing with girls on the Internet when I was away at work, keeping our family afloat. But it wasn't until I laid my eyes on Riley, our 23-year-old gardener, that I realized how I would get my revenge.

I've never been a stranger to unsolicited come-ons, so I wasn't surprised when one day I received a link to a dirty video in my messages from an anonymous man. I was surprised, however, at how intrigued by the video I was. I'd always gone for good guys who bored me in bed in the past, but suddenly my head was filled with dirty thoughts of doing things a good girl like me would never do.

I knew it would happen. As soon as I was away at college, getting used to all the new people, trying to find my classes and get my books - and get used to having a roommate - my high school boyfriend cheated on me. We'd promised...oh, it didn't matter what we promised. He'd broken my heart and I dumped him, and I was miserable. And to be honest, I missed the sex. A lot. But I was too upset to go looking for a one-night stand, even for revenge sex. Then my roommate had an idea.

Brad had always been a perfect gentleman - the kind of man who would take care of me for the rest of my life. That's why I expected Lila would be happy for me on my wedding day, and would take her duties as maid of honor seriously. But instead, she seemed more interested in playing sexual mind games with me, flaunting her gorgeous body at me in ways that made me rethink my devotion to Brad, as well as what was behind our life-long friendship. Maybe she'd always been more than just a friend.

Jess is fantastic, and the workouts have been great. But when she said we were going to take things to the next level, I certainly wasn't expecting what happened next - leave it to Jess to put the "personal" in personal trainer.

I'd gone to the movies to try to forget about my ex-boyfriend. It seemed like the thing to do: go out, get lost in a movie, forget the love of my life had just left me for another woman. At least that was the plan. But what happened next blew my mind. And it certainly made me forgot about what's-his-name.