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      <title>Rain Rain a wonderful drug</title>
      <description>As the rain trickles down Down my naked body   I feel his warm rough hands upon my thighs   The smell of hay and rain filling my senses.   As the rain seeps through the roof   His mouth tenderly kissing my stomach    Nibbling ever inch he kisses   His fingers entering my cunt   As our lips capture each others   Our tongues twirling like mating snakes   Moans escape my mouth   As he plunges home </description>
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      <title>Midnight Snack</title>
      <description>I wake with a need, one I can't explain, but it hurts. It hurts deep inside; you know the type of pain only a lover can help relieve. I watch him sleep, and he is perfectly beautiful in the moon light. I notice the time; it's late, close to 3:00 in the morning. I can't help it, I need him.    He is sleeping on his back, wearing nothing, as he always does. He looks so peaceful; it's a shame</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 22:01:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Photographer</title>
      <description>Chris was someone I had first 'met' on the chat section of Lush Stories. And here I was now stepping into his flat in London. Just the two of us.   Our initial chat interaction had expanded into further lengthy chats, followed by numerous e-mail exchanges. We seemed to hit it off on-line and swapped stories, lifestyles, pictures and praise for the content on each others Profile Page on the</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 23:04:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Departed</title>
      <description>I will remember you   And give a sad smile.   I will not forget   Not even for a while.   Every detail will haunt.   But all before will shine.   You, my beautiful boy,   Your body failed you.   We knew this was to be   But always wished.   We went through more   Than most, you and me.   We were always family,   To that we will stay.   My child holds your name,   To your surprise.   Your</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 23:06:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Mom and son secrets 3</title>
      <description>   Over the next few months the relationship with my son grew deeper and more intense. It was insane how attracted and obsessed we became with each other. We shared that same devious desire; mom and son engaging in forbidden sexual activities. We were so hungry for each other and took every window of opportunity to quench our thirst.   It was incredible, the heat and chemistry which burned</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 01:40:13 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Do You Think You&amp;apos;re Beautiful Now?</title>
      <description>"How can  anyone,  especially  you , find all this" - you wave your hand around, gesturing to your naked body lying before Tom on his bed - "attractive?"   "You see fault where I find beauty," he says gently, running the backs of his fingers down your cheek.   The corner of his mouth turns up. "By the end of this night, you will feel as if you could tempt a saint."   "Why would I want to</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:46:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Group Therapy</title>
      <description>On the heels of a nasty break up, I decide to get out of town for a long weekend to visit my best friend, whom I haven&amp;apos;t seen in a couple of years. Tiffany and her boyfriend Derek live in a small apartment in the middle of downtown Seattle. After spending the day sight-seeing, Tiffany and I finally arrive at her apartment after dark. Tiffany looks stunning as usual.     She has dark brown</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:29:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Tyrant</title>
      <description> "Ruth for heaven's sake will you please hurry up. You'reworking at a snail's pace today. I don't pay you to act like you're sleep-walking."   I bite my tongue and count to ten. I don't know how I keep my cool sometimes, on days like this Alexis can be the bitch from hell, and the worst boss imaginable.   "Yes Alexis. I get the message."   I've worked here at The Ark for just over two years.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 17:27:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Lust Love Cocktail</title>
      <description>I always want people to like me. I think that is one of my greatest weaknesses. And the weird thing is, I shouldn't feel that way. I definitely have the looks of a person everyone should love-long blond hair reaching my elbows, deep blue eyes, slim and fit (because of all the jogging), and perfect E cups. Yes, you can surely notice my German-Sweden ancestry. And that all in a 5&amp;apos; 6&amp;apos;&amp;apos; package.  </description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 16:03:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Solitaire</title>
      <description>The nights are long; Her nakedness calls...  When the sun goes down, She strips to the skin, Pours a glass of wine And revels within Her own world of sensual pleasures, Running mental fingers through her treasures, All time fades to a shadowed glow And smiles, nude, at her ceaseless flow.  Through her open skylight Which hovers aerily above She runs her fingers Along every love And feels</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 17:34:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>If this is</title>
      <description>If this is your love;   Let me feel its feathery touch.   Let me wallow in its truthfulness.   Let me run in its openness.   Let me feast in its vibrancy.    If this is your grace;   Let me postulate at its purity.   Let me inhale its truth.   Let me embrace its virginity.   Let me wash in its shroud.   If this is your passion;   Let me embrace its ferocity.   Let me suck in its maelstrom.  </description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 17:33:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Our First Meeting</title>
      <description>Many of you may think it's a loser's way of finding a compatible mate, but I found someone very special on an online dating site. It wasn't on one of those standard, fill out a questionnaire type sites. It was a site designed to allow singles, couples, and groups to 'hook up' for some specific physical activity. Being over forty years old, I have long tired of the bar dating scene and was</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 15:05:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Ultimate Doll, Chapter #5</title>
      <description> Friday finally arrived, like a slow train ... it seemed to Lynn that the day would never pass. Lynn checked the kitchen clock over and over, it never seemed to move. Finally it was time to get ready to go. Her husband Don did not seem terribly unnerved, and was sitting by the TV waiting for Lynn to get ready.   She packed a few naughty, new outfits, boots, and assorted BDSM items in her bag.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 02:38:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Under New Management</title>
      <description>The press of bodies interested her not in the least. She was focused only on squeezing through to the bar, very much needing the vodka seven that would help her disregard the voice inside her, the one that whispered doubts and longings. But she couldn&amp;apos;t avoid the jostling people around her; the press was tight at the bar, and the crowd shifted and waved like underwater sea grass, carrying her</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 15:06:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Personal Professionals Vol. 3: I Know Something You Don&amp;apos;t Know...</title>
      <description>Ever get called into work on your day off because one of your burnout coworkers decided he was going to get arrested the night before? No? Well, as lousy as that sounds, this same thing happened to me last week. One might think being in security at the biggest mall in Florida is fun. That would be because of Kevin James. My job involves sitting in a chair looking at monitor screens.</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 02:11:20 GMT</pubDate>
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