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      <title>A Day to Remember (Sequel to A Night to Remember)</title>
      <description>I squirmed and let out a mix between a moan and a yawn as I was awakened from my sleep. I felt something heavenly happening between my legs, and wondered what it was.   "Mmm, that feels so.oh god," I moaned sleepily. I arched my back, wanting to feel more of that pleasure.It felt like someone was licking my already wet vagina. That person was flicking his tongue in and out of my moist hole. I knew who was doing this to me, and I loved it.   "God, yes," I whispered hotly.  "Mm...</description>
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      <title>Parents Evening</title>
      <description> It's parents evening and your ploughing through your seemingly endless list of parents to see. This part of the job always seems and feels so mundane, constant repetitions of "Jack could do so much better if he paid attention" and "Jane is an exemplary student". Finally, the last parent, little Jacobs's dad. Jacob is a mediocre student, wise to the fact his mother walked out on him and Josh, his dad, 12 months ago you're always a little less harsh with him.   "Hello there, I'm Jacobs's...</description>
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      <title>Our Reunion</title>
      <description>  The knock on the door sent my heart into a frenzy. With no hesitation I ran to answer it. Standing on the threshold was my love, away for too long, now returned.  Feeling your breath on my cheek as you held me close. Our arms wrapped around each other in a lover's embrace. You tilted your head down to kiss me, brushing your lips over mine.   The door of the apartment was slightly ajar and I was aware of someone watching us from the corridor. I kicked the door with my...</description>
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      <title>First Things First</title>
      <description> I lay back as my husband spread my legs and ran his tongue all the way up my slit and to my swollen clit, but I didn't want that yet, I wanted him to suck my tits, to pinch and tease my erect nipples.    My pussy could wait. First things first.   I pushed his head away, impatient for my breast-play. He sat up, looking confused.   "My tits," I explained. "My tits need some attention first. You know that."   He settled himself beside me, propping himself on one...</description>
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      <title>Early Morning</title>
      <description>The early morning light creeps through the curtains. He half opens his eyes, and in that semi-awake state before full consciousness comes is aware only of his rigid penis and his urgent desire to assuage the feeling. The sight of the curve of her back, the valley between chest and hip, only inflames his passion and slowly his hand goes to stroke his rigid organ.   Wanting more than a quick release, he slides across the bed, closer to her back, hoping that his movement and his closeness...</description>
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      <title>Getting Published</title>
      <description>Holly's deep brown eyes were expectedly watching her possibly future boss find the words he was trying to tell her. Her rounded face looked bright with hope, her being eager for some great news.   "Well, Holly," he began whilst he adjusted his neck tie, almost as if he were adjusting his confidence in front of her to piss her off, "I think you're at a good - er - stage, but there's one problem with your capitalization."  A problem with her capitalization? Taken aback, Holly asked...</description>
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      <title>Ceciline Part 1</title>
      <description> "Can I help you?" he asked me.   "mmm?" I just looked at him.   "How about we go to my car?" he asked, reaching his hand out to mine, his fingertips barely touching the back of my hand.   "oh um hm." I mumbled under my breath very quietly, unsure if the man could hear me. I didn't really know what I was doing there in the parking lot that late at night or what he wanted from me. I grabbed his hand, linking my fingers with his and followed him to his BMW.   It...</description>
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      <title>No Substitute For Experience</title>
      <description>The alarm pings, 8 am. I press snooze and turn over, reaching for my wife, I try to cuddle an empty space.  Coming to my senses slowly I recall that she's got an early start at work, promising not to wake me on my day off. The sun is so bright that it penetrates the blinds and covers the bedroom and is covering the room in it's hazy glow, making it impossible to go back to sleep.  I rise, shower and make my way downstairs. The smell of bacon frying fills my nostrils. Entering the...</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 23:49:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Night Swim</title>
      <description> She loved swimming in the nude. It was liberating to feel her body caressed by the flowing, warm water. The abandoned pool was surrounded by tiki lights, casting a glow that made the night all the more magical. The air, although humid, was pleasantly warm.     Floating around in the warm water, she thought she was alone. Gentle waves lapped at her full breasts. It felt so good, so sexy. She stood up and looked down. God, her tits looked so hot. Running her hands over them, she felt how...</description>
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      <title>Wifey</title>
      <description>"Oh, Sharon, what are you wearing?" I asked, as soon as I entered the house. My wife stood in front of the door in a fancy cocktail dress. The black outfit clung tightly to her body, cutting off just above her knees. Black high-heeled shoes made her taller than she was, at five feet-four inches. She glittered like a jewel. My heart skipped a beat, just as it did that first night I met her at the stripper bar.  "I got a new dress, Tim" she said, fanned out her long arms and then rested her...</description>
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      <title>Sound Of Bounce</title>
      <description> -1-   How often does someone wake-up with a huge, shit eating, split the corners of your mouth, swallowed the canary, Cheshire Cat grin and really know they're doing it?   This was the first thing on Kylie's mind as she felt that slight headache a person gets when they begin to become conscious while keeping their eyes shut. It was that waking from a deep and dead sleep while refusing to open your eyes a person did when they wanted that sleep to come back and last a little bit...</description>
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      <title>One Last Time</title>
      <description> I'd really had enough. After almost two years of dating, dealing with headaches and frustration, trying make being a couple work, this was finally the last straw. Jen and I had been trying to make our relationship work for much longer then it had worked on it's own, but when she stood in my room and sobbingly confessed that she'd had sex with my roommate while I was at 200 miles away visiting my parents over a holiday weekend, I was certainly done trying.    "Please Justin," she...</description>
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      <title>Sunshine and Fine Wine.</title>
      <description>This better not be Becky's idea of a wind up. I'm sitting at the bar in Macy's, keeping the bar staff company. Faye is now 26 minutes late and the signs are ominous, she's not turning up.  I had been single for a few weeks now and my work mate Becky was full of sympathy, often  saying my balls must be ready to explode, or teasing me with tales of her own rampant sex life.  One day she must have felt sorry for me. She said her mate, Faye was on the market having split up from her...</description>
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      <title>Tough Day</title>
      <description>Cindy hadn't slept a wink. Just a rough night. Stumbling through the morning waking up, she hurried off to work. The early girl told her as soon as she walked in, that one of the girls had called out. They'd be working the restaurant on a three floor today.   Looking at each other, they shrugged. Might not be fun if they got slammed, but it wouldn't be the first time. At 9am, another scheduled didn't show up. Breaks had been set back to wait on the dumb ass that was running late an hour...</description>
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      <title>The First Time - Chapter Four</title>
      <description> FIRST TIME - Chapter Four    by BaronofSade ©   Copyright © 2010, BaronofSade. ALL Rights Reserved.    No portion of this story may be reproduced for profit without the express, written permission of the author. . . .   This story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. . ....</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 21:23:04 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>When Love Comes To Town</title>
      <description> Aileen had always been an adventurous girl, even with her religious upbringing. Her parents had encouraged her to participate in extra curricular activities, such as girl scouts, sports, and even the international student exchange program. And it was in Spain that she'd met Tadeo. The handsome college boy had been so taken with the lovely American redhead; he told his family that he intended to marry her.    Aileen's host family knew Tadeo's family and had delighted in having him over...</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 23:49:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>From Jazz to Jizz</title>
      <description>I'm no author, and as such you will have to forgive my grammar and prose. I just wanted to share these experiences with you that I had last winter with a girl who came into my life with an explosion of passion and heat where none was looked for.   Extract from my journal, dated 11-11-2009 AM    "........... Loneliness is a strange creature, does it create as much as it destroys - forcing one's self to come to terms with your doubts, fears and failures. Is it possible to be reborn...</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 20:11:47 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>She Was 22</title>
      <description>She was 22 and petite. Blonde, boyishly short haircut, and a body to die for. He was much older, but she liked the way he talked.  They met at the wedding of mutual friends, were bored with the reception and had been drinking just enough to loosen their inhibitions. Sitting together they talked a little, flirted a lot. He kept stealing looks at her creamy breasts, intentionally on display in her strikingly low-cut dress (she got off on being stared at). She glanced at his crotch at...</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 02:48:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Wait Till I Get Home</title>
      <description> Ok I have been away for 2 years. I am in the Marine Corps and stationed overseas. I plan on getting home in the next month knowing that things will not be ready for the upcoming move. Normally I threaten her with spankings but since she has gotten a big butt she does not feel it all that much. Just the way I like it. I will start off with the same idea but after I get those pants off of her she better be ready.   I have not stuck it in her backside for years. This is my fault since I...</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 11:35:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>A HOT Way To Pay A Debt</title>
      <description>Damn..where was I gonna get the money to pay for this. My Parents were gonna kill me. I had run up 700 dollars on their credit card that easily. The one that was 'Only for emergency use Delilah, ONLY for emergencies'.   Fuck, my Dad told me I had one week to come up with the money, or he would take my car. I had to think. I finally decided to sell some things at one of those shops. You know the ones that offer the best prices around.   I made my best friend Kara go with me. She was...</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 21:11:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Back Yard Fling</title>
      <description>Fuck, its happened again! Let me explain, every morning I've woken up moaning with my fingers rubbing my clit, just bringing myself to orgasm.  Every night the same dream; it always starts with me in the back yard after work, around 10pm, relaxing having a vodka and coke, looking at the stars. My next door neighbour strolls out his back door and the smell -a mix of Lynx Instinct, which I find irresistible - and a big joint fills the air.  He leans over the fence and looks me up and...</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 14:52:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Anal Fantasies Cum True</title>
      <description>For years I made love to my wife without being attached to the tight pucker that lies so closely behind the sweetest pussy in all the world, but then one day my tongue wandered into territory that had never before been shared with any other lover. As the tip of my tongue slipped past the back of her wet pussy into a field of fuzz and sweetness never before tasted, her reaction was immediate and in the opposite direction from my advancing tongue. At the time I was told not to plan on kissing her...</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 05:55:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>My Teacher Teaches Me Anal</title>
      <description>It had been weeks since Mr. Denton had spanked and fucked me. I had put it from my mind. He had showed no further interest in me and I had stayed out of trouble for the most part. I had a new boyfriend, and one afternoon we were fucking behind the stairs in the basement of the gym. He had is hand in my bra and was fucking me really hard.   I couldn't stop my moans of pleasure. He was grunting and thrusting into my wet cunt and almost ready to cum. Suddenly I heard a sound. I looked up and...</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2010 19:51:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Andy's Little Story</title>
      <description> Real life isn't perfect, Real men aren't perfect, they don't always have giant penises and a rock solid hard on to be proudly waved in front of your face and therefore sometimes there are less than perfect stories.   This is Andy's story.   "Don't worry about it" I say as you huff and puff before rolling over.   "It happens to everyone" I tell you as I stroke your shoulder reassuringly.   What I'm really thinking is 'For gods sake, I really needed a really good...</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 12:54:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Wishing Herself into a Sweet Dream</title>
      <description>I'll tell you a little about myself to fill in some space. I was taught to write in the concise style and may do it to a fault. I write about the real only because, for the most part, it's not easy to write about the unknown. For what we're here for, I share myself, and share my view of the man I love. I'm thinking each story will tell a little of this which, in a good day can consume me. Hope you enjoy.  Already undressed she sits comfortable just home from the airport where she dropped...</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 01:15:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Arrangement</title>
      <description> After Sue had left, I'd barely had time to tidy up, stack the dishwasher and pour myself a glass of wine before the doorbell rang. I opened the door to be greeted by Helen's impish grin.    'Helen! What a surprise! Come in. Would you like a drink? Tea? Coffee? Or join me with a glass of wine?'    'I'm driving, but one glass of wine should be okay,' she smiled.    Helen was an ex-colleague of Sue's. They'd kept in touch even though Sue had moved on - although I hadn't...</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 20:50:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Office Loving</title>
      <description>Mary had been working for me for three weeks and she was driving me crazy. She's a petite little thing with a fantastic figure and full, mouth-watering tits. Since I had hired Mary as my secretary all I could think about was fucking her in that perfect little ass.  Maybe if Mary didn't wear those damn tight jeans that push right into the crack of her ass, I would have been okay, but as things stood, all I could think about was that ass.  Both sides of her chubby little lips were...</description>
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      <title>Filthy Compliance</title>
      <description>"You filthy little cunt"   You say and a small part of my mind considers whether I actually like being called a cunt or whether it's just the tone you're using to talk down to me. I say down because I'm actually on my knees below you, I'm following orders like a good little girl would. I'm tempted to defy you, it's my rebellious streak but I like the image of the good little girl and so do you.  "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" you ask me in a voice that intimidates me...</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 13:15:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Like A Whore</title>
      <description> Friday 10:16 PM   The first thing I noticed when I walked into the club was that the coat check girl was dressed in lingerie. After a quick double take, I noticed the poster on the wall.    "Dare to wear, night?" I muttered, reading the words as I realized what exactly they meant.    I then had to pay twice the normal cover charge since my clothing was apparently not "provocative" enough as per the night's theme. Had I known previously, I would have opted not to take on...</description>
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      <title>Like a Whore</title>
      <description>Friday 10:16 PM  The first thing I noticed when I walked into the club was that the coat check girl was dressed in lingerie. After a quick double take, I noticed the poster on the wall.   "Dare to wear, night?" I muttered, reading the words as I realized what exactly they meant.   I then had to pay twice the normal cover charge since my clothing was apparently not "provocative" enough as per the night's theme. Had I known previously, I would have opted not to take on the...</description>
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