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      <title>I Meet Diane</title>
      <description>Time passed in a procession of daydreams and fantasies. I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to get that call, when late in the afternoon my phone rang!    &amp;quot;Hello, is that my train companion?&amp;quot; a voice asked.   My mouth went dry but I managed to stay cool and replied, &amp;quot;Yes it is, if that&amp;apos;s my coat wearing lover?&amp;quot;   She just gave a short throaty laugh and confirmed it was her.   &amp;quot;What</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Apr 2013 14:52:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Perfect Strangers</title>
      <description>After seeing a photo of Sharleen on a network channel, Jay could not get her out of his mind. She was beautiful. He was a lover of good women and saw them as pieces of art. She was the best; nice composition with a lovely facial angle. He loved her radiant smile. Ted so much wanted to meet her in person. All he had to do was make contact; he knew he had to make the first move.   One night</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 06:19:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Frankie Comes Home</title>
      <description> *Author&amp;apos;s Note: This is a follow-up to  Frankie &amp;amp; Mrs. Young . If you have not read that, please use the link at the bottom of the page and read it first as much of the needed background for this story is in that one. For those who have read it, please enjoy the continuing journey of a young man who is near a dear to my heart (even if he is a fictional character.)   ~NW~   Frankie stood on</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 17:27:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>My Secret Nightlife</title>
      <description>I was excited as always, and had prepared my purse already this morning. I filled up my small bottle of baby-oil, which was my favorite lubricant. I went through my closet to decide which clothes I should be wearing and laid them out on my bed.   Sifting through my sexy outfits, I chose a black, silky one with pink lace-frills along the seam and the low-cut neckline. I then checked in the</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 20:20:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Last Client</title>
      <description>Leroy pulled into the driveway and parked the van. He checked the address again to make sure he was at the right place. Walking to the back of the van he took out the portable table and a robe. He then walked to the door and rang the doorbell.   &amp;quot;Come in it&amp;apos;s unlocked.&amp;quot;   Leroy opened the door, carrying his table and the robe. He quickly saw his client in front of him sitting in a</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 16:02:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Room Service</title>
      <description>Louise was in a hurry to get to the hotel. It was noon rush hour and the traffic was becoming unbearable, even though she was not the one driving. Her chauffer was wise to her ways, although he never let anyone in on her secret. Louise was a very attractive older woman. She was 47 but didn&amp;apos;t look a day over 35. The limo finally pulled up to the hotel entrance and she got out in a hurry so</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 22:55:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Fruits of Lust</title>
      <description>If there's anything worse than being young, it's being young and jobless. If sex was the lingo of freedom in the 60&amp;apos;s, now it&amp;apos;s definitely money.   After high school, it was obvious that I wasn&amp;apos;t CEO material waiting to take over Wall Street. What I did have though, was a diploma and an undying passion for photography. I was far from being a paparazzi buzzing around celebrities at</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 11:42:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>OMG, I Fucked My Best friend&amp;apos;s Dad</title>
      <description>It was early June. Crystal, my best friend, graduated from college a few days ago. We were 21 and best friends since we were ten. Everyone was throwing a graduation party for Crystal on Friday. I was so proud of Crystal. She called me up the night before, and asked if I could ride with her dad to the party. Her dad&amp;apos;s name was Mr. Hopson and he was like a second dad to me. Crystal told me he</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 05:07:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Secretary Seduced Me</title>
      <description>I was always taught never to have an affair with employee. I had read stories all about these bosses having sex with the young ladies that work with them. I figured most of this was pure fantasy, and no one would ever do something that dumb. Never say never.   Patricia had worked for me for almost two years. A very attractive woman in her late forties, who took great pride in her appearance,</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 18:41:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Bringing Back the Fire - Part 3</title>
      <description>In the morning after showering, dressing and catching up on Lush happenings, I was ready to start my day. I was to meet Trevor out front and we would spend the day traveling to a work site some hours away where we would continue his project. Gathering my things, I first gave Cheryl a good-bye kiss as I always do, waking her in the process. She wished me a good day and I did the same.   As I</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 17:29:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Bringing Back the Fire - Part 2</title>
      <description>Mixed feelings ran through me as our hotel room closed behind her. Although I had just received a truly great and satisfying blow job (from which I was still recovering), there was still a lingering bitterness. Cheryl had just walked out the door for the sole purpose of giving away what she had so long denied me, her husband whom she repeatedly professed to love so much, yet refused to have</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 13:52:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Bringing Back the Fire - Part 1</title>
      <description>In my particular line of job as a consultant, I work with a different client each week. A few times each year, jobs will extend to two weeks. I just recently finished one of those. Almost all of my jobs take me out of town and I usually travel alone. Now and then, my wife accompanies me, usually when I am able to drive to a large city or when I&amp;apos;m going to somewhere she has never seen. Two</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 13:48:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Trip to San Diego</title>
      <description>My wife and I were spending a winter down at Yuma, AZ at our friends&amp;apos; place. They had their motor home parked in their front yard and we stayed in it. It was very comfortable and saved us lots of money not having to rent a place.   Even though we were getting older my wife had taken care of herself and had a great body; a nice set of 36 D breasts and a cute little ass, compared to my</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 05:48:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Hooters Judge</title>
      <description>It was day nine and this crazy trial was still occupying my life. Between the days in court and the nights bouncing between Cassandra (the juror) and Kathleen (the prior Judge) it seemed like I couldn't escape from Delores Del Rio (the victim) and her own escapades. Hell, anyone could have done her in. She was a bigger player than I was.   I wondered why I hadn't bumped into her somewhere.</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 02:37:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Answering Machine</title>
      <description>Ring. Ring. Ring.   Hi. You&amp;apos;ve reached me and you know what to do after the beep. So do it.   Hi baby. It&amp;apos;s me. Well, I&amp;apos;m sitting here alone in the dark.    Mike called about 2AM and said some bullshit thing about his car conking out. A brand new Jag?? Come on. He went to Manhattan for a meeting with his friends, so I&amp;apos;m sure they had &amp;apos;entertainment&amp;apos;.  He&amp;apos;s probably fucking that Vicky girl</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:14:46 GMT</pubDate>
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