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      <title>Taking Her to New Heights</title>
      <description> We had missed each other so much, my lover and me. It seemed like forever since we were last together. It seemed like it but it had been a matter of days.   Ours is an exciting relationship, a wonderful combination of loving tenderness filled with raw, passionate sexuality. Soon she will be walking into our hotel room, reserved once again for the day. And there she is, as beautiful as I've</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 22:04:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Your Reward: Part 3</title>
      <description> After a long weekend, thinking about our previous encounter, I wonder if you will return to class ashamed, return to your shy state, come in bolder than ever?   I prepare today&amp;apos;s lesson. We have moved away from the classic poets and are going to focus on 20th Century Women poets. I have a week of assigning Plath and Sexton and Olds in my plan. I think to myself how ironic it is that I</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 14:18:10 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Ms Hayden learns some Manners</title>
      <description> Jack reluctantly shuffled back into class, mentally preparing himself for another day of being bedeviled by his teacher. He was unlucky enough to have landed the most notorious teacher in school, Ms Hayden. She was a sadistic vacuum of pure cruelty, and seemed to enjoy humiliating him in front of the class.   Jack had spoken to the Principal on the matter, but there was one significant</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 05:02:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>An Encounter Backstage</title>
      <description>This story concerns a young theater volunteer whom I will call Shawna. I had been told that she had developed a serious crush on me that started the night I rode up to tryouts on my Harley. I had done nothing to encourage it, I talked and joked with her as I did with all the cast and crew, but showed her no special treatment. By her looks, speech and dress I guessed her at maybe 18, I was in</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2013 04:16:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Coach</title>
      <description>You&amp;apos;re not sure why you&amp;apos;ve been called to Coach&amp;apos;s office. You recently celebrated your 18th birthday and are on the cheer leading squad. There&amp;apos;s a game tonight but you&amp;apos;re not the captain of the squad and usually Coach is preoccupied getting ready for the game. Tonight is a critical game too; your opponent is your school&amp;apos;s long time rival and a win means playoffs, while a loss...well it&amp;apos;s</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 00:53:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Adventures of Marie and Nick</title>
      <description>I sit down at the table, waiting for something interesting to happen. My parents were out of town for the weekend, and Jessica was about to leave on a week-long vacation with her boyfriend. I was gonna be home alone. Being a good little Christian, I am still a virgin. Of course, I&amp;apos;m only 17. But that didn&amp;apos;t stop my sister. I&amp;apos;ve read her diary. Simply put, she&amp;apos;s a whore. She lost her</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 21:40:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Film The Next Scene</title>
      <description>Holly stood on the fringe of the film set eagerly awaiting the next scene, her favourite erotic screen actors were due to arrive on location at any minute. Excitement fizzled deep inside her. Just about everyone at the studio had been raving on about  Venus  and  The Volcano  for weeks now. This was the last day of filming, after which the reel would go into full production.   On set, the</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 13:12:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Wait...What?</title>
      <description>I hesitated for just a second before opening the door and entering the bar. I was in town for business and had come here many times for lunch. This was the place to be for the view and the beer. Every table was packed and the bevy of wait staff busy attending to all the tables. There wasn't one empty in the place, it was jammed. Classic rock was playing in the background and some</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 15:40:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>My Little Temptation</title>
      <description>There she goes again. Now I know she is doing it deliberately. She has been sent here from the devil himself just to tempt me. Why else would my wife's 18 year old sister be doing cartwheels in front of the sliding glass door to my office, in a bikini no less?   She graduated high school last week and her parents offered to send her wherever she wanted to go and she chose to come stay with</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 02:53:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>She Needs to be Disciplined</title>
      <description>I glance yet again at my wrist and it's just past nine. I've been anxiously pacing the floor for twenty minutes.   "Damn!" I say to myself, "I told her 8:30."   I'm not angry, just extremely disappointed. I may not see her again for weeks and we have but four hours to spend.now it&amp;apos;s hardly even three. The time we have to spend together is few and far between as it is; I hate wasting even</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 05:31:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Your Reward: Part 1</title>
      <description>You have been in my &amp;quot;Intro To Poetry&amp;quot; class as a college freshman for about four weeks. You are quiet, sit near the back, dress conservatively. Lately, you&amp;apos;ve had thoughts about me, your professor, but never dreamed I might be looking at you in the same way.    At first, I didn&amp;apos;t notice you, but over time you caught my eye. I assign a poem each night. And each student is to write a</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 00:21:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>making the grade</title>
      <description>Please leave feedback and ideas    All people mentioned in this story are above the age of eighteen.   As the school bell rang at three pm, dismissing the school for the day, the students surrounding me raced to the doors to see who would be the first one to escape. I collected my schoolbooks and started out with the rest when Miss Tisley, my math teacher, called me to stay back.   "Now, Cara,</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 02:59:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Kathleen Part 1: The Replacement Dad</title>
      <description> When Brian was about 35 years old, his best friend and his best friend's wife both had a tragic accident in which they lost their lives. Charles and Charlotte had a young daughter named Kathleen. Both of them being only children themselves, they had no living family that would be able to finish raising Kathleen who was 16 at the time of their death. Brian was more than a little surprised to</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 06:53:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>I Saw them Watching Me - Continued</title>
      <description>I woke from a wonderful nap after that wonderful encounter. When I returned downstairs, the girls were watching tv. When they saw me, they looked a little awkward. I acted as if everything was normal. I asked if they were ok, or needed anything. They said they were doing fine.   My stepdaughter asked, &amp;quot;How are you feeling now, daddy?&amp;quot;   I said, &amp;quot;I&amp;apos;m feeling strangely fantastic, thank you</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 20:08:27 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Inner Slut, Fuck Her Please</title>
      <description>I&amp;apos;ve been married for about eight years to a great man. He is everything a girl wants from a man. He is strong, loving, hard working, smart, and treats me like a princess. He does this in almost every way possible. We hardly ever have sex. He only ever wants me three times a year, his birthday, my birthday, and our anniversary.    He wasn&amp;apos;t like this before we got married, we had sex all</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:45:39 GMT</pubDate>
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