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      <title>A Transcendent Experience</title>
      <description> Just writing this down is a problem. I never thought that choosing the right pronoun would lead me to endless inner debate. And I'm a college teacher! I should know these things. And I should have known better than to go down the path of temptation.    It was summer, two years ago. I was leading a six-week program for American college students in Italy. My wife was going to come over for</description>
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      <title>The Ultimate Doll, Chapter #3</title>
      <description>Lynn stood next to Master's Harley. She admired both the man and the machine, in her book, any man that can handle both a bike and her has to be exceptional.  Looking at her Master in depth for the first time, and noticing the details of his attire, she saw a gleam on his face that gave away the same feelings of lust and excitement that she was feeling. The crotch of his skin-tight leathers</description>
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      <title>The Ultimate Doll, Chapter #2</title>
      <description>Lynn 's shock at seeing the interior of the seemingly innocent looking barn was immediate and unmistakable.   "What have I gotten myself into, this time?" she thought to herself.   The walls and floor were carved out of large cobble stones, the ceiling was made of large hand- hewn beams and rough timbers, as it would have been done in the middle ages. Looking around the room, she saw item</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 02:13:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Ultimate Doll, Chapter 1</title>
      <description>  The add was deceptively simple.  &amp;quot;Female, blonde, blue eyes, tall and sexy. Owned by a loving husband and Master is now available for weekend use by those desiring a fully compliant, service-oriented slave with no limits, an unbelievable sexual appetite, and a huge pain tolerance.&amp;quot;   &amp;quot;Apply to this add with proof of your abilities and references that are checkable.&amp;quot;  She had no idea that</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2013 04:32:21 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Siti&amp;apos;s Stockings</title>
      <description>&amp;quot;Hi love, you look exhausted&amp;quot;, she said as I plonked myself on the edge of the bed. I let out a sigh of relief as she pinched the tops of my shoulders.    &amp;quot;Two hours of cadence training tonight, love&amp;quot;, I replied as we exchanged a gentle kiss.   &amp;quot;Cycling is certainly fun, but knackering too&amp;quot;, I added as I groaned gently with the sensual touch of her hands.   &amp;quot;Well, your wife has the perfect</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 15:45:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Surprise between Sasha's Thighs</title>
      <description>It was a sunny Friday afternoon as I sat at the dining room table of my apartment, behind my laptop with a bowl of dry  Cheerios  to my left and a glass of orange juice to my right, I typed away, working on my last paper of the week. You'd figure that after four years of college, I'd never want to write another paper again and you'd be right if the desire for a Master's degree hadn't called</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 12:12:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Transgender Latex Lust, Samantha&amp;apos;s Story</title>
      <description>Several years ago, I was asked by a major latex clothing designer, to model for her latex- wear catalog. I had done it once before, with my then girlfriend, Karen, so I had no reluctance to doing it again. This time, I again agreed to do it, as it was so much fun wearing all those hot, skin-tight outfits, especially under the blazing studio lights.  Teamed with me this time was Samantha, a</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 23:47:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>D`larosa</title>
      <description>   I&amp;apos;ve always been an ardent believer that a nudge can bring a person back on track, the only difference being that the most effective nudge usually emanates from someone totally oblivious to the effect they have had.    Sedgwick now believes in the existence of such powers, particularly since an incident that occurred in his life about a year ago.    The incident is based on a true event,</description>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 21:09:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Everyone Has A First Time, I Surely Did!</title>
      <description> Everyone has a first time, I certainly did.    I guess that I was about 16 or so; it was a wonderful summer off from school.    Being that I lived near the water, I tended to spend much of my free time at the beach. It was a very secluded, private beach that required a quarter mile walk through wet-lands on a dirt and gravel road. From the beach, all that could be seen was trees and water;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Apr 2013 02:42:35 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Friday Night Dream Come True</title>
      <description>It was Friday after work when I sat down at my computer to look at some porn and give myself some much needed relief, especially after the week I&amp;apos;d had. There was nothing like watching bukake and stroking my meat stick, and after about fifteen minutes of hard stroking I shot a monster load all over my hands.    Normally I would just grab the sock and wipe myself up, but for some reason I</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2013 18:41:05 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>It&amp;apos;s the Small Things That Count: Part 5</title>
      <description>The next morning started...interestingly, lets say. I felt my cock getting hard, which was unusual since I never had morning wood and especially not after last night. I slowly opened my eyes, wiped the sleep out of them and looked down to see Rachel with my cock in her mouth.   &amp;quot; Morning sleepy head, &amp;quot;  she giggled, taking my throbbing cock out of her mouth for a moment. &amp;quot;I was up early so</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 18:38:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Full Court Press</title>
      <description>Five years ago when Morgan was Matt, he was an all-state High School basketball player. Today Morgan had a fantasy, but it might be a little dangerous for her to try to pull it off. Morgan was really proud of how feminine she looked, and until she took her panties off, most people had no idea she&amp;apos;s been born male. It had always been a turn on for her to catch a guy she&amp;apos;d brought home by</description>
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      <title>Runaway Transgirl, Part 1: How I Ran Away</title>
      <description>There comes a point in your life when you make a decision that changes everything. Even though I was terrified, I was sick and tired of pretending to be someone I wasn&amp;apos;t. I had been wearing my twin sister&amp;apos;s clothes for years, and I had to be a girl.    Flash forward to the beginning of summer, a few months after my 16th birthday. I still liked to swipe my sister&amp;apos;s clothes, but I didn&amp;apos;t look</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Mar 2013 23:55:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>It&amp;apos;s the small things that count: Part 4</title>
      <description>A week has passed since getting together with Rachel. It was Friday morning, so I decided to call Carlos about last week.   &amp;quot;I think I should apologize to him,&amp;quot;  Rachel shyly remarked.   &amp;quot;I told you it&amp;apos;s cool I&amp;apos;ll handle this. But thanks honey.&amp;quot;   It took a while, as always, until Carlos answered his phone, but eventually he did.   &amp;quot;Yo Brian wassup, dude?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Hey man. I wanted to talk to you</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 19:09:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>It&amp;apos;s The Small Things That Count: Part 3</title>
      <description>The next morning I woke up very early. Actually, I don&amp;apos;t even know if I slept at all. I checked the time and it was six am. I can&amp;apos;t remember the last time I was up this early. I turned over and saw Rachel was still sleeping. She looked so innocent just like an angel.  I decided to get up, trying not to wake her. I really didn&amp;apos;t know what to do this early so I decided to do my workout now before</description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2013 17:58:50 GMT</pubDate>
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