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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 08:30:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I am Currently Having an Affair</title>
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  <description>it all started with a casual conversation...Gem had smiled at me when we talked, in that bar where she is the owner. Little did I know she was already eyeing me while I downed my booze sang the karaoke, my long hair going here and there. I didn&apos;t even know she was the proprietress but she has that really exquisite figure for a 32 year old and a skin like porcelain gold. I asked for number and she readily gave it. I sent her an sms, we had a lively exchange, and we finally agreed to meet someplace else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her closeness to me, her deep gazes into my eyes, magnetized me. How could I not pop the question of her and me spending the night together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I closed the door her kisses seared my resistance, melted my control and embarassment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 01:14:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Not So Final Fantasies II</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to add up to the post that I have written earlier, since I admit, that one was very scanty with detail. That has surely come from those gorgeous receptionists that we usually see in hotels and even motels, however, it is funny that I don&apos;t feel any attraction for them while being there for the simple reason that my full attention was centered on the woman that was with me at the time and my cock would already be throbbing in my pants knowing that she would allow me to cum where I want to, provided that we could share a lot of fun before the hours ends for the room. It robs the excitement I could have had I come into the lobby alone and ogling those receptionists but I&apos;d love to fantasize about them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pretty hot concierges with their tight silk pants or thigh hugging skirts would deserve the best fantasies from me, while they smile at me and really offer me 101 delights in full view of the public. I&amp;nbsp;would really rub my crotch on their round bottoms and say yeah yeah, really want me to fuck you? And then hearing why sir, we are here to please you all the way. Well, my cock&apos;s really hardening now thinking that she would voluntarily pull her pants and undies down, my released cock touching that hot smooth ass skin and feeling that wet throbbing pussy just waiting for me, wanting me for just being a customer of that establishment. Ooh yeah, love to masturbate myself while thinking that her partner has started to suck my cock and complimenting, nice cock you have sir, ooh, love that in my mouth yeah. She&apos;s making it wet for my entry into that tall gorgeous woman already urging her colleague to hurry up and salivate on my cock so that she could get it all into so deep in her hot cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost came in that woman&apos;s mouth, it shaking with excitement, when I penetrate the receptionist from behind and I began the rhythm of fucking her a bit roughly with all those people looking and envying my luck. I really fuck her so deep and she&apos;s like so wanting it and her boobs were already out of her blouse and bra, and I was squeezing them and exchanging saliva with her tongue in my mouth while our moans were filling the lobby damn. Her companion has already shorn her pants and I feel her pubes behind my ass as she joined our locomotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to her and put her ass towards me then I enter her too, and wow, she&apos;s noisier than her counterpart and my hands just keep on caressing every inch of her waist, thighs, butt, and boots while her partner urges her to enjoy their customer with the stiff big cock. So hot was her womanhood I was crazy with pleasure, my cock juice slow moistening my shaft as I masturbate on this fantasy yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the pleasure is so good but I want to blow into the first employee and blast all that hot cum in her willing pussy, damn I&apos;m gonna blow oh heavenly body oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So much sperm in her cunt oh so dripping many!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More to come...&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 00:54:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: And the Apple Goes To</title>
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Oh, that has to be my physics teacher, because he almost made me want to take up engineering with his precise and concise teaching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 15:22:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Not so Final Fantasies 1</title>
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  <description>I have gotten turned on by this fantasy while I was whiling my time doing nothing but do something with my manhood, lol. I dreamed of entering this hotel lobby and going up to this reception desk manned by two gorgeous women. They&apos;re wearing blue formal suits but heck, how body-hugging they are, and they ask me what can they do for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tell them that I want to have a room, and they say, well, we can do that and more. To welcome me to this hotel, they&apos;d do what I want. O f course I felt blustered by the proposition, but one of the gorgeous women beckons me to come in the reception booth. I get in, and she unbuttons her pants and pulls it down, panties and all, and offers me to take her there and then. Despite the shame I feel for the people who would witness this spectacle in the lobby, my lust gives in to the bountiful beauty in front of me, and the raging erection that wants to plunge itself into her waiting pussy. Come on, she says, I&apos;m hot for you, we&apos;re at your service, enjoy me, enjoy my body here and now! Her companion giggles and opens her blouse to show her hardening tits and plays with her crotch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take her, grabbing her boobs, sliding in and out of her, while other customers watched. She moans so loudly and her nethermouth clamped on my cock real sweet and tight, my selfishness was about to burst. I came inside her as she shouted her ecstasy. I spasmed as I ejected gobbets of come in her hot bod. But it was far from over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 10:06:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Prying Eyes</title>
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Not yet, although I am content reading the sexcapades so generously shared here, lol.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:03:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Conversion Rate</title>
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I ALREADY HAVE...THE ONE I LEFT HAS TOO MUCH COMMERCIALISM.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 10:50:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>One Night Stand</title>
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  <description>I had this chick who got us both drunk in a bar. Man, was she so horny, everytime she kiss me wetly on the cheeks and ears, I feel electrified all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a sure fuck, which made me all the harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in a motel, spontaneous undressing followed and hot organ grinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to oral. Thrives on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined her behind and over her. She made me powerful either way but still she had my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let me cum inside and let me sleep too.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 11:07:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Things You Don&apos;t Want to Know</title>
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Depends on the gravity of the cheating. If it is just simple flirtation, maybe I&apos;ll just let him or her get away with it, and whoever they&apos;re shagging is really hot, even I would not able to resist. However, if I sense that the guy or gal has no more love for their actual partner and the cheated one is really just duped, lies, resources, and possessions and all, my, I have to help in bringing an end to that treachery.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 16:28:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: What Next?</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there&apos;s a great light that will bring us to the place where everybody is topless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 14:40:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Not Allowed Entry</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&quot;storycontent&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;There was this one night when I was so horny during the day but because I was tired from work, I just plumped on the bed and immediately dozed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Probably after a few hours into the night I felt her soft, warm skin beside me, and without opening my eyes and the lights were turned off and only moonlight shun through the windows, I moved on top of her, and started kissing her lips hard and groped her boobs under her shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Since I was wearing only my boxers I just pulled down the garter and directed my already erect cock to her pussy. I knew she was naked because she wasn&amp;rsquo;t wearing her usual shorts. I was now trying to sink my cock in her pussy but it seems my advances had not aroused her sleeping body so her cunt was as dry as the Sahara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;I was trying to enter her and to no avail. I thought my, she&amp;rsquo;s as tight as a virgin. I tried to push harder, and when my cock already hurt from trying, my desire waned and just rolled from above her and just slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;When I woke up she was smiling at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;storycontent&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;She told me that I did not have the presence of mind to take off her underwear last night. She told me she just let me do my thing, thinking I would take it off but when I just poked her, she was just laughing. I thought it was not funny but hey, things like this don&amp;rsquo;t happen everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 07:47:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I DON&apos;T FEEL DESIRE FOR MY WIFE ANYMORE</title>
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  <description>For a sexual adventurer like myself, I feel sad when it&apos;s getting harder and harder for me to feel desire for my wife now that she&apos;s getting plumper and plumper and then there are a lot of sexy and slim ladies around. Am I being punished for being a such a good lover when we were younger? I still have a lot of good mojo in store within me and my wife doesn&apos;t listen when I ask her to slim down or have a diet. Don&apos;t get me wrong, I won&apos;t leave HER, ever. It&apos;s just that I have to get my kicks from other girls and it is HURTING ME. If someone can lend a word of advice in this my situation, it&apos;ll be very appreciated.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 13:23:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It is a Man&apos;s Duty to Sustain Sex in Bed...</title>
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  <description>Almost all relationships reach a plateau stage where desire ebbs and the itch to find another squeeze becomes unbearable, and men get condemned for philandering or mollyboying. There are better ways to keep the desire alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch porn and get all worked up then go home to her. Catch her when she&apos;s asleep and in her nightie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came four times, and was already pressing me tighter so I could come. I blasted my sperm on her pubes. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she&apos;s happy, I&apos;m happy, the relationship goes on.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 10:42:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Multiple Orgasmaker</title>
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  <description>I felt she had no underwear. So tired after work, I just ignored the intention behind the sumptuous dinner, the low slung night dress, the attempt at before bed conversation. I apologized, and dozed. I felt her, accidentally pulling up that sheer nightie and brushed her pubic hair. My cock got bolt upright. Something primal surged in me. Licking her quickly to prime my fucking, I spread her legs despite her protests at drowsiness and mounted my beautiful bitch. Once I got a rhythm, I pumped her with hot pointed flesh. Hitting her g-spot, she spasmed as fleshure electrocuted her whole body. I won&apos;t stop, and she suffered me sweetly, again and again. I groaned as I let out my juice on her.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 14:42:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sexing with Words</title>
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  <description>I miss you. I miss kissing you, licking you, sucking at your nipples, mashing your breasts, rubbing my hard cock against your tight, small ass. I miss hearing you moan as you feel me, wanting me to fuck you long and hard. I miss pulling down your small, silky soft panties and slowly exposing your soft pubic hair. And seeing again your vertical slit, the source of my pleasure and the destination of my sperm. I want to fuck you. Fuck you so rhythmically you&apos;ll feel the rise of your orgasm through your whole body. &amp;nbsp;I don&apos;t come easy, because I want to feel my cock in your pussy, and as you come, your pussy tightens around my hard cock and it becomes hot and wet all over again. Make me fuck you, like a princess, like a queen, like a horny chick that you really are when your parents, your boyfriend, or your friends are not watching.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 08:11:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Denying the Dream</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Dreams can be omens, but I would not allow that of me. I had been watching a lot of porn before, so it came as no surprise that I dreamt of pornstars of all races parade and spread their legs out to me and daring me to fuck them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did just that, in my dream anyway. But came out short. Literally, in dreamland. My dick just always slipped out whenever I thrust in, and all I got were mockery from these hottie porn chicks I had jerked off on so many times before. And I got really pissed off with this dream that I forced myself to wake up. To the girl beside me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls look very luscious when you enter them asleep. Just the opposite, my cock was more than enough for her, and I brushed my hothead at her slit just to prime her to be wet. After a few, she’s ready and I fucked her good. I came. And fell back to sleep. And she was beautiful. Satisfied, she made me a good breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 00:08:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Two Girls in One Dream!</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;First I dreamed of a girl, one of our officemates, who accompanied me to some kinda brothel massage parlor, and since she was so much cuter there than in person, I was perfectly awed of her being in my dream. We constantly cuddled each other and almost did her there on the marble floor of the place if not for the sensation of being watched. Suddenly I flashed my wedding ring, ha! The sensation of flying and looking for a motel was also delicious, with her in my arms like some kind of casanova Lestat. It has been a long time since I dreamt of flying, and with a petite hot chick no less. She was my coach in the office.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next one was truly mindblowing, for she gave me a good blowjob. I almost came and I believe had I not pulled it out I would’ve came in her mouth, which would actually be in my underwear. She was petite too, a peer of mine. And she was voracious, kneeling there and just putting my hardness in her juicy mouth. Where? In my former high school for boys. Boys in school uniform where trying to get in the room where we snuck in, with me trying to keep it shut. I fucked her on the floor. I masturbated in front of her face, then the dream faded and woke up, with my lover beside me, sound asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 09:01:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>She Understood</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw her, lying on the couch…full of fullness and life and sensuality. She caught my eyes, and beckoned to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I raised her skirt, white legs so enticing. Had to fulfill this hardness, I said. I just put aside her soft panties and entered her, panting on top of her as I smelled her sweet hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed her hot pussy real good, she was holding me tight oh so good. I came on her. Poured it all on her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She understood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 07:15:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Got to enter her despite time crunch...</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;There were a lot of people in the house. It&apos;s not even late evening. But I was going to work and I needed to let her feel loved. I dragged her to a vacant bedroom, and without closing the door, I pulled down her panties and mounted her, and fucked her for just a few minutes. Still, it dazed her to feel me. Mission accomplished, coming on her tummy while she stifled so hard her orgasmic moans. I got up just in time to meet someone walking down our corridor. Ciao.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 07:07:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Caring</title>
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I&amp;nbsp;care most of all for my wife, my long time girlfriend, and my bestfriend. She was there when I was down and now it&apos;s my turn to return the favor, gladly.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 09:57:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: The Bad Habit</title>
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Masturbation...it stimulates my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 13:23:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Couplings in the Dark</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was sleepy. The night’s excesses and licentiousness has taken a toll on my muscles. After unloading with a loud groan, I fell asleep beside her body that always hungered for conquest. I was not really sure that was how a woman’s body was designed for but the way she snuggled and rubbed her softness against me after a while after being pounded into crying submission only made me grow fonder for her and smile at my strength to fulfill her need: the need to be ridden by a heavy body like mine, with a handsome, thoroughly male face to boot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I have said, I was sleepy, but like a programmed robot stiffened by winter chill, I parted her legs, felt my hardened prong brush by her smooth leg, and this ensued a sound almost like fear from her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mounted her, big time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rode her, slamming into her without feeling anything except heat, a heat contrasting from the cold air of the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I heard nothing save the far away urgency of her cries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till the pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her nails burying themselves on my arms, shoulders, back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She came four times before I splurged my white blood on her belly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to oblivion I went, and she held me tight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 12:51:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: My Userpics</title>
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You don&apos;t want to know, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 14:04:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Irksome Films</title>
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I has to be those Pulp Fiction violence for art sake flicks. I don&apos;t know, Quentin has to clean his act up, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 10:39:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Quick Shower</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was soaping me good, the sensation of her beautiful hands got me hard and ready, as also the expection that I would enter her beautiful pussy, all wet and soaped as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She put my hard member in her mouth, in sharp contrast with the cold water of the shower. It was hot and delicious when she took me in deep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to come immediately, so I asked her to bend over and I took her from behind. I didn’t take long, the pleasure immense. I came on her white cute ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 13:33:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I Want to be In Control</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;My girl invited me again, or verbally it was I, for I know she was waiting  for it anyway, with her looks and the way she grabbed my ass as we passed each  other in the office. Darn, everytime I look at her lips I see my cock lathered  by her saliva. She just loves it. I never met a girl like her before.  Interesting times we are in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After work I was surprised to be informed it was her birthday, secretive was  she about her. We celebrated in a trendy bar, and I controlled my alcohol  intake. Some of her friends flirted with me. This made my lady lover frown a bit  but I did not mind, reacting to it would only encourage her to be too possessive  and jealous everytime I would talk to a chick, and I am planning to fuck as many  girls as I can in this lifetime, I can’t get enough, you can say that. Women  need me, and I need them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I fucked her doggy style, while we showered together. I had her bending in  front of the lavatory and mirror, and I just love her looking at me while I was  ramming her soft ass. She came, shouting and her voice echoing in the bathroom.  Sexy, hot, and enticing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But she gotta have what she came here with me for. I just shot two, because  she did not force me to come some more. I tired her already in the  bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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