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		<title>examination</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Examination   This sweet young thing enters a doctor&#8217;s office for her annual physical. The doctor has her disrobe and sit on the examining table. Right off he notices a rash all across her chest in the shape of an &#8220;H&#8221;. &#8220;How did that happen?&#8221; he asks. She says, &#8220;My boyfriend is a big [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Examination <br />  This sweet young thing enters a doctor&#8217;s office for<br /> her annual physical. The doctor has her disrobe and sit<br /> on the examining table. Right off he notices a rash all across<br /> her chest in the shape of an &#8220;H&#8221;. &#8220;How did<br /> that happen?&#8221; he asks. She says, &#8220;My boyfriend<br /> is a big football star at Harvard, and he won&#8217;t take<br /> off his letter sweater when we fool around.&#8221;  Strange, thinks the doctor, but to each his own. Some time<br /> later another sweet young thing enters the same doctor&#8217;s<br /> office for her annual physical. Same drill disrobe, and<br /> sit on the examining table. The doctor notices an almost<br /> identical rash on this girl&#8217;s chest, only this time,<br /> it&#8217;s in the shape of a &#8220;Y&#8221;. &#8220;How did<br /> you get this rash?&#8221; the doctor asks. The sweet young<br /> thing replies, &#8220;Oh, my boyfriend is a letter man at<br /> Yale, and he won&#8217;t take his sweater off when we fool<br /> around.&#8221; &#8220;Oh&#8221; says the doctor. </p>
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		<title>EUREKA</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 11:05:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We finally take a weekend off and go to a semi resort town not too far away. Were both happy with a weekend off from work and excited to look around the town and see what it has to offer. We enter town and start looking for a motel. I want one with a Jacuzzi [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We finally take a weekend off and go to a semi resort town<br /> not too far away. Were both happy with a weekend off from<br /> work and excited to look around the town and see what it has<br /> to offer. We enter town and start looking for a motel. I want<br /> one with a Jacuzzi so we start narrowing them down. Finally<br /> we just stop and get one. The manager seemed to instinctively<br /> know what we wanted and needed. He helped us check in and<br /> even helped us to the room and with the suitcase. It was a<br /> nice room with a big Jacuzzi, bed, perfect.  She is surprised<br /> that I have brought her vibrators, and  Oh no , a video camera.<br />  We get around and decide we dont need to eat till later.<br /> Hmmm. Maybe we need to fire up the Jacuzzi. Shes a little<br /> shy  but  slides into the  hot water. Still cant figure out<br /> why some women, your wives, act shy about getting naked<br /> in front of you. I crawl into the hot water, and am pretty<br /> proud of my dick as he hasnt retreated for any reason.  The<br /> hot water and a little wine sends the erotic temp up about<br /> 100 degrees.  She slides my way and she is as slick as I am hard.<br /> What a cool invention, the Jacuzzi. We both last about 15<br /> seconds  in the tub and enjoy about  5 minutes of aftermath<br /> in hot bubbling ecstasy.<br />    My mind finally comes back online and I remember the plan<br /> She has emerged from the tub with a  grin.<br />  I bring her a glass of wine and  put a towel over her to stop<br /> any chill. All she does is smile and moan yea baby. I ask her<br /> if she is ready for some entertainment and she  says hell<br /> yeah.  I say Ok . I put one the towels across her eyes and she<br /> doesnt know about that but doesnt say much.  I take some<br /> soft cords, mostly for effect, and make her think she is<br /> tied to the bed. Then I ask her if there is anyone  she would<br /> like to see her naked.  She of  course wont  say.  I have the<br /> heat turned up in the room. I ask again, and  its all for fun,<br /> who would you like to see  you naked?  She takes the bait and<br /> says the hotel guy. And  I say , how do you think he would look<br /> like  to see you ? What do you think he would look like?  She<br /> starts moving around a little, almost fidgeting, and says<br /> I dont  know maybe he would  a little heavy but maybe he would<br /> have a thick cock. She says you know not a great big one just<br /> a thick one with a lot of dark hair  all around it.. You know,<br /> something that would make me feel full but not stuffed!<br /> Well Ive already talked to the manager and he is off work<br /> and eager to come to our room if we want him to.  I call down<br /> and ask for some more towels(!!!) and things are happening.<br /> In a minute , there is a knock at the door. Its him, and I ask<br /> him to come in as the wife has a heart attack as she is laying<br /> there naked on the bed!. He asks if everything is ok and I<br /> say yes, but I ask his opinion if this is not a very attractive<br /> woman. He nearly stutters saying yes, yes, oh hell yes..<br /> I tell him that she was attracted to him was the only reason<br /> he saw her and it required a payment in kind. He looked at<br /> me real funny. I told him she would like to see him as he saw<br /> her.  Ok that was just my doins but what the hell. Anyhow I<br /> had him go into the bathroom and remove his clothes while<br /> I untied my wife and led her to a chair keeping her eyes covered.<br />  He came out of the loo and  I had him stand in front of wife while<br /> I covered his eyes, hell he went along with it, and then uncovered<br /> her eyes. It was something to see the light in her eyes as<br /> she looked this strange man over. He wasnt any bodybuilder<br /> as most of us arent But he was new, different, and exciting.</p>
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		<title>En una fiesta con Kylie</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 16:59:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[La fiesta era un poco aburrida, pero siempre hace ilusin codearse con el famoseo. All estaba Kylie sonriendo y saludando a todo el mundo. Y yo sin poder dejar de mirarla recordando las veces que he escrito su nombre en Google para ver fotografas suyas mientras acaricio mi entrepierna.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>La fiesta era un poco aburrida, pero siempre hace ilusin<br /> codearse con el famoseo. All estaba Kylie sonriendo y<br /> saludando a todo el mundo. Y yo sin poder dejar de mirarla<br /> recordando las veces que he escrito su nombre en Google<br /> para ver fotografas suyas mientras acaricio mi entrepierna.</p>
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		<title>el peluquero</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 23:04:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Un hombre se mete a una peluquera y pregunta: Cunto tiempo le falta para que me pueda hacer un corte de pelo? El peluquero mira alrededor y le dice: Pues como dos horas. Y el hombre se va. Unos das despus, el mismo hombre vuelve a la peluquera y desde la puerta le pregunta al [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Un hombre se mete a una peluquera y pregunta: Cunto<br /> tiempo le falta para que me pueda hacer un corte de pelo?<br /> El peluquero mira alrededor y le dice: Pues como dos horas.<br /> Y el hombre se va. Unos das despus, el mismo hombre vuelve<br /> a la peluquera y desde la puerta le pregunta al peluquero:<br /> Oiga cunto tiempo le falta para que me pueda hacer un<br /> corte de pelo? El peluquero mira alrededor de la peluquera<br /> y dice: Pues como tres horas. Y el hombre se va. Una semana<br /> despus, el mismo hombre vuelve a la peluquera y desde<br /> la puerta le pregunta al peluquero: Cunto tiempo le<br /> falta para que me pueda hacer un corte de pelo? El peluquero<br /> mira alrededor de la peluquera y dice: Como hora y media.<br /> Y el hombre se va. El peluquero mira a un amigo que est en<br /> la peluquera y le dice: Oye, Chancho, por favor sigue<br /> a ese tipo y fjate a dnde va. Siempre viene, pregunta en<br /> cunto tiempo le puedo hacer un corte de pelo, pero despus<br /> nunca regresa. Al rato Chencho vuelve a la peluquera<br /> rindose. El peluquero le pregunta: A dnde fue el hombre?<br /> Chancho, con lgrimas en los ojos de tanto rerse, le contesta:<br /> Pues a tu casa, pend%&#038;ejo!</p>
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		<title>3 blonde chicks and me!!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 05:08:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had a female friend Lynn who was cute 26 but was in another relationship. So was I. we were good friends and I used to turn to her  for female related advice. One night I had a fight with my  girlfriend. So I called Lynn up and wanted to go out for [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a female friend Lynn who was cute 26 but was in another<br /> relationship. So was I. we were good friends and I used to turn to her<br />  for female related advice. One night I had a fight with my <br /> girlfriend. So I called Lynn up and wanted to go out for drinks. we <br /> went to a nightclub where we knew the owners and they were buying us <br /> drinks all night. We were getting pretty pissed. the owners were <br /> related to Lynns boyfriend but did that stop her? No. </p>
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		<title>*************What does ur name say abt U****************</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 11:09:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What you do is find out what each letter of your name means. Then connect all the meanings and it describes YOU. (Its TRUE !!) (Is&#8217;nt it GREAT !!) If you have double or triple letters, just count the meaning once.   So here u can check&#8230;   A You can be very [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What you do is find out what each letter of your name means.<br /> Then connect all the meanings and it describes YOU. (Its<br /> TRUE !!) (Is&#8217;nt it GREAT !!) If you have double or triple<br /> letters, just count the meaning once. <br />  So here u can check&#8230; <br />  A You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.<br /> <a href="http://www.mystoriesblog.com/what-does-ur-name-say-abt-u#more-504" class="more-link">(more&#8230;)</a></p>
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		<title>&#8220;Another Piece of Chicken&#8230;&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:07:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Another Piece of Chicken&#8230;&#8221; 
 
  I need another piece of chicken, please,   I said   to no one in particular   when out of no   where   my freezer opened and flung at me   another piece of chicken. 
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<p>  I need another piece of chicken, please, <br />  I said <br />  to no one in particular <br />  when out of no <br />  where <br />  my freezer opened and flung at me <br />  another piece of chicken. </p>
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		<title>YOUR SOUL MATE</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:04:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Turn in your Bible to Psalm 65:4 (the New King James Bible). It says, &#8220;Blessed is the man you choose and causes to approach you. That he may dwell in your courts and shall be satisfied with the goodness of your house&#8221;
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Turn in your Bible to Psalm 65:4 (the New King James Bible).<br /> It says, &#8220;Blessed is the man you choose and causes<br /> to approach you. That he may dwell in your courts and shall<br /> be satisfied with the goodness of your house&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Young man&#8217;s first gay time!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 05:08:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was 13. Dave was 14. He was the son of a guy that worked for my Dad. He had 9 brothers, and they lived on the beach in Connecticut. He was a good friend since we were small, and as I grew, I found him to be really HOT! (I figured out that I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was 13. Dave was 14. He was the son of a guy that worked for<br /> my Dad. He had 9 brothers, and they lived on the beach in Connecticut.<br /> He was a good friend since we were small, and as I grew, I found<br /> him to be really HOT! (I figured out that I was gay ssome time<br /> before). Dave was about 6 feet tall, blonde, and on the muscular<br /> side for his age. I adored him.</p>
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		<title>You know who you are (Part 1)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 11:05:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Disclaimer: This story deals with the subject of spanking, specifically adult male spanking adult female. It may also deal with sex in that context. May, as the story is not written yet. Those who are bent this way (no pun intended) will recognise the fantasy. For those of you who are easily or deeply offended [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Disclaimer: This story deals with the subject of spanking,<br /> specifically adult male spanking adult female. It may<br /> also deal with sex in that context. May, as the story is not<br /> written yet. Those who are bent this way (no pun intended)<br /> will recognise the fantasy. For those of you who are easily<br /> or deeply offended at written images of playful fantasy<br /> that might suggest nonconsensual female subjugation<br /> or the horror of domestic violence, you&#8217;re far better<br /> to find another story with which to whet your prurient interests.</p>
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