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	<title>Risky Thoughts &#187; 2006 &#187; October</title>
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		<title>Cold Outside</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/31/cold-outside-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 20:24:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Hana burst through the door, shaking snow from her long, reddish-brown
hair.  Her creamy skin was flushed pink from the cold, and she was
bundled up in so many layers that Shep couldn&#8217;t even see her body. 
&#8220;It&#8217;s freezing out there!&#8221; Hana exclaimed, pulling off scarves, gloves,
boots, her jacket, and two sweaters.  &#8220;It never got this cold in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Aftershocks</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/30/aftershocks/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 15:37:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Maribel was lying in Jeremy&#8217;s arms, her soft black hair spread out
against his chest, her light brown fingers skimming up and down his
arms.  She could hear his heart beating and feel his cum slowly leaking
out of her pussy, making the inside of her slender thighs sticky.  She
shifted, her pert breast sticking to his sweaty side [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Todays Story</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/29/todays-story/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/29/todays-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 16:35:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I had forgotten our five-year wedding anniversary, and May was pissed as hell, so I wasn&#8217;t surprised when I came home and the house was dark. When May was really angry, she had a tendency to go out shopping. I walked inside and headed for the bedroom to take a shower and change.
At the top [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Joke Of The Day</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/28/joke-of-the-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2006 13:54:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<title>A Weekend in the Country</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/27/a-weekend-in-the-country/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/27/a-weekend-in-the-country/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Neither my roommate Marsha nor I knew our boss Alexis very well, and
we were a little surprised when she invited us up to her house in the
country one weekend in the summer.  But we were both sick of the city,
and we accepted.  Her house was enormous, and we spent the entire first
day lounging by the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Biology Class</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/26/biology-class-3/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/26/biology-class-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 14:07:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;m having a lot of trouble in this class,&#8221; Celia confessed to her
university teaching assistant, Emily.  &#8220;Biology just isn&#8217;t my subject.&#8221;
&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry about it,&#8221; Emily said.  &#8220;I had trouble with this class the
first time I took it, and now I help the professor.  It&#8217;s only your
second year in college.  You just need a little guidance.&#8221;
&#8220;Will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Biology Class</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/26/biology-class-2/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/26/biology-class-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 14:07:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;m having a lot of trouble in this class,&#8221; Celia confessed to her
university teaching assistant, Emily.  &#8220;Biology just isn&#8217;t my subject.&#8221;
&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry about it,&#8221; Emily said.  &#8220;I had trouble with this class the
first time I took it, and now I help the professor.  It&#8217;s only your
second year in college.  You just need a little guidance.&#8221;
&#8220;Will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>All-Day Sucker</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/25/all-day-sucker/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/25/all-day-sucker/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 14:39:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Sunny relaxed on the sofa, wiggling her toes in the air.  Each one was
painted a different color, in sticky shades that caught the light. 
When Erik came into the room, she grinned at him.  &#8220;I have a surprise
for you,&#8221; she said, flexing her feet.  Erik dropped his bag and walked
straight over to her, falling to his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>All Girl Band</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/24/all-girl-band/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/24/all-girl-band/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Oct 2006 15:21:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[When we had finished the last encore, we headed offstage to get a
beer.  I hadn&#8217;t been at the bar for more than a minute when this sexy
petite brunette sidled up to me, rubbing her tits against my arm. 
&#8220;You&#8217;re just great,&#8221; she purred.  I could feel her nipples against my
skin, and they were rock-hard despite the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Walk in the Woods</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/23/a-walk-in-the-woods/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/10/23/a-walk-in-the-woods/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2006 17:58:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>dave</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Catch me if you can,&#8221; Celeste called, laughing as she broke into a
run.  Aaron grinned and trotted after her, his cock hard under his
jeans.  The woods were empty, the sunlight filtering through the trees
and birds chirping overhead.  He knew exactly what she had in mind -
Celeste loved to fuck outside.
He caught up to her easily [...]]]></description>
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