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	<title>Risky Thoughts &#187; 2006 &#187; December</title>
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		<title>The Gymnast</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/29/the-gymnast/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 14:36:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Hi, I&#8217;m Barry,&#8221; he introduced himself to the woman walking into the
gymnastics studio. He owned Body Starz, and she was interviewing for a
job as the new gymnastics coach.
&#8220;I&#8217;m Lian.&#8221;  She was small and lithe, with her black hair pulled back
into a ponytail, setting off her large dark eyes and her creamy skin. 
She wore a warm-up [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Talking To Sunny</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/28/talking-to-sunny/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/28/talking-to-sunny/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 15:06:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[A long-legged woman sat down behind the glass panel and lifted the
phone off the hook.  She was completely naked, long black hair falling
over her small, pert breasts, her nipples hard but flat at the tips,
her pussy shaved bare.  &#8220;Hello,&#8221; she smiled at me.  &#8220;They call me
Sunny.&#8221;
&#8220;Hi Sunny,&#8221; I said, trying to sound cool.  &#8220;I&#8217;m, ah, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Spring Fever</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/27/spring-fever/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/27/spring-fever/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 18:22:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Friday morning, Leah and Nicole were standing on the deck of the ferry
on the way to work, sipping their coffee.  They usually sat inside, but
spring was in the air and they were suffering from a case of spring
fever. 
Leah leaned back against the railing and then jumped up with a start,
spilling her coffee.
&#8220;What&#8217;s wrong?&#8221; Nicole asked.
Leah [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Wicked Step-Sisters</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/26/wicked-step-sisters/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/26/wicked-step-sisters/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 15:37:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Give that back!&#8221; Carrie shouted, chasing Eliza into her bedroom, and
tackling her onto the bed.  She grabbed her hairbrush out of Eliza&#8217;s
hand.  &#8220;You are such a pain.  I wish my dad had never married your mom.&#8221;
&#8220;Me too,&#8221; Eliza frowned.  They had both just celebrated their
eighteenth birthdays and were going to be heading off to college [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Steamy Encounter</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/22/steamy-encounter/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/22/steamy-encounter/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 14:43:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Dennis relaxed under the hot spray of the shower, letting the pounding
water soothe away the aches of his muscles.  The sensual feeling of the
steam and the rush of water over his body was more than a little
arousing.
He heard the shower curtain rustle and Kumiko stepped into the shower
behind him.  He didn&#8217;t move as he felt [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Monday Morning</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/21/monday-morning/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/21/monday-morning/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2006 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Karen, may I see you in my office, please?&#8221; Vince, Karen&#8217;s boss
clicked off the intercom.  Karen tipped her head back and groaned.  She
thrust a pencil through her long, thick black hair, pulling it away
from her pretty features and headed into his office.  &#8220;You were late
again today,&#8221; Vince said firmly.  &#8220;You&#8217;re late every Monday.  What are
we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nude Workout</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/20/nude-workout/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/20/nude-workout/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2006 15:42:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Ever worked out naked before?&#8221; Brianna asked.  It was early Sunday
morning, and no one else was in their building&#8217;s exercise room. 
Without waiting for Natalie&#8217;s answer, she pulled her shirt over her
head and stripped off her sports bra.  Her tits were big but firm, pale
skin and bright pink nipples.  Natalie watched in amazement as Brianna
continued undressing, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Therapist</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/19/the-therapist/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/19/the-therapist/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 17:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;So, tell me about your weekend,&#8221; Sheila said, crossing her legs and
adjusting her skirt.  Her new client, Jake, was a handsome man in his
mid-forties.  She had to control her emotions because he was a client,
but she had to admit his chiseled features and distinguished silver
hair turned her on more than a little bit.
&#8220;I had a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Loss Of Innocence</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/18/loss-of-innocence/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/18/loss-of-innocence/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 15:41:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Ah, Friday at last, nothing can go wrong.  I&#8217;m on my way to my   last class for the day and nothing can go wrong.  I walked into Rhet 105 and took my usual seat and got my notebook out of my bag.  The bell rang and the professor walked in. 
&#8220;Today class, I will assign partners for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Take My Wife&#8230; Please!</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/15/take-my-wife-please/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2006/12/15/take-my-wife-please/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 15:44:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[My wife Joyce and I have always enjoyed reading letters and stories about a lifestyle we have found to be exciting for both of us. That life style is wife sharing. I truly enjoy sharing Joyce with other men while she enjoys the excitement and sex from many different partners.  
Until recently I have found and [...]]]></description>
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