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	<title>Risky Thoughts &#187; 2007 &#187; January</title>
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		<title>Socialite</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/31/socialite/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:21:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Michael tried to go over the test studies that his superior had given
him. The first sheet had a long line of numbers and the second a
written analysis by the scientist who had performed the study.
“Oh man,” he thought to himself, feeling his contact lenses begin to
dry. The new drug was going to hit the market [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Missing It</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/30/missing-it/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/30/missing-it/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 15:38:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[When Robbie and Kendra had gotten married, a lot of people had told
them that an interracial relationship wouldn&#8217;t work.  But Robbie&#8217;s
biggest concern had been that Kendra would grow to miss the doses of
big black cock she was used to.  She had sworn that she wouldn&#8217;t.
&#8220;Oh baby, you feel so big inside me,&#8221; Kendra [...]]]></description>
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		<title>House Guest</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/29/house-guest/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/29/house-guest/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 15:40:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[When I heard that my sister Jenny was bringing home her college
roommate for winter break, I groaned.  It was going to be couch city
for me.  But when I actually met her roommate, I changed my tune.  Her
name was Cai, and she was an international student from Vietnam.  She
was absolutely stunning, a petite but femininely curvy [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Skinny Flicks</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/26/skinny-flicks/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/26/skinny-flicks/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 17:23:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[About  two weeks ago a new secretary began working in our office, 
and   from  the  second I laid eyes on her I knew I  wouldn&#8217;t  be 
satisfied   until  I&#8217;d tasted her soft,  sweet juices.   Terri&#8217;s hair
fell all the   way down to her sumptuous breasts, and her moist lips
always seemed to   form a tempting,teasing pout when she looked [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Library Lick-Off</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/25/library-lick-off/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/25/library-lick-off/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 16:22:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Marcia had heard that the library was a big spot for masturbating, but
she had never seen it until now.  She was sitting in the third floor
study lounge late one Friday night.  The floor was empty except for a
woman sitting at another table.  Marcia noticed that the woman&#8217;s hand
was underneath the table.  She could see that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Private Dance</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/24/private-dance/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/24/private-dance/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 15:21:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The air was scented with coconuts and Dustin could taste pineapple on
his tongue as he sat in the small room, transfixed by the beautiful
woman in front of him.  He had figured there would be strip clubs in
Hawaii, but he had never thought to find a woman as beautiful as Kanoa
there. 
She smiled at him, turning away [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fill Her Up</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/23/fill-her-up/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/23/fill-her-up/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 14:38:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The minute she walked into the service station, I knew I had to have
her.  She was this pretty, petite Japanese woman, driving an expensive
car.  She said her name was Fumiko, and asked if I could take a look
under the hood.  She stood with me while I looked around, and the smell
of her perfume and her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Going Home</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/22/going-home/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/22/going-home/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 14:58:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Matthew and K.C. had been married for eight years, but since her family
lived in Japan, he had never met them.  They had finally saved up
enough money for both of them to travel to visit them, and Matthew was
very nervous.
Their first night in her family&#8217;s home, Matthew was lying in bed
waiting for K.C. to come to [...]]]></description>
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