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	<title>Risky Thoughts &#187; 2007 &#187; February</title>
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		<title>My Love</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/28/my-love/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/28/my-love/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 14:56:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello, my love.  I&#8217;ve been waiting so long for you, dreaming of you,
imagining  what you&#8217;d be like.  It&#8217;s not good for the two of us not to
introduced, you  know.  So much left unsaid.  So much left unanswered. 

At any rate, I thought I&#8217;d take this opportunity to maybe fill [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hospital</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/27/hospital/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/27/hospital/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 17:25:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Men often complain that their wives aren&#8217;t interested in sex, but my
husband doesn&#8217;t complain at all&#8212;I&#8217;m the one with the complaint!  
From early morning to late at night, my husband works as a heavy
equipment salesman. He makes tons of money, but he never makes love to
me except for a half-hearted effort on some weekends. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Teaching Todd</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/26/teaching-todd/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/26/teaching-todd/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 15:03:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Todd and Sherry were next-door neighbors.  She was a fifty year-old
divorcee, and he was a twenty-five year-old virgin.  Or at least he had
been until she met him.  She had promised to make him the greatest
lover in the world, or at least in their neighborhood.

The first lesson, she said, was all for him. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Walk In The Park</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/23/a-walk-in-the-park/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/23/a-walk-in-the-park/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Feb 2007 20:46:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m walking down a path in this nature preserve kind of thing.  I don&#8217;t
have a backpack or anything, just a canteen at my hip and perhaps a
knife to mark my way through the trees.  Anyway, I&#8217;m just there for the
day, and I&#8217;m enjoying nature&#8230;  I find a small clearing, and go to
stand [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Special Diet</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/22/special-diet/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/22/special-diet/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 16:35:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;d like to lose some weight,&#8221; Emily explained to the nutritionist. 
&#8220;And get in better shape.&#8221;

Shelley, the nutritionist, nodded and smiled.  &#8220;Well you look like
you&#8217;re in great shape,&#8221; she said.  &#8220;I&#8217;ll just do some body measurements
to find out.&#8221;  Emily stood as Shelley began measuring her body. 
Shelley&#8217;s fingers prodded firmly at Emily&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Short-Order</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/21/short-order/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/21/short-order/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 16:17:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Can I get a number four and a three with bacon on the side?&#8221; Lorraine
called, clipping her order to the wheel and hitting the bell.  I
watched her walk back to the counter, her ass twitching under her tight
uniform skirt, her brown legs ending in short white socks and sneakers.

My cock was hard as a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chocolate Kisses</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/20/chocolate-kisses/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/20/chocolate-kisses/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 14:55:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;What&#8217;s your one weakness?&#8221; Eddie asked, pushing Helen&#8217;s soft blonde
hair from her face with his broad dark hand.

&#8220;Chocolate,&#8221; Helen sighed.  Her perky tits were straining against her
blouse, her thick nipples clearly outlined against the white silk.

&#8220;What kind of chocolate?&#8221; Eddie asked.  He unzipped his pants,
releasing his throbbing ebony rod.  Helen gasped and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vonda Notices Me</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/19/vonda-notices-me/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/19/vonda-notices-me/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 15:42:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[When I went over to Vonda&#8217;s apartment she was crying.  I figured that
she had just broken up with another one of her sleazy boyfriends.  She
had the habit of dating men who didn&#8217;t treat her well, and I had never
understood why.  See, I had been secretly in love with Vonda for years,
but we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Julie</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/16/julie/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/16/julie/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Feb 2007 17:43:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Julie, well, she was special.  We started out at work, she was a
high-up in a neighboring department, I was a low-level programmer type
in another. She&#8217;d attend meetings concerning system conversions at
which I or another programmer on the team would be presenting
information.  She was always  the sweet one, helping to offset attacks
to the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Behind Bars</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/15/behind-bars-2/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/02/15/behind-bars-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 16:21:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Being one of the only male guards at a minimum-security women&#8217;s prison,
I get to see a lot of women all day.  Being around that much pussy can
make me pretty crazy at times, but fortunately there are people like
Destiny who make it all worthwhile.  She&#8217;s a tall, curvy black woman,
nearly as tall as I [...]]]></description>
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