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	<title>Risky Thoughts &#187; 2007 &#187; May</title>
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		<title>Wife</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/28/wife-2/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/28/wife-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[This is a true story, one that happened to me not too long ago. I left
out our names and city, but it all happened just as I put it down.

I have seen a lot of stories by people who have great sex with partners
whom they had barely met, but in my experience, at least, it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Telnet</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/27/telnet/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/27/telnet/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[When I walked into the lab Friday evening I knew there was no way Matt
would be expecting me - I wasn&#8217;t due there until Saturday.  Perfect for
my plans.  I spotted him right away and watched him for a few minutes,
just enjoying the sight of him.  Then I went looking for a helpful
student [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Morning Song</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/26/morning-song/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/26/morning-song/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[When you sleep, the lines all smooth out of your face.  Worry lines,
age lines, even the laugh wrinkles at the corner of your eyes that I
see all too rarely, disappear into pale softness.   I was pressed
against your back, asleep, my chest against your spine, my left arm
flung over your waist.  I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Riding a Highway</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/25/riding-a-highway/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/25/riding-a-highway/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 15:49:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[After the play.  We get into the cab.  He has secretly told the
cabdriver to drive somewhere (however far the money will last).  He
slowly begins kissing my neck and his hand on my knee slowly working up
my thigh.  I can feel the  heat from the passion and rest my hand near
his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Wake-Up Call</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/24/a-wake-up-call/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/24/a-wake-up-call/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 17:06:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s 6:30 as I glance at my watch when I finish parking on your street,
and I wonder if you&#8217;d been up as late as two o&#8217;clock calling bulletin
boards again.  I climb the stairs and struggle somewhat with your door
key, trying to avoid too much noise that&#8217;ll startle your dog, who
should recognize the sounds I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bridal Shower</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/23/bridal-shower/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/23/bridal-shower/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 15:49:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;What is this for?&#8221; Amber laughed, holding up an oddly-shaped tube. 

&#8220;I have no idea, but look at these!&#8221; Diana shrieked, holding a pair of
red and black crotchless panties against her hips.  The women collapsed
in laughter.  Brianna was getting married next month, and Diana, the
maid of honor, had decided to have a &#8220;sex [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Art Class</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/22/art-class/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/22/art-class/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 17:33:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The adult education class had been a bust.  Toni had joined to meet
guys, but the class was full of other women who were looking to meet
men too, consequently, none of them were meeting anyone but each other.

Toni shifted on the stool.  The teacher, Ruby, was looking through her
portfolio.  She was a thin [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My First Time</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/21/my-first-time/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/21/my-first-time/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ll be totally honest with you.  I was 25 years old and still a
virgin, and it was driving me nuts.  Everyone treated me like I was
some sweet innocent girl, when really I was a woman with strong sexual
needs.  At would go home from my dates, after getting nothing more than
a chaste kiss [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Midnight Rendezvous</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/21/midnight-rendezvous/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/21/midnight-rendezvous/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2007 20:34:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Kara woke up to a strange sound.  It was a humming, muffled somehow. 
She crept down the hallway to her roommate&#8217;s room and peeked inside. 
Alice was lying on her back with the covers around her waist. 
Moonlight illuminated the globes of her breasts, olive skin peaked with
thick, lusty brown nipples.  With one [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Long Day At Work</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/17/long-day-at-work/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/05/17/long-day-at-work/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Kiva turned up the radio and hummed along as she drove home.  She was
exhausted from work, but she knew what was waiting for her at home, and
she was looking forward to it.  She opened the door, whistling, and
removed her clothes as she walked down the hall to her bedroom.  She
opened the door [...]]]></description>
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