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	<title>Risky Thoughts &#187; 2007 &#187; July</title>
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		<title>Very Bad Boy</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/31/very-bad-boy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 18:57:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Leah frowned at Corey.  &#8220;My laundry isn&#8217;t done.  And neither are the
dishes.  What have you been doing all day?&#8221;
 Corey bowed his head and looked at the floor.  &#8220;Nothing.&#8221;
Without missing a beat, Leah walked over to him and yanked down his
jeans.  She stroked his limp cock, feeling the roughened skin [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vacation Adventures</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/24/vacation-adventures/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/24/vacation-adventures/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 16:25:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I got back to the cabin kind of late, so I was being quiet, taking off my shoes and tiptoeing up the stairs so I wouldn&#8217;t wake anyone else. There were seven of us sharing the place, and I didn&#8217;t know everyone very well, so I didn&#8217;t want to piss everyone off. As I walked [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Under Your Desk</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/19/under-your-desk/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/19/under-your-desk/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 16:14:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[You&#8217;re sitting at the computer working, but I&#8217;m so wet, and all I can
think about is how much I want to suck your cock.  I slip into the
bedroom, putting on the bra and panty set you like so much, looking at
myself in the mirror.  I rub my nipples until they stand out stiff
under [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Treatment</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/18/treatment/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/18/treatment/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 20:47:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Keeley sighed in pleasure as Maddie slipped the heated mitts over her hands. &#8220;That will help your skin absorb the lotion better,&#8221; Maddie explained. She shifted the towel higher over Keeley&#8217;s thighs and began rubbing the muscles there. Keeley&#8217;s nipples were hard under the top of the towel, and her pussy was pulsing lightly. When [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Trendy Takara</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/17/trendy-takara/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/17/trendy-takara/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 18:41:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Takara was absolutely in style.  Her naturally blue-black hair was
dyed brown and streaked with blonde, which contrasted sharply with her
richly tanned skin.  She wore a pair of white platform go-go boots with
a short mini-dress, highlighting her slender legs and small, high ass. 
Her tits bounced invitingly under the thin fabric, her pointed, pierced
nipples [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vacation Lovers</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/15/vacation-lovers/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/15/vacation-lovers/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The first night of our vacation, I bought home a black man named
Harris.  It had long been a fantasy of my husband to see me with
another man, and I had always wanted to be with one while he watched. 
My husband was hiding in the closet, watching as Harris and I kissed
and undressed.  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Trail Mix</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/14/trail-mix/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/14/trail-mix/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Let&#8217;s stop here,&#8221; said Donna, the trail guide.
Kit reined her horse in, and slid off, her thighs protesting from the
exertion of riding for so long.  It had been rainy earlier, but now it
was beautiful and clear, the mountains spreading out on all sides of
them, lush and green in the summer sun.  &#8220;It&#8217;s gorgeous,&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nakari the Nanny</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/13/nakari-the-nanny/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/13/nakari-the-nanny/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 15:19:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Joe heard the shower turn off and moaned aloud as he imagined Nakari
stepping out of the shower, water beading from her long black hair,
dripping off her luscious brown nipples, and shining on the silky fur
above her pussy.  He reached down and stroked his cock, feeling himself
get harder and harder.  His hand moved faster [...]]]></description>
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		<title>July 4th</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/04/july-4th/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/04/july-4th/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s the 4th of July in DC.  We&#8217;re picnicking on the Virginia  shore
line waiting for nightfall and the fireworks to start.   I&#8217;m wearing a
pair of running shorts and a tank top and your simply in a sun dress
and panties.  As we lounge on the grass your hem keeps riding up [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Video Error</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/03/video-error/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/07/03/video-error/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 15:40:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The store was closed, and Daniel was just putting away the videos that had gotten left in the drop box. He opened one of the boxes, and sighed. Instead of the movie, the person had accidentally left one of their own videotapes in there. The label read &#8220;Mashiko, Tape One&#8221;. He shrugged and popped it [...]]]></description>
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