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	<title>Risky Thoughts &#187; 2007 &#187; August</title>
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		<title>Erotic Story: Soap Star</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/28/erotic-story-soap-star/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 20:44:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maria slid her arms around Dolly&#8217;s waist from behind, cupping her tits
in her hands as her own breasts pressed against Dolly&#8217;s soapy, slick
back.  Dolly purred in contentment as Maria&#8217;s fingers found her hard
nipples, rolling and tugging at them lightly before she moved her hands
to rub the entire round globe of Dolly&#8217;s breast with her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I&#8217;m So Horny</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/22/im-so-horny/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Aug 2007 18:18:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m writing this letter for a very important reason.  I&#8217;m horny.  Horny
enough to know I&#8217;d like to get laid or at least fool around, but not
horny enough to take off my panties and play with my cunt.  I know that
if I write to you and tell you how horny I am, I&#8217;ll [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Marilyn - Executive Secretary</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/17/marilyn-executive-secretary/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/17/marilyn-executive-secretary/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 17:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had just about given up hope, but this day would change my life for
ever.  It was my last interview for a great job, and I was nervous as
hell to begin with. I entered into the office of a big corporation and
was greeted by the receptionist who led me into another private office,
where I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sundress Season</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/14/sundress-season/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/14/sundress-season/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 17:37:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Spring was coming and Vinnie couldn&#8217;t wait.  All winter he had to
suffer through women in sweaters, jackets, turtlenecks, and other
things that tortured his imagination.  But when the weather started to
get warmer, the clothes started to come off, and it was his favorite
time of year.  All spring and summer he got to see [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Treatment</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/13/treatment-2/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/13/treatment-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 19:34:21 +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>Tina&#8217;s Makeover</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/08/tinas-makeover/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/08/tinas-makeover/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 18:09:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[When Tina had left that morning, she had looked the same as ever.  Her
long, straight black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail.  Her
creamy skin was bare of makeup.  She was wearing a sweatshirt with no
bra to support her small tits, and a pair of jeans.
Now as Gene sat there, a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two At A Time</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/06/two-at-a-time/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/06/two-at-a-time/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 17:48:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I stood between those two gorgeous men, running my hands over their
chests - one black and smooth, the other white and hairy - and down to
their straining cocks, teasing them.  My long dark brown hair was
streaked with red from the sun, and hung forward over my tits, so just
my hard nipples peeked through.
Kristofe, the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Balcony From Behind</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/02/balcony-from-behind-3/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/02/balcony-from-behind-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:43:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Shandra was standing on the balcony, watching the sun set in the
distance.  Warm pink and orange rays radiated from the horizon,
gleaming across her rich brown skin as she looked out over the water. 
Damon came up behind her, resting his broad hands on her hips and
kissing the back of her neck.  &#8220;You look [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Under the Hood</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/01/under-the-hood/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2007/08/01/under-the-hood/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 15:17:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Judith swore, wiping the grease from her forehead as she reached for
another wrench.  It was hot under the car, and her muscles were
cramping from working in such a small space.  She started as she felt
Laurel&#8217;s hands trailing up the inside of her legs.  &#8220;Having fun?&#8221;
Laurel asked.
Judith snorted, and then moaned as she [...]]]></description>
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