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	<title>Risky Thoughts &#187; 2008 &#187; February</title>
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		<title>Neighbors</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/28/neighbors/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/28/neighbors/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 16:17:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Come back!&#8221; Terry called after the dogs as they tore across the street
into the neighbor&#8217;s yard.  She was house-sitting for her parents while
they were away.  &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry,&#8221; she apologized to her parents&#8217; neighbor,
Luther, who had turned off his lawn mower and was petting the dogs.  He
was stripped to the waist, his ebony skin shining with [...]]]></description>
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		<title>New Apartment</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/24/new-apartment/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/24/new-apartment/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 15:10:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/18/new-apartment/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Margie relaxed on her sofa, sipping a glass of wine and staring around
the living room of her new apartment.  Her first apartment, actually,
since she had lived in a dorm until graduation.  She couldn&#8217;t believe
she was all alone.  She admired the pictures she had hung on the walls,
her hand playing idly down her stomach and sliding [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Summer Fair</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/22/summer-fair/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/22/summer-fair/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:09:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/17/summer-fair/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The entire town was out at the park, lying on blankets, polishing off
picnic suppers, and enjoying the warm air.  On the bandstand, the
orchestra was playing old favorites, and there would be fireworks
later.  Tawny was sitting behind Dave, her legs wrapped around his
stomach, her feet resting between his thighs.  She ran her hands over
his chest and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>It&#8217;s Personal</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/20/its-personal/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/20/its-personal/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 15:03:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/16/its-personal/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Don&#8217;t get me wrong.  I&#8217;m not the kind of person who usually answers a
personal ad.  But it had been late, I couldn&#8217;t sleep, and it had been a
long time since I&#8217;d had a date, and, well, I&#8217;d always been a little bit
curious.
Moira and Jim&#8217;s ad had caught my eye - a couple looking for a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Paula&#8217;s New Skirt</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/18/paulas-new-skirt/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/18/paulas-new-skirt/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 14:51:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://riskythoughts.com/2007/01/15/paulas-new-skirt/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Everyone looked as Paula walked through the bar.  And with good
reason.  She was a natural redhead, about five foot ten, with a
beautiful heart-shaped ass and a pair of really beautiful tits.  But
tonight, as she walked by my table, I noticed something different about
her.  She was wearing a thin white blouse, and I could see her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Milly&#8217;s Many Admirers</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/16/millys-many-admirers/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/16/millys-many-admirers/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 15:28:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[My wife Milly would have made a great old-time movie star, because
she&#8217;s really curvy.  Not like these thin models you see all the time
now, a real woman - with big, bouncy breasts, sweet full hips, and
thighs you can really grab onto.  Like most women, I guess she&#8217;s a
little concerned with her weight, but I think [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Night Watchman</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/16/night-watchman/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/16/night-watchman/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 15:08:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I have a job as a night watchman at a construction project. It was a
quiet night on the eleven-to-seven shift, when some workers came in to
do a bit of a tile work. They were bringing in their equipment when I
noticed that a beautiful blonde in her early twenties was part of the
crew. When she walked [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Delayed Flight</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/14/delayed-flight/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/14/delayed-flight/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:19:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Any idea when we&#8217;re going to take off?&#8221;  Darren asked, stretching in
the plane&#8217;s aisle.  As he arched his back, his half-hard cock brushed
against the pretty black flight attendant&#8217;s uniformed thigh.  He had
been watching her the entire flight, her bubble butt twitching under
the straight skirt of her uniform.  Her hair, shoulder-length,
straightened, and streaked with red, had [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Lotus</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/12/the-lotus/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/12/the-lotus/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 14:52:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Welcome,&#8221; the hostess at The Lotus greeted Terry, &#8220;to the home of the
most beautiful girls in the world.&#8221;  She spread her arm out and Terry
stepped into the club. 
It was almost impossible to get an invitation to the Lotus, a
specialized strip club with only Asian dancers.  It was members-only
and the waiting list was a mile long.  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ginger&#8217;s Favorite Professor</title>
		<link>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/10/gingers-favorite-professor/</link>
		<comments>http://riskythoughts.com/2008/02/10/gingers-favorite-professor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 14:53:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Surprise!&#8221; Ginger said, opening the door to Professor Smith&#8217;s office. 
It had been two years since she graduated, but she had come back to
campus to see her favorite professor, Professor Smith.
&#8220;Ginger,&#8221; the woman greeted her with a warm smile, &#8220;it&#8217;s so good to see
you again.&#8221;  They chatted about what Ginger had done since graduation. 
&#8220;Call me Sylvia,&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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