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		<title>What She Wants</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 03:34:39 +0000</pubDate>
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Tonight we’re trying something different.
Tonight I call the shots,
And she trembles in anticipation,
Because that’s what she wants.
Tonight she dresses like a doll -
In a little white skirt like she wore in school
- and nancy sinatra boots
- and lacy panties
- and her hair hanging loose and straight
- and it will all be torn and mussled and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sylvia</title>
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Sylvia &#8211; that was her name. I don&#8217;t remember her last name, but it wasn&#8217;t hers anyway &#8211; it was her ex-husband&#8217;s or soon-to-be-ex-husband&#8217;s.
I didn&#8217;t really know much more than that about her, because all I ever heard her say in her halting, deliciously-accented English was, &#8220;chHello, Zhay-mie. chHow are ju?&#8221; Her friends from the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ms. E in 4C &#8211; 4</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:09:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I did my best &#8211; as best as I could with my hands caught behind my back, with Ms. E&#8217;s teeth testing the pliability of my skin and her lips and tongue determined to bathe me in saliva &#8211; but with barely a wiggle or whimper I focused on Mary&#8217;s lips, then her teeth and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ms. E in 4C &#8211; 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:08:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The job in Indianapolis ran long when we couldn&#8217;t get the phone company to make repairs on a weekend, so I didn&#8217;t get back home until Wednesday. I blew off the rest of the week at work and just watched TV and avoided email or going out or anything more strenuous than ordering pizza delivery. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ms. E in 4C &#8211; 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:06:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The next Sunday was the first of the autumn, and she wore boots and a tight black skirt that hugged her ass, and sheer maroon bikini panties with a floral border. I wasn&#8217;t really in a rush&#8230; maybe it was the boots, or the skirt, but once her panties slid down to her ankle I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ms. E in 4C &#8211; 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:04:22 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;You&#8217;ll need to nuzzle in deeper than that to lick me, Honey.&#8221; Ms. E&#8217;s voice was a gentle contralto &#8211; just as calm and pleasant as it was when she greeted me in the hall.
&#8220;Are you going to crack my head like a walnut again?&#8221; She&#8217;d pulled up her skirt so our eyes could meet, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Birdcage &#8211; 4</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 06:01:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She left her right hand draped over my face, blocking my view, while she swung her leg off my stomach leaned over me. A hard nipple slid over my taut skin, then pressed down when she settled into place. She made a tight ring around the base of my penis with what felt like a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Birdcage &#8211; 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 06:01:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Now, Rrrobin, let&#8217;s start over. I&#8217;d love to just rrrip off that costume of yours and rrrape you – make a man out of a boy – but it&#8217;s such a nice costume. It would be a shame. So let&#8217;s try to take it slowly, shall we?&#8221;
She tugged my boots off, one at a time; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Birdcage &#8211; 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 05:59:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At that she dipped again into the top of her boot and produced a purple silk scarf, which she wrapped around my mouth as a gag. While she tied it in place, she murmured in my ear. &#8220;I came prepared to abduct Batgirl, but this will do for the tenderer half of the Dynamic Duo, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Birdcage &#8211; 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 05:57:53 +0000</pubDate>
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Friday, October 30. 9:30ish.
I say &#8220;9:30ish&#8221;, but really I knew it was 9:23 pm, just like it was the last time I pushed back the gauntlet on my glove to check my watch. The TV above the bar said 9:27. God – David was such a flake.
I nursed the ice-water remainders in the tumbler on [...]]]></description>
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