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      <title>Big Mouth</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Based off a true event with some exaggerations for storytelling purposes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Nobody likes a big mouth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At least, that&amp;rsquo;s something seemingly everyone else seemed to know from the start apart from me. Ever since I was a little kid I had a habit of being a grass. Whether I was telling my aunts or mom about whatever mischievous activities my cousins were getting up to, or telling my teachers which friends were messing around or who hadn&amp;rsquo;t done their homework, I got a certain indescribable joy from being a snitch, despite everyone always warning me, &amp;ldquo;One day your big mouth is gonna land you in trouble.&amp;rdquo; But I didn&amp;rsquo;t care, I never thought it would cause me any problems until one day it was too late.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>My Weekend With Uncle Todd</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I remember the week that Uncle Todd came to stay like it was yesterday, although it was almost a decade ago now. I had recently turned 18, just finished college and was enjoying my last summer vacation while still living with my dad at the time. One day, he came home from work and announced that he&amp;rsquo;d be leaving for a week and how I&amp;rsquo;d have the house to myself. Before I carry on, let me describe myself. I was 5&amp;rsquo; 10, had shoulder length dark brown hair and a slim build, not chubby but not too skinny either. Around the age of 16 was when I first started dabbling I&amp;rsquo;m self bondage, but never had I tried it with another person, either tying them up or being tied up, however the older I got the more the urge grew. When my dad told me I&amp;rsquo;d have the house to myself my mind started buzzing with ideas, how I could bound and gag myself before sleeping and waking up in bondage, I could cuff my feet and hands together while I go around the house doing chores, the ideas were boundless.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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