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      <title>2 for 1</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; For those of you who asked for a part 2 -here ya go. No, this is not based on a real life adventure, but boy do i wish it were.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;EDIT: Initially was going to make this a 1 part story. Up to 3 now, with at least one more on the way. Mom&amp;rsquo;s and daughters, what do you think if you read this? I&amp;rsquo;d be interested to hear in the comments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Britt&#39;s Bondage</title>
      <link>/stories/66434/</link>
      <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; Story is based entirely on fictional characters and events..but man would it be fun to play out in real life wouldn&amp;rsquo;t it? Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. More to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe I had just walked past one of my better friends, completely naked with little to no thought. I was following basically a complete stranger. Let me rewind. My name is Brittany. I&amp;rsquo;m in my - well, let&amp;rsquo;s say late 20&amp;rsquo;s. I&amp;rsquo;m tall, long chest length red hair, perky chest, and a tight ass. I&amp;rsquo;m no looker, but I&amp;rsquo;m height / weight proportionate, and I think reasonably attractive.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Coworkers Captive</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; : This is based on a fantasy of mine, which I&amp;rsquo;m sure will never happen. I hope you enjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somehow, I found myself bound, gagged, and completely helplesess in my co-workers living room, with more on the way. Let me tell you how I ended up here, and where I ended up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It all started two months ago. I was new to the financial institution where I worked. I had been working there a week or two on a project with three other individuals besides the management staff, whom we&amp;rsquo;ll call Kelly, Stacy, and Laurie. Kelly was a shorter girl, 5&#39;4&amp;quot; with shoulder length blonde hair, and probably around 27 years old. She had a medium build – what I&amp;rsquo;d guess to be 34 C breasts, a shapely ass, and the nicest blue eyes you&amp;rsquo;ve ever seen. Stacy left a little to be desired, a bit over weight with shorter dark brown hair, 36D breasts, and a rather large behind. She was a bit older, in her mid 30&amp;rsquo;s. Finally, there was Laurie. Not bad looking, not great either. She was a bit taller at 5&#39;10&amp;quot;, with shapely 34 C&amp;rsquo;s, and the nicest smile you&amp;rsquo;ve seen. Pretty green eyes, and a bit larger behind, she was also in her low thirties. Kelly was married, but Stacy and Laurie were both single.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Extra Credit</title>
      <link>/stories/30496/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a new semester, and I was trying my hardest to figure out what classes to take. I was starting my junior year at the local community college, and I still needed an elective class that counted as 1 credit to help me graduate on time. I was scrolling through the online course catalog when I came upon a class that sounded rather interesting. &amp;ldquo;Sexual tendencies of the x generation couple&amp;rdquo;. Sounded interesting, and it was convenient, being a night class it would fit great around work. The class met once a week on Tuesdays, and lasted the duration of the semester. I enrolled, and completed the rest of the required documentation. The new semester started next week, I could hardly wait to see what this class would turn into.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Football Sunday</title>
      <link>/stories/53806/</link>
      <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; If anyone wants to make a video of this idea.. I&amp;rsquo;d love to see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Football Sunday was here again. I clipped the leash to the front of my wife Kerry&amp;rsquo;s collar, and led her the short walk up the driveway to my friend Dan&amp;rsquo;s front door. She kept her head bowed, not so much out of submission, but more of the hope that passing traffic and casual onlookers wouldn&amp;rsquo;t notice the bright red ball wedged deep in her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her, held by a pair of chained cuffs underneath her long wool coat.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Kinky Coworkers</title>
      <link>/stories/26730/</link>
      <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; This story isn&amp;rsquo;t based on real, people, or events. However, it is a fantasy of mine to have happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In my line of work as an auditor, I work with some beautiful women. There are two particular ones which have had my eye for quite some time, but unfortunately they&amp;rsquo;re both married. The first which we&amp;rsquo;ll call Stacey, is a hot 27 yr old. Perfect body, firm ass, and what I&amp;rsquo;d guess to be 36 D breasts on an incredibly, almost unnaturally small frame. She&amp;rsquo;s got cute, chin length blonde hair, with eyes and a smile to die for. Looking at her, you&amp;rsquo;d think she was a former stripper, not a young married mother. Incredibly friendly, we&amp;rsquo;ve worked together on a few projects, and chatted at work events. This is the type that everyone dreams of, but no one catches. After a work Christmas party and a few drinks in, the subject of bedroom behavior came up within the group of people I was talking to.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>My 30th Birthday</title>
      <link>/stories/47646/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My 30th birthday was this weekend, and my wife said she had a special surprise for me. I had no clue what it would possibly be, but I was told to take an entire week off of work, and make no plans. That Saturday morning I was woken up with a big kiss.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Morning hunny happy birthday&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you dear, can&amp;rsquo;t wait to see what my surprise is. Can we start the day with some birthday sex?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>My New Slave</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;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had to have her. For years, I had been watching her on the morning news show, and for years I had imagined her bound, gagged, and down on her knees for my use. Unknown to her, today would be the day she would become my captive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m not crazy – I&amp;rsquo;m a young man, who prefers the nicer things in life. Having inherited a substantial amount of money when my parents had passed in a car crash, I was able to buy a modest house out in the country. It also allowed me to rig my basement with a nice dungeon, and holding cell. In the dungeon, I had a nice bondage bed, with a strong, long cage underneath. I also had various anchor points installed in the walls, a St. Andrews cross, and a nice bondage chair.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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