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      <title>Exposure Therapy</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;This is a nightmare&amp;rsquo; Lorelei thought to herself as fear crept its way across every nerve in her body in the dead of night of her family&amp;rsquo;s house. She was a calm and objective girl of 18 years, blessed with a slim figure, a modest D-cup, fair skin, and shiny brown hair, but the latter two descriptors would be difficult to tell now. This was no thanks to the skin-tight latex black bodysuit and Gwen hood that left everything but the bridge over her eyes covered and constrained, complimented by a black leather armbinder that kept her arms pinned behind her between her body and bed. The ebon attire was not something she donned willingly or even consciously given that earlier in the night she had the misfortune of having a damp sickly sweet rag shoved in her face by a large unknown man in what appeared to a black morph suit that obscured his face and body tone. Unconsciousness fell over her quickly before she had the chance to fight him off, and by the time she came to, she had already been laid on her bed as well as stripped and redressed into the fetish gear, just in time to be jolted awake by the sharp pain of his penis piercing through her virgin hymen via the discreet holes in both of their suits.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Family Bonding</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; (The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people and places are coincidental.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Love and lust are strange things. Most teenage girls develop carnal attraction and fall in love in the usual way: Meet a nice boy, get to know each other, build trust, seal the deal with a kiss, and consummate the deal with sex, then get married and live happily ever after. My love and lust story however is quite different the norm, and to many, may seem immoral and socially unacceptable. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and I will not let the social norm deter my love for him. The following is my true story of love and sex with someone whom I never thought would fall for so strongly in love with.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>I Truly am Blessed</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; (The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people and places are coincidental.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Have you forgotten anything?&amp;rdquo; asked Sonia as she saw her mother Gwen off at the door of their house. &amp;ldquo;I know you&amp;rsquo;re worried that I can be a little scatter-brained at times Sonia, but I can assure you that I packed everything I need for the trip in my suitcase down to the last outfit and toothbrush&amp;rdquo; Gwen reassured her, though Sonia was not so sure given that she once forgot to pack her medical cases. Gwen was a nurse, a skilled one at that, and every year or so the busty blonde with an hourglass figure attends an optional week long medical conference to discuss patient cases and practices in the field in California, which is a long trek from their home in Rhode Island and therefore inconvenient if she ends up forgetting something. &amp;ldquo;Just don&amp;rsquo;t hesitate to rush back if you do forget something. That&amp;rsquo;s why I suggested you leave earlier in case the inevitable happens&amp;rdquo;. Sonia was a diligent girl of 18 years with light brown hair, brown eyes, but a pure heart and a figure comparable to her mother, clearly showing that the apple does not fall far from the tree. Sonia&amp;rsquo;s father Will followed his daughter&amp;rsquo;s suit and gave her a kiss goodbye wishing her the best of luck at the conference. &amp;ldquo;I trust you&amp;rsquo;ll keep things tight and sound while I&amp;rsquo;m away, right Will?&amp;rdquo; Gwen asked with a smile on her face. &amp;ldquo;Of course, it&amp;rsquo;s not like the house is going to fall apart without you. I&amp;rsquo;m a dependable man who can look after things&amp;rdquo; Will stated with a certain gleam of pride. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not so sure about that&amp;rdquo; Sonia chimed in, pointing to the kitchen faucet in reference to the fact that the house had not had running water since this morning. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sure I just have to turn the water valve and it will be problem solved&amp;rdquo; Will said in his defense, though Sonia still doubted her father&amp;rsquo;s competencies. &amp;ldquo;Well I&amp;rsquo;ll see you two in a week. I love you both and hope you will use this opportunity to spend some father-daughter quality time with each other.&amp;rdquo; With that, Gwen headed out to her car, started up the engine, and drove off toward the airport to get ahead of her scheduled flight, leaving the house occupancy at two.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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