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      <title>Peace</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; First story in a long while, constructive criticism always welcome! Hope you enjoy the story, more chapters to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: Einführung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The wind was picking up a bit, the trees lightly swayed and the crisp country air brought a smile to Ben Danforth&amp;rsquo;s face as he walked down the driveway to the palatial mansion in front of him. He always liked this part, the walk up from where his company car dropped him off at the gate to the estate. It was not a terribly long walk but long enough to appreciate the beauty of the countryside, something Ben was not used to back in the city. The serenity of the environment around him reminded him of his purpose here and what he sought every single time he came.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Southern Hospitality</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 my first story ever, so please leave your thoughts below. I know man on man might turn some of you off, but this is a personal fantasy of mine. Thanks for reading!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could feel the cum from his erect cock dripping on my back as I lay spreadeagled on his bed. My own cock was dripping to, almost as if to protest the lack of attention it was getting. Nick leaned forward and whispered into my ear &amp;quot; I hope that pretty little ass of yours is ready, bitch, cause ready or not here I come.&amp;quot; Anticipating his penis, my thoughts drifted to the events that led me here&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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