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      <title>A Very Special Delivery</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 one of several stories I did a few years ago and was published elsewhere. I&amp;rsquo;d like to think my writing has improved since then, but it is still an enjoyable story that I hope is enjoyed by all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Patricia had been nagging her boyfriend for months. He had brought a porn video over one evening and they had proceeded to watch it together. They had only been dating for a few months, but James had been able to key in on her latent kinkiness, and seemed to know every trick in the book on how to exploit that knowledge.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Alice Takes A Vacation</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; Another story I did years ago, hope you enjoy it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Alice closed the door of the motel room and excitedly began to unpack. She&amp;rsquo;d been planning this little mini-vacation for quite some time now, and she looked forward to the complete privacy to enjoy herself that awaited her this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her problem was that she&amp;rsquo;d become engaged over a year ago, and was afraid to let her fiancé know of her dark obsessions. As a result, she&amp;rsquo;d suppressed her desires and kept them secret from the man she was supposedly planning to spend the rest of her life with. She&amp;rsquo;d occasionally indulge herself of course, but only in the privacy of her own home and always when Jerry, her fiancé, wasn&amp;rsquo;t around.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Beth&#39;s Cell</title>
      <link>/stories/20262/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Beth stared drunkenly at the claustrophobic cell she was imprisoned within, and for the thousandth time since awakening she wondered how she had arrived at this point in her life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The cell was only about 6 feet by 6 feet in length and width, and about twice that in height. A dingy yellow light bulb glowed constantly from behind a metal wire guard in the center of the ceiling, casting everything into a dim yellowish light with deep shadows.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Bound Anticipation</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 One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aubrey absentmindedly brushed a stray strand of golden reddish blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear as she peered at the address on the plain brown box. She&amp;rsquo;d been jogging in the early morning coolness when the delivery service had pulled to a stop alongside, the driver asking if she could help him find a particular address.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Aubrey took only a second to determine the destination, but rather than inform the delivery man outright, she&amp;rsquo;d spent a few more minutes studying the label. Any company that delivered products in plain brown packaging, and used only initials for their return address, warranted a certain amount of inquisitiveness as far as Aubrey was concerned.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Celia&#39;s Swim</title>
      <link>/stories/16986/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Celia stared across the conference room table at her counterpart, Burk. As usual, he was studiously ignoring her while the meeting continued unabated into it’s third hour.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While many would assume he had no interest, Celia knew otherwise. She knew that his studied detachment was a conscious effort to avoid being driven to distraction by her during this meeting, a distraction that Celia was already managing to accomplish simply by gazing every so often in his direction.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Cynthia</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; Another one I did years ago - enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cynthia shifted in her car seat uncomfortably. Weeks before, she had discovered a new diversion called &amp;ldquo;pony girls&amp;rdquo;, and had become fascinated by the concept. Her marriage was increasingly boring and she needed new experiences. For several years now she had surreptitiously explored her wilder side, without her dullard husband being any the wiser. Had he known what she had been up to on his out of town trips, he would have divorced her in a heartbeat. Fortunately, she had managed to keep her experimental phase a complete secret from him, and had enjoyed one affair after another. She was a well known fixture in the shadier parts of the city, even going so far as to take on the role of prostitute for a day just for kicks.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Desperation</title>
      <link>/stories/39568/</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; I started this with a very vague idea of how I wanted it to go and some ideas of what I wanted to make sure to include, so if anyone has any suggestions as to what they would like to see happen, feel free to post them in the comments section before I finish the story - oh, and enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update (07/09/11):&lt;/strong&gt; I have started to incorporate Jenny Harrison into the story - enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Halloween Dolly</title>
      <link>/stories/33184/</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; Just a quickie story for Halloween - enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Barbara studied the pile of materials on the table suspiciously, arms crossed and a doubtful look on her pretty face. Tucking her blonde hair behind her left ear, she picked up one of the plastic/latex items and studied it even more closely, turning it this way and that, then finally put it down and addressed the man standing quietly on the opposite side of the table.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Hanging Around</title>
      <link>/stories/29992/</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; Just a short story I&amp;rsquo;ve worked off and on for a while. Hope you enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trish paused in the shadow of the doorway, glancing nervously in all directions before opening the rusted metal door to the abandoned industrial building and stepping inside the cool darkness. Safe inside, she dropped a small clear plastic bag to one side. The bag clinked lightly as it hit the floor. The pupils of her startlingly light blue eyes expanded instantly to compensate for the lack of light, and it took her a few minutes for her vision to adjust.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Kathrine&#39;s Afternoon in Bondage</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Katherine stood in her closet, carefully considering her clothing options. She was currently wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and her already aroused nipples were standing out proudly underneath the thin filmy material.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She could hear Carl moving about downstairs, getting his own breakfast, and grinned maliciously. If he only knew what was on her agenda today he’d flip!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Katherine and Carl had been married only a few short years when she first discovered his secret life. He’d always been putting off various things she wanted to do, always with the excuse that he had to work late.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Kylie’s Misadventure</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;The young college student looked decidedly out of place, standing at the street corner as she was, dressed only in cut off shorts, tank top, sandals, and carrying a worn backpack slung over one shoulder. She was especially out of place considering it was 1:00AM on a Monday morning!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The street light bathed the intersection in an orange glow, making it somewhat difficult to see very far in either direction, but it really didn’t matter to Kylie as there was no one to see her anyway at this hour. Even in a college town, the students had to get at least some sleep before Monday morning classes began, and so Kylie felt secure in the belief that there was no one to interfere with her adventure. Kylie took a second to casually scan all directions of the intersection once more, before turning to enter the building behind her.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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