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	<title>Erotic Arena</title>
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	<description>Hot Asian Girls at Erotic Writer&apos;s Arena</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 02:29:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Hired Help</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 02:29:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kyle</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Chris arranges for some hired help, Jen gets a hand.

The kids were at my parents for the weekend and my wax appointment was running late, as usual. I sat on the lounge and was flicking through one of the magazines on the coffee table. A couple of younger women, probably early thirties, I'd say, some ten years younger than myself, walked into the reception area and were advised that they'd have to wait as all of the beauticians were running a little late today.



I really hadn't taken that much notice of them except it was clear that the dark haired girl was more blatantly sexual in the way that she dressed and held herself, the other, probably a bottle blonde was more reserved and seemed to be nervous. They sat on a two-seater lounge and the blonde said in a whispering voice to the other that "she couldn't believe that she was going through with this". Her friend said that "she'd love the feeling of a hair free pussy". Now that statement got my attention, and I could relate to what she was saying. My mind drifted to the first time I had a brazillian.]]></description>
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		<title>Hiring Cindy Ch. 09</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 01:14:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bruce</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[He takes Cindy out to the beach.

*Chapter 9: The Beach*



The next month and a half after they left was very much more tame. Cindy and I were starting to act more like a normal couple than master and slave. We still had sex constantly, I still had her spending a lot of time naked and dressed up, but we spent a lot of time just relaxing, hanging out, going out to dinner, and so on.



A couple of times we went out for drinks and I had Cindy wear some over the top outfits, and a couple of times we played out little games at home, but nothing as exciting as the stuff with the girls. After that, we needed a break. But, about the time the eighth month rolled around, I was started to get a few new ideas...]]></description>
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		<title>He&#8217;s Watching!</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/08/hes-watching/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 00:57:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Herman</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Peeper is invited to play.

Monica, my wife, and I were sitting around watching TV one night not long ago when she mentioned that she thought the guy next door had seen her take a shower a few days earlier.



"You didn't have the mini-blinds closed?" I asked her.



"No, it's pretty warm out in the evenings now and I had the window open. Since his place was all dark, I just thought I would leave the blinds open too and let the steam out of the room."



"If his place was all dark, how did you know he was watching you?" She usually took her shower after the late news, which made it very dark outside - and even darker inside a house. Unless the guy had his head sticking out of the window, it would be hard to tell if you were being watched.]]></description>
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		<title>Everybody Has Their Price</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/06/everybody-has-their-price/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 01:57:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kyle</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[How much was Sarah's?

This is an older incident that happened when I was very young, only about 26.



I was living with a cute little redhead named Patti, she was barely 19 at the time. Patti and I had one of those relationships where we were either screwing like bunnies or fighting, it seemed.



We were completely and totally sexually compatable, but both strong willed.



Patti had a close girlfriend named Sarah, she was a cute brunette, same age. She and her boyfriend Chuck were regular fixtures around the house.]]></description>
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		<title>Eye of the Beholder Ch. 09</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/06/eye-of-the-beholder-ch-09/</link>
		<comments>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/06/eye-of-the-beholder-ch-09/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 00:54:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bruce</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Sharon's erotic dance.

The following day was a haze... a busy haze, but a haze nonetheless. I had to get the video equipment loaded out and back to the agency, then spent the next eight hours mixing down the video for a tape to give to Sharon... and, of course, for me.



If you've never done a video mix, you might not have any idea of what exquisite torture those eight hours were. Imagine a room with a bank of video decks, both tape and digital, a state of the art mixer mixing to a huge studio monitor, and me trying (desperately) to choose the best mix from four screens of unbelievably erotic video.]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 2: Anticipation</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/04/chapter-2-anticipation/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 02:22:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Enrique</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The trail of lights led to the bedroom.

As the weeks passed since that night in June, I couldn"t wait to get off early again. It took about three weeks before I had another opportunity to sneak home.



This time I left a little earlier in the hopes of getting to enjoy a little more of what I assumed was a nightly event. I gauged this by the fact that we had fresh sheets almost every night and she almost always had that glow on her face.



I stopped and parked the car at the end of the street and walked to the house to avoid being observed as I walked up I noticed that kitchen light on. Maybe I had blown it and tonight wasn"t a night she was to have fun. So I picked a tree to lean against and wait. Ten minutes passed and I was getting up to leave when the kitchen light turned off and the trail of lights led to the bedroom. ]]></description>
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		<title>Charity Collector</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/04/charity-collector/</link>
		<comments>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/04/charity-collector/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 21:09:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kyle</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[She collects for the needy but he wants something in return.

There's an interesting story I'd like to share with you my cherished reader. Several years ago I returned to the house I'd grown up in, in a quiet, conservative village not too far from Oxford. I'd moved back following the passing away of my parents. I worked in London and for a time I was seeing how commuting suited me.



As I recall it was a Thursday evening about seven. It had been a long week for me, twice the trains had let me down and the hour and a half round trip had turned into four hours. I'd just thrown together a cold dinner when my door bell rang. A little pissed at the disturbance I reluctantly answered it. As it was I was greeted by a rather attractive woman of fifty who I vaguely recognise from village events. She introduced herself as Veronica, a name I always find extremely exciting, she began her patter as soon as she had introduced herself. I was only half listened as she spoke, far more interested in the way her body moved as she tried to engage my interest in what turned out to be a charity for missionary work in the middle east.]]></description>
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		<title>Deb and Leah: The Show Must Go On!</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/02/deb-and-leah-the-show-must-go-on/</link>
		<comments>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/02/deb-and-leah-the-show-must-go-on/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 23:06:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Herbert</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[How he learned about CFNM.

"Non-fictional account of learning about CFNM"



When I was a young man, I went to work at a machine shop. After some time on the job, I became friendly with one of the admins in the shop who did the time cards and such. Her name was Valerie, and she had long red hair, and slim athletic figure. She had a gorgeous ass and probably b-cup breasts. She always dressed in a professionally; conservative, but in a way that showed her lovely body. She was gorgeous. At 35ish, Valerie was quite a bit older than my years, and I was completely infatuated. ]]></description>
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		<title>Diary of a Dedicated Voyeur Ch. 3</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/02/diary-of-a-dedicated-voyeur-ch-3/</link>
		<comments>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/02/02/diary-of-a-dedicated-voyeur-ch-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 21:12:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Two voyeurs share their hobby, &#038; each other.

From that night onwards, we continued our mutual masturbation sessions from across the street. She in her apartment, me in mine, both with binoculars in hand. But I knew we'd eventually have to meet. We had a lot in common. I stood outside her building one night, waiting for her to come home. When she saw me, she was surprised. I think part of it was seeing me for the first time without panes of glass between us, and part of it was that I dared violate the boundaries of those panes as well. But she came to me willingly and we kissed on the sidewalk leading into her building. I held her, and it was amazing. Here she was, in three dimensions. She was warm and soft, and her perfume was wonderful as she pressed against me.]]></description>
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		<title>Dodi&#8217;s Tale Ch. 01</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2012/01/31/dodis-tale-ch-01/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 02:12:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nelson</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[He chases the tail of an Internet stranger.

It was a confusing time for me. I was discontent for a variety of good reasons. I'd ended a long term relationship and, for the first time in a long time, I was being a bachelor. And the new woman I was involved with was not keeping me happy. That gal, my "regular girl friend" Lisa, was married, and juggling my balls around once or twice a week didn't get it.



It wasn't that Lisa was bad for me. I'd known her for years through the Court system and her attraction for me was flattering. And she was sharp. She was super thin, maybe 5'7. Someone called her my own Allie McBeal, although she was better looking than the T.V. actress. She had long beautiful hair, nearly waste length and thick. Her hair vacillated from various shades of blonde to red, and she had a strong face that sat atop her size 0 frame. Nude? Well, she liked to hang out nude. A couple of times we rented a hotel room - once across from the courthouse - and hung out nude, drinking wine and fucking, all day. Lisa had an unusual body, lean and thin, small breasted, no kids. Unusual was that she had several surgical scars from complex accidents. Different, quite different, but still very attractive. And she was a cum laude law school graduate, an Order of the Coife. ]]></description>
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