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	<title>Erotic Arena</title>
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	<description>Hot Asian Girls at Erotic Writer&apos;s Arena</description>
	<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:31:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Strip Poker Ch. 03</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:31:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nelson</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The strip poker adventure concludes.

"The following is a true story and although some of the details may be a little different than what really happened (my memory is not that good), on the whole, the story is true and I have written it to be as close to what really happened as possible. Also, all parties indicated in the story were at least 18 at the time of the events."



*



Now here I was, laying up against the back of my bed with pillows behind me, my knees pulled up and spread out and Jim was laying naked in front of me with his head only a few inches from my stuff and he was using his hands and fingers on me like an admired toy. He knew by my reaction that my button was the spot that caused the most reaction. Every time he went near it with his fingers, I would breath in a large gulp of air and pull my head back. He took his middle finger and slid it down the length of my lips then back up to my button, as he would watch me react. ]]></description>
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		<title>Sex For Sale</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ken</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[A Tupperware party without the Tupperware.

Now what was I going to do? The question struck to my core. For months, I had been making pretty good money selling adult novelties in people's homes, much like Tupperware parties, except, well, not just anyone was invited. And this is what happens when you don't know your hostess. 



My husband, Steven, and I had needed some extra money, and a small article in our newspaper had piqued my interest. I'm sure Steven would admit that it piqued his as well. From Steven's perspective, he lost weekend days and nights with me, but he gained by testing the wares and hearing my stories of women's reactions during my demonstrations. And although I told my customers that all transactions were strictly confidential, I always shared with Steven what our friends and neighbors bought. It was wickedly fun and led to some good sex.]]></description>
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		<title>Sarah&#8217;s Games Ch. 02</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2010/03/06/sarahs-games-ch-02/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 02:37:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nelson</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Meeting someone helps her go even further.

Hmm... what to wear... what to wear? It will have to be something sleazy won't it? A mischievous smile crosses my face. 



I'm fumbling through my underwear drawer and I pull out my white thigh-high stockings. Sleazy, huh? White thigh-highs are always a good start. Now for underwear. Or maybe no underwear? Hmm, could I? No underwear? And let's see. A skirt. A thin skirt? A short skirt? An old short pleated skirt? Blue plaid. Grin. 



T-Shirt. No. A blue sweater maybe? I have a loose v-neck knit sweater I like. What if I don't wear a shirt underneath it? Oh God that's so revealing. You can almost see through it! The room is getting warmer now. ]]></description>
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		<title>Satan&#8217;s Seduction</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2010/03/06/satans-seduction/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 02:05:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The devil made her do it.

Gloria was dressed like a cheap whore. Short, black semi-sheer mini-skirt. Braless, she wore a too tight and too small, neon pink tube top that barely contained her boobs. Gaudy costume jewelry and knee high, faux leather black boots. Poofy black hair, overdone make-up and strong perfume. And underneath, lace, red crotchless panties.



It made her feel like a slut. It made her feel liberated. It made her feel excited.



After finishing work on Friday, she'd rushed home from the office, peeled off her conservative suit and prepared for the costume party. As soon as she hit her apartment, she began the transformation. Opening a bottle of Chablis, she'd sipped the wine while she changed.]]></description>
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		<title>Sally Likes Showing It Ch. 05</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2010/03/06/sally-likes-showing-it-ch-05/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 23:35:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Herman</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Being nude with each other a big turn on.

Mark and I stood looking out at our wives as they laid in the sun talking. Sally said something and Tina started to laugh as both girls stood and dove into the cool lake water. We watched them as they swam to shore and then walked up to our camp. My cock lengthened as I watched how Sally"s breasts moved on her chest as she came to me and when I looked at Mark it was plan to see his eyes were on my wife not his own! I flipped the burgers as I looked at Tina, she was hot I had to say that and I loved how tight her nipples puckered up from the cool water of the lake! "Yes Sam my friend that is a fine piece of ass!" I told my self. ]]></description>
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		<title>Mutual Tastes</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2010/03/04/mutual-tastes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 21:58:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Enrique</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Erotic encounter at a quiet restaurant in Greece.

DATELINE: Central Aegean Sea. Cyclades Islands. Mykonos. Greece



April 16th 2004.



A picture postcard sun set slowly yesterday over this picturesque island. I am here trying to earn my living. I don"t remember how I stumbled into freelance travel writing, but here I am, twenty years on. I"m here pursuing a paycheck from travel pieces promoting the opening of The Olympic Games, which begin on August 13th. I"ll probably stay in Greece for the duration, basing in Athens for the two weeks of the games. In the meantime, I"m traveling the Greek islands. I doubt I"ll ever get rich from this pursuit, but the world travel is a welcome bonus. Sometimes, other perks arise unexpectedly. April 15th brought one of those.]]></description>
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		<title>Nude Dudes</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2010/03/02/nude-dudes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 23:39:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Herman</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Guys strip for ladies at neighborhood CFNM party.

Rena and Megan were two perfectly hot-looking young babes who lived across the street from me in an apartment complex. I had a real hard-on for both of them, but I never dreamed it would be they who got to giggle, ogle and gawk at me all night long as I strutted completely bareass in front of them and other wide-eyed, hysterical ladies. It was all part of a neighborhood "CFNM Party."



I live in a residential area and would often walk to the pool area of the apartment, slipping in to catch Rena and Megan and chat with them as they would sunbathe in their striking bikinis. They got to know me at a restaurant where they both worked as waitresses.]]></description>
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		<title>Jennifer&#8217;s Massage</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2010/02/28/jennifers-massage/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 01:50:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Terry</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[A visit to a nudist resort.

"This is my first attempt at submitting a story; I must confess that due to a poor imagination this story is of necessity based on a true life experience."



The voyueristic highlight of my career, more like a hobby than a career, occurred a few weeks ago at a nudist resort in Flordia. My wife and I decided to spend a few days in the sun, for the first time we tried a nudist resort, not knowing really what to expect.



We are not totally new to the nude sun bathing and beach scene, having previously been to a few nude beaches in the Caribbean when on vacation. Our experience in the Caribbean was both erotic and relaxing, but this time we were looking for something a little closer to home since our time was limited to a few days.]]></description>
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		<title>House of Glass Ch. 04</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2010/02/26/house-of-glass-ch-04/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 02:02:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Herbert</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Kara puts on a show for 18-year-old neighbor.

It was Saturday and we had finished breakfast. Kara said she wanted to mow the lawn. I told her I usually hired someone to do that but she insisted. I knew she had some ulterior motive so I didn't argue. I wanted to see what she was up to. Kara went to dress while I finished my coffee and read the paper.



A few minutes later Kara came through the kitchen on her way to the garage. I began to guess what was on her mind. She was a prim and proper attorney who worked for a conservative law firm. But when she was away from the office she liked to show off. She was definitely doing that now. She was dressed in an athletic type undershirt which was much too big and hung loosely on her petite frame. The shirt was long and reached a couple of inches below her crotch but the big arm-holes and scoop neck exposed the tops and sides of her breasts. She was wearing her polka-dot bikini underneath the shirt and although it was certain no one would notice, she also wore a pair of low-cut canvas shoes. ]]></description>
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		<title>Her First Time</title>
		<link>http://www.writersarena.com/2010/02/26/her-first-time/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 01:44:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ryan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[It's her first visit to a gentlemen's club.

I had to go to a meeting out of town with one of the companies I represent, and Linda decided that she wanted to go with me. Usually she doesn"t even want to think about going, saying how boring they were, but this time she said she just needed to get out of town. The first two nights we were there were just the usual group dinners and activities. On the third night we were free to do what we wanted to do.



I rented a car and we drove across town to a nice Italian restaurant that was one of my favorites when I was in town. We had a fun dinner and drank a couple of bottles of wine, and feeling very relaxed, got back in the car. Linda looked over and grinned and said, "Well now…what"s next?"]]></description>
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