<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:24:47.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Menage a Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Narratives of abandon.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>700</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112921445952838080</id><published>2005-10-13T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:40:59.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sex and Sox: Tatiana and a TrinityI am a notoriously difficult woman to make orgasm. Before my current boyfriend, I had never had someone make me cum; certainly, I had done it to myself, and with someone encouraging me, but giving myself over completely to another person's touch had never culminated in it. Even now, when the better half goes down on me, it usually takes so long that his tongue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112921445952838080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112921445952838080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112921445952838080' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112904090595839337</id><published>2005-10-11T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:28:25.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOPEF: Kaii: Enter Claire A few weeks ago she came to stay at my place for a few days.  We listened to music and did each others' hair.  It was fun.  We went out to the club with some friends and danced.  All innocent, right?  As soon as we got back home, we started making out as soon as we got in the door.  She had pinched one of my nipples while we were at the club and kept whispering to me how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112904090595839337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112904090595839337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112904090595839337' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112904077362247048</id><published>2005-10-11T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:26:13.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOPEF: Kaii: Adventures in the BathroomThe dance floor was crowded and I kept getting pushed into this chick who was decked out in a "I fucked Paris Hilton" tank top.  She was totally hot.  She had long dark hair, full lips and a smoking body.  She smiled at me and I smiled back. Oh, sexy girl....  We both turned back towards our friends and continued dancing.  But eventually we were pushed up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112904077362247048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112904077362247048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112904077362247048' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112904063969008229</id><published>2005-10-11T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:23:59.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOPEF: Kaii: Christmas With Claire I grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her.  It was such a trip to be the one doing the fucking, instead of a guy.  I fucked her slow and deep and she took it all.  My pussy was just throbbing.  I was so turned on.  The vibrator was humming along when I gave her permission to cum.  She came long and hard, screaming and moaning out loud.  I love having an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112904063969008229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112904063969008229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112904063969008229' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112733925128528875</id><published>2005-09-21T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:47:31.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COCAINE KATE'S 3-IN-BED LESBIAN ORGIES By Phil Taylor and Jane Atkinson DRUG-DAZED Kate Moss lay on a hotel bed with star pals Sadie Frost and Hollyoaks actress Davinia Taylor and spoke the words that would change their friendships forever.  "Have you ever had sex with a woman?" purred the supermodel—gazing at Davinia as she slipped out of her party dress. "Well, why don't we do it right now?"  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112733925128528875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112733925128528875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112733925128528875' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112733227458142786</id><published>2005-09-21T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:51:14.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THISISLONDON: KATE HIT BY MORE REVELATIONS Miss Moss's depraved sex life was detailed in the News of the World, which claimed her lesbian affairs with Miss Frost, 41, and Hollyoaks star Miss Taylor, 27, began at least three years ago.  On one occasion the three women had sex in a suite in Claridge's hotel after Miss Moss had taken cocaine at a party.   A friend of the model told the newspaper: '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112733227458142786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112733227458142786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112733227458142786' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112643852678704751</id><published>2005-09-11T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T07:35:26.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Another Day In Paradise... I Saw JesusI remember waking up nude, lying on a faux white bear skin rug. A light weight blanket draped over me. It was one of those mornings when it feels that your brain is screaming from in between your ears, a giant is stepping on your head - the pressure possibly causing it to implode, and light is like ice picks through your eyes. I looked around trying to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112643852678704751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112643852678704751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112643852678704751' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112643843215806187</id><published>2005-09-11T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T07:33:52.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Xposed Girls on Lady LovingDiana Kauffman: I have experimented with women. I’m not a lesbian, but I think women are beautiful. They’re hot. It’s completely different. With men, it’s about satisfaction, like you get something and then you feel satisfied. With women, it is more like the act of sensuality. It’s more like art, I guess. It’s definitely a taboo factor. I think it makes it even more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112643843215806187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112643843215806187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112643843215806187' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112343054406958532</id><published>2005-08-07T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T12:02:24.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Newly Single Guy: When I Was in College I Partied A Lot...Wednesday, December 22, 2004While I was in college I partied a lot. Lately that partying has subsided a bit, but I want to get back into the swing of things once the holidays are over. In college I always partied with my friends, but rarely did Elaine join me when I did. She’d go to her own parties, sometimes she wouldn’t drink and she</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112343054406958532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112343054406958532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112343054406958532' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112239239352193368</id><published>2005-07-26T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:39:53.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We all need to fuck, yes we do!Fukuhara and I drank our hearts out. Actually, me. Kate drank alot. Fukuhara smoked alot. I don't really like the smell of cigarettes , though. But I guess, the semi- drunk me, didn't really bother. I was almost too drunk to bother.The drunk n ciggie Fukuhara started snogging me. Licking my neck. I corresponded. I assisted him in taking off his top. I worked on his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112239239352193368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112239239352193368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239239352193368' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112239200602993310</id><published>2005-07-26T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:33:26.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SwingingHousewifeConfessions.Blogspot.comVeronica was an exchange student from Hong Kong. Her real name wasn't Veronica, but since V's and R's aren't a part of her native language, we thought it would be funny to call her Veronica. When she said it, it sounded like WaWonica. Anyway, she was adorable. Very sweet and very quiet. Her English was pretty good, and we became best friends right away. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112239200602993310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112239200602993310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239200602993310' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112239190549050843</id><published>2005-07-26T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:31:45.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Journals.aol.com: Lustfully SpeakingMonday, January 17, 200511:00:00 PM ESTFeeling FlirtatiousA firstTonight’s story isn’t a fantasy but a memory, the memory of the first time I crossed that line between bi-curious and bi-sexual. I had been married 8 years (this was about ’99) and the hubby and I were looking into ways to “spice things up”. We had started watching porn together, using toys and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112239190549050843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112239190549050843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239190549050843' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112220223200276793</id><published>2005-07-24T06:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T06:50:32.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MaritalArts: Three's Company I had been pestering my wife forever for a threesome. I have always wanted to do one.....I guess which guy does not. My wife is Indian just like me. So yes she did not take too kindly to the idea. To her it smacked of dissatisfaction with married life, a betrayal to have another woman during our love making. But gradually I wore her down-----arguing that a threesome </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112220223200276793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112220223200276793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112220223200276793' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112159151683301096</id><published>2005-07-17T05:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T05:11:56.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KittyWoman: Time for a Threesome...  I was only slightly nervous we entered the door to my lover*s home. Tonight we were going to be trying something that he had wanted for so long. He had brought the subject of a threesome up several times but I had always been hesitant. I had never met another woman that I had felt attracted to in that way. I had admired the looks of many beautiful women  ( A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112159151683301096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112159151683301096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112159151683301096' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112143940443618684</id><published>2005-07-15T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:56:44.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NymphoGirl: I Caught a Coworker Masturbating Today                                                                                                           Anyway, I was out. It was rather hot...too hot to sit at the picnic tables in the sun, so I thought I'd go into the wood and eat my lunch in a grassy patch about a 10 minute walk in. I thought I might masturbate a bit, too, since I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112143940443618684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112143940443618684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112143940443618684' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112143913828725379</id><published>2005-07-15T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:52:18.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NymphoGirl: I Met A Berry Good Girl Erik and I live in the 'burbs and you don't have to drive far in several directions before you are in real farm country. Not those big factory farms like you find in California's Central Valley, but real family farms that sell a lot of their crops right from fruit and vegetable stands on the road.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112143913828725379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112143913828725379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112143913828725379' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112143868172227549</id><published>2005-07-15T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:44:41.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NymphoGirl: Open Wide!                                                                                                                                        Monday, June 27, 2005</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112143868172227549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112143868172227549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112143868172227549' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-112034634898490500</id><published>2005-07-02T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:19:08.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NotProud.Com: 06/04/2003 at 17:29:36I know I am going to have an affair with a friend of mine I work with. I am 24, blond (not really) and quite attractive - he is 34 and married. About two years ago I had a one night stand with him when we were both really drunk. He was engaged but I was single. I didn't work with him then. Since then I have met a really nice guy and I'm in love with him. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112034634898490500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/112034634898490500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112034634898490500' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111920322946348763</id><published>2005-06-19T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:47:09.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Katy&amp; Shan's first lesbian experience                                                   Okay a sexual experience that came to mind was when we first met actually. We were with our boyfriends at this party and our boyfriends were like best friends and so they asked Shan and I to have sex for them seeing as it was shannons boys b-day. So we all went up to one of the rooms and the boys got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111920322946348763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111920322946348763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111920322946348763' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111920233654626907</id><published>2005-06-19T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:32:16.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celia I'm sitting in Caffeine with Will and Jonah, drinking a double espresso. I think Will is talking about some girl he fucked at a party last weekend. Stacy. Her name was Stacy. Jonah is trying to establish whether or not this is the same Stacy he fucked in the back of his Pathfinder last semester.   "Stacy from Long Island?" Jonah asks.  "Connecticut," Will replies, sipping his chai. "She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111920233654626907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111920233654626907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111920233654626907' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111920133648761482</id><published>2005-06-19T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:15:36.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iCircle: 'Kissing my best friend felt weird''Then one night, I told Becca about Lee’s fantasy. She was single at the time and had been moaning about her lack of sex. She seemed to find it really interesting and kept making jokes or comments about it afterwards.'Several bottles of wine later, Becca made a suggestion: "Why don’t we go home and give Lee what he wants?" I thought she was joking, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111920133648761482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111920133648761482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111920133648761482' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111920109581110257</id><published>2005-06-19T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:11:35.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bittersweet... With a twist:: Seasons change, people changeAfter hitting all the local shops, diners and tourist attractions, she decided to lay back by the pool and get a little sun on those places the NY sun never kissed her. After a little while she noticed a couple eyeing her and smiling at her... the man was tall, sun-tanned and in his late 40s, the woman was blonde, very attractive and in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111920109581110257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111920109581110257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111920109581110257' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111913446278673034</id><published>2005-06-18T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T18:41:02.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SexKittenB: L comes to visit.                                                After several phone sex threesomes and naughty emails sent back and forth L finally made it down to our house and at a decent hour I might add. We were all awake and fairly perky. Sure we were in the middle of moving the smut bookcase out of the bedroom to the den. Sometimes you just have to realize that your friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111913446278673034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111913446278673034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111913446278673034' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111911032382878647</id><published>2005-06-18T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T11:58:43.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nympho Girl: Well, we just got back from a trip to a nice little bed &amp; breakfast near Cincinnati on the beautiful Ohio River. As you might guess, we fucked our brains out. We met another young couple from Frankfort, Kentucky, in the place's cute little hot tub. It was a small hot tub and we almost turned around when we got there and saw it was being used, but they invited us to join them, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111911032382878647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111911032382878647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111911032382878647' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111901773388309087</id><published>2005-06-17T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:15:33.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Landon's HouseWe got so drunk that we ended up staying in Landon's extra room. Taylor loved that because he loves having sex in other people's beds. It was incredible. We could hear Hayden and Landon in the other room and that turned Taylor on a lot. The next morning Hayden came into our room with a tiny tank top on and some tiny thong underwear. She said that Landon had gone to get breakfast and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111901773388309087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111901773388309087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111901773388309087' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111885605125660602</id><published>2005-06-15T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:20:51.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daft Anonymity:                                                                                                  Saturday, October 30, 2004                                                                                                                                                                                                                         The adventure of the insta-road-trip was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111885605125660602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111885605125660602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111885605125660602' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111885570972421297</id><published>2005-06-15T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:15:09.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CuriousSara.diaryland.com:My Trip to New York (Part 1)  On the plane I drank two of those little bottles of wine to calm my nerves and I NEVER drink before lunch! I think I was a little buzzed when we landed. As I was towards the back of the plane I was one of the last to get off and the adrenaline was pumping through my body.                                I walked up the jetway and saw P </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111885570972421297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111885570972421297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111885570972421297' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111885526695321047</id><published>2005-06-15T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:07:46.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SecretSwinger: 6th Swing First FFFF                                                                                                          The room was simply fantastic and cozy! I sat down on one of the overstuffed couches next to Lorie. Vicki took a seat      on the other side of Lorie and Tammy sat opposite us on a loveseat. A few moments later Shelia entered with the wine       and four </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111885526695321047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111885526695321047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111885526695321047' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111711734709155064</id><published>2005-05-26T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T10:22:27.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ms. Turner: LanieWe would have sleepovers at the others house, just the two of us. Mothers never cared if their daughter had a girl sleep over; after all, girls aren’t like that. Right? Right. As far as they knew.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111711734709155064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111711734709155064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111711734709155064' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111702688729720434</id><published>2005-05-25T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:14:47.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a 'sic' threesome May. 15, 2003                                9:40 am                                                               written by: the sic one  I was so psyched when she told me yes, that she would indeed meet me Friday night. I thought of that sweet smell when she came to the counter with her Autumn to Ashes CD. I love Egyptian Goddess body oil, it's such an aphrodisiac for me. She</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111702688729720434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111702688729720434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111702688729720434' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111702631828458560</id><published>2005-05-25T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:05:18.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sexyice.diaryland.com2002-09-02 - 11:11 p.m.   I never really considered myself bi.  I've always liked to look at other women but I never thought I would act on it. Last night we went to this new club, just me and a couple of other women, I know and trust. The place was crazy wild. We knew it was going to be a fun night. We found a table, bought a few rounds of drinks. The music they played was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111702631828458560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111702631828458560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111702631828458560' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111694119206639035</id><published>2005-05-24T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:26:32.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>er.o.ti.ca: Experimentations2003-02-04 @ 7:16 a.m.Experimentations  The lights went out halfway through our second bottle of wine. We should have known it was coming. It had been storming for most of the day; we should have been prepared. Instead we were forced to fumble for candles, giggling like drunken girls often do. Marie still smoked so she lit a cigarette after she lit the candles and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111694119206639035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111694119206639035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694119206639035' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111694082907854220</id><published>2005-05-24T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:20:29.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alwaysaroura: The Guest Bedroom I could hear them talking in the other room and then I noticed that they had stopped talking. I knew that they were hooking up but I wanted to see. The family room was dark except for the fire and the glare of the t.v. Hayden was straddling Taylor's lap and slowly moving up and down on his crotch, they were kissing and he was running his hands over her ass. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111694082907854220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111694082907854220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694082907854220' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111694075930764307</id><published>2005-05-24T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:19:19.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alwaysaroura: Landon's House Taylor loves the way that Hayden looks and what guy wouldn't, she's tall and thin and has killer legs and beautiful, huge breasts. He says that we have the same body except my legs are thinner and longer but he loves it when Hayden wears next to nothing. She had her long, silky hair pulled into a bun and she did look pretty sexy. She just has the look of someone who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111694075930764307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111694075930764307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694075930764307' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111509416063942442</id><published>2005-05-03T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:22:40.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Torn Shorts:If you'll recall from our last episode boys and girls (or maybe you're just too lazy to scroll down and read it all), SM and I had gone shopping. We stopped in Victoria's Secret and she ended up making a pass at the salesgirl while yours truly slinked off so not as to interrupt the mating dance. They had coffee, which turned into lunch. This is where we pick up the story during last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111509416063942442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111509416063942442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111509416063942442' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111509390890462988</id><published>2005-05-03T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:18:28.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TornShorts:    Turnabout is fair play...                                     To me, there's no lovelier way to wake up in the morning than hear to the sighs, moans and whispers of a lady who is playing with herself.So imagine my surprise when my phone rang yesterday morning around 7 a.m. I'm usually still deep in dreamland at this time, especially when I work late the night before. But to answer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111509390890462988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111509390890462988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111509390890462988' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111490655452036863</id><published>2005-04-30T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:15:54.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Piper's Place:One Saturday night, it was just Anthony, Lara and I. We were at Anthony's house because his parents were away. We were in his bedroom, listening to music, drinking a bit, when Lara left for a moment. Anthony and I were on his bed. He was rubbing my back. "Why don't you go for it," I suggested. He didn't seem sure. We talked for a few more seconds and then Lara was back.  "Get over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111490655452036863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111490655452036863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111490655452036863' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111490636733414089</id><published>2005-04-30T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:12:47.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Piper's Place:Kit came up to me, pulling Steve along. She had decided it was time for Steve's birthday gift; that threesome he was promised. We went to one of the couches. She told Steve to undress and he was out of his clothes in a flash. He sat down and began stroking his cock. Kit looked at Steve and said, "Happy Birthday," and then proceeded to give me a long, wet kiss. The kiss was good but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111490636733414089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111490636733414089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111490636733414089' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111490598037591335</id><published>2005-04-30T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:06:20.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mexican Mud:We had a few drinks that night because she is always making fruity drinks, then she is on Zoloft on top of that, she calls it her happy pills, which I will have to agree. So she wasn’t drunk, but she was getting very bold, for her. So she sits up straight while still straddling me and pulls her night shirt over her head and leaned down again and lightly whispers again “promises, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111490598037591335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111490598037591335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111490598037591335' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111483266492719162</id><published>2005-04-29T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:44:24.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TheBunnyBlog.com: 04.26.05 / Friday Night Uncut, the Expanded Version      Again I asked her, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”     Hot Tits: “I’m… I’m so sorry!”     Bunny: "Well you should be."     Hot Tits: "I... uh..."     Bunny: “You can’t use your teeth like that.”     Hot Tits: “Wha..?”     Bunny: “Here, let me show you. I’ll let you lick his balls if you’re a good girl.”     Hot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111483266492719162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111483266492719162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111483266492719162' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111483252718514623</id><published>2005-04-29T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:42:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wendypetry.blogspot.com: Oh What Fun I Had At GeorgesAs we got to the edge of the bed she turned me around and kissed me..she put just enough force against my body that I had to lay back on the bed...Once I was laying on my back she got on all fours and moved down to my feet...she started kissing each of my toes...now im not a big foot or toe person in anyway..actually I hate feet..LOL..but with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111483252718514623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111483252718514623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111483252718514623' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111483240169000844</id><published>2005-04-29T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:40:01.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Train Wreck Waitingi followed her on down the hallway, my heart beating like crazy, then when in her room, i silently closed the door and waited to see what would happen next.first she slipped out of her blouse, her breasts so cute and sensual; her nipples extremely stiff. then she unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them off, revealing a pair of simple panties---which she easily slipped out of and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111483240169000844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111483240169000844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111483240169000844' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111048391033582788</id><published>2005-03-10T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T14:45:10.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JUNGLEJUICE: A friend of mine, Rae, had been mutually flirting with me for over 4 months. She was alot older than me, and was alot more experienced and open with her bisexuality. She is also really hot and for these obvious reasons, I decided that she would be the perfect candidate for being my first and teaching me the ropes. The sexual frustration between the two of us so unbearable that it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111048391033582788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111048391033582788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111048391033582788' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029676694759427</id><published>2005-03-08T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:46:06.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MATTSKI It’s a bit long, but this is how it really happened.   About 20 years ago we (my wife and I) went to stay with her newly married best friend for two weeks in Florida. We had only been married six months or so and were in our early 20’s). We hadn't met her husband David before but as soon as we arrived I could tell my wife fancied him like hell. I should add that neither of us had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029676694759427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029676694759427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029676694759427' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029662374327057</id><published>2005-03-08T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:43:43.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DREAMGIRLhello... yes it happened.  I LOVED it and I didn't get to be with the other husband.  Here's how it went down.   I took the wife and sat her next to my hubby on the couch and put his hands on her lap and they started making out and he had her shirt off in no time. He was sucking on her and hands everywhere and then he told me to stop staring and go have fun, so I went over to the husband</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029662374327057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029662374327057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029662374327057' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029635529562647</id><published>2005-03-08T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:39:15.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BIGFILLAlet me chim in on this one!   my wife took me by surprise one night when we were dancing with a friend of mine x girl friend and we where taking her back home and i looked over and my wife and her where kissing (kissing real good) and i have not seen that type of passion since we first met. we came back to my house and thay took a shower together then i was told the rules (i could not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029635529562647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029635529562647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029635529562647' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029610575919048</id><published>2005-03-08T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:35:05.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WhitzEnd:I was 19 and my gf at the time told me that her best friend had always had a thing for me and they had talked several times about a threesome but didnt think that i would be up for it (what guy isnt?) So we talked a little bit about it and agreed that we wouldnt force it...but the opportunity came up that we would take advantage of it. Of course there were the standard threesome in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029610575919048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029610575919048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029610575919048' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029562189115202</id><published>2005-03-08T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:27:01.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOOKERS IN CLUBSLong story short- I've met plenty of strippers in clubs (some may hook as well but I never saw it) But I've never been approached by any hotties who suggested cash for sex-Questions1) Are there hookers in NYC clubs that I'm oblivious to?2) If there are, do you think its skank, no problem either way, or coolPlease make no confessions about your personal patronization of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029562189115202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029562189115202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029562189115202' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029509787977186</id><published>2005-03-08T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:18:17.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GODDESS:I was seduced by one of my bf's girl friends.  Well, kinda.   She was going through a rough time, just gotten a DUI and lost her job, so my bf decided to invite her along to a Rollins spoken word we were going to. She lived just down the road from the venue and could put us up for the night and we would buy her ticket and get her drunk. :D   Well, we got to her place and she had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029509787977186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029509787977186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029509787977186' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029483112631254</id><published>2005-03-08T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:13:51.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVEFORUMLast night I had a party at a friend's house. It was a birthday party for me, and there were close friends and good people all around. Included was a good friend of my girlfriend, who is also going to be 21 very soon. She and my gf have known each other for ~5 years, and see each other on a monthly basis (they live an hour from each other).To make a long story short, my gf's friend kept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029483112631254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029483112631254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029483112631254' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029178725923989</id><published>2005-03-08T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:23:07.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SCHLITZ100:Dating this girl, on the 3rd date we ran into a friend of mine (chick) that met this girl on our 2nd date. She kept on coming up to us to talk to us and after the 3rd or 4th time i mention to my date that this girl must dig her because she never talks to me this much. My date jokes... "we should take her home and have some fun." I'm like, "yeah!" but my date said, "sorry, i don't share</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029178725923989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029178725923989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029178725923989' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029156962854135</id><published>2005-03-08T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:19:29.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ISAMU: My ex-girlfriend and I went to a club in Little Tokyo a while ago. She ran into an old friend that she hadn't seen in in a few years. We went to the bar and started chatting and they were telling me all the sh*t they used to do back in Japan. Anyway her friend kept looking over at me with a serious "Would you like to fu.ck my brains out" expression on her face but I didn't make nothing of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029156962854135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029156962854135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029156962854135' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-111029066701903983</id><published>2005-03-08T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:04:27.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boiling RabbitI slept with my Karate Sensei. He was in the Defense forces and he was fucking hot. He had the full cut body and olive skin, black hair and green eyes. Lets call him 'Bob'. I was so in lust with Bob it was stupid. Not only was he so amazing to look at but Bob was also an amazing Black Belt as well, I idolized him. I hang on his every word.   Naturally I thought seeing as Bob was the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029066701903983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/111029066701903983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029066701903983' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110926759091759571</id><published>2005-02-24T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T12:53:10.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DEFAMER1) As many have since pointed out elsewhere and helpfully e-mailed us, the “Egplant Dike Ass” from Hilton’s phonebook (whom Paris also clinches in a topless kiss in the photos) is Eglantina Zingg, an MTV Latin America VJ. We should’ve known that Paris’s mysterious nickname for her pal would turn out to be painfully literal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110926759091759571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110926759091759571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110926759091759571' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110926753395118758</id><published>2005-02-24T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T12:52:13.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paris Hilton topless lesbian...After Paris Hilton's phone book, it's  now her lesbian photographs that have been put on the Internet.The photographs, which show the hotel heiress cuddling and kissing MTV star Eglantina Zingg, were stolen form her mobile, and quickly became some of the most downloaded images on the web. Meanwhile, Paris is very much upset about the matter and calls it a terrible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110926753395118758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110926753395118758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110926753395118758' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110815695453752593</id><published>2005-02-11T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T16:22:34.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is a Cunt: Registered Pseudo Lesbian: "I guess I'll stick with a solid fucking by a more than tolerable man. In the meantime, I'll romantically day-dream of laying my virgin tongue on the fleshy pastry of a non-existent, adequate woman."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110815695453752593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110815695453752593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110815695453752593' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110815331425359899</id><published>2005-02-11T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:21:54.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News Of the World - Online EditionUsher's 7-in-a-bedBy Polly GrahamSTARSTRUCK teenager Joanna Bond couldn't believe her luck when megahit singer Usher asked her back to his hotel room...Even Usher's bodyguard whispered a warning before she stepped inside the door. Ominously he said: "Are you sure you want to go in? Because there are adult things going on..."But model Joanna was still in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110815331425359899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110815331425359899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110815331425359899' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110658316717643703</id><published>2005-01-24T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T11:12:47.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mASF WebBoard HBSuicideGirl and I have talked about this before and she's the same way, but she's definitely hooked up with more girls than I have guys. This kind of honesty and connection is hard to artificially create and as such we have a genuine connection.So I roll up on this party with a large pizza and a half-case of light beer. I meet a pretty good looking and clever musician and a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110658316717643703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110658316717643703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110658316717643703' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110650331208998648</id><published>2005-01-23T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T13:01:52.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tilted Forum Project - Multiple partners on the same day: "Shoot. Had this happen a few times :)1) High School Prom: Had sex with my date before the prom, showered then partied. Came back to the hotel, she passed out, and had sex with my buddies date in the bathroom.2) College: 3 smoking hot chicks lived together, but had different classes. One Friday I went over to 'see' one of the girls, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110650331208998648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110650331208998648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110650331208998648' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110643100393896672</id><published>2005-01-22T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T16:56:43.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New York Escorts Confessions - What Do Women Want?: "I'm a happily married woman for 5 years now, and I dated my husband 2 years before we married. I am naturally attracted to men and have always dated the opposite sex, but I've also kissed women and loved it. I also happen to love tits--they're SO great to feel! However, I've had one experience going down on a woman--and having her go down on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110643100393896672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110643100393896672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110643100393896672' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110643084537685784</id><published>2005-01-22T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T16:54:05.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New York Escorts Confessions - Viva Las Vegas - Sin City (Part 5): "Amber now returns with the mystery man from the casino floor following behind her. They met at the bar. Only in Vegas can you get this lucky, right? His name is Joel, but he pronounces it Sho-el. I keep picturing his tongue moving as it enunciates the 'L' sound. I pull him towards me while Ambers starts dancing with Randi. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110643084537685784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110643084537685784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110643084537685784' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110642877953914086</id><published>2005-01-22T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T16:19:39.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scarletletters's Blogs: "So while we were driving the talk turned to sex with our husbands, old boyfriends, our own masturbation, etc. Then she started describing a particular fantasy she had of me where she tied me up and blindfolded me and fucked the hell outta me and just generally used me all she wanted, how she wanted. I was in the passenger's seat squirming and blushing up a storm! I'm able</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110642877953914086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110642877953914086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110642877953914086' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110633001784112383</id><published>2005-01-21T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T12:53:37.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Local News - The Daily News Journal - www.dnj.com: "A wife who had sex with another woman, but refused to let her husband join them, was arrested after assaulting and kicking him out of the house Saturday, Murfreesboro Police reported.Jessica Lynn Membrila, 22, of 326 Lilly Lane was charged with domestic assault in a fight with her husband, Celso Membrila, 28, of Lilly Lane, Officer Bryant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110633001784112383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110633001784112383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110633001784112383' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110581975999849872</id><published>2005-01-15T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T15:09:19.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bertrandom :: threesome: "yeah, twice.. well the 2nd time was a 4sum.. 2 bisexual chicks and their straight friend.... it was pretty funny actually.. I went to meet up with this chick i knew from high school and her roommate. They both wanted to hook up with me so they agree'd to a 3sum.. well the friend from high school got sick so when i got there she didn't go out drinking with us... well me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110581975999849872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110581975999849872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110581975999849872' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110542641252432737</id><published>2005-01-11T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T01:53:32.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Green-eyed Tryst: Having Two: "I fucked 'K' from behind while she sucked on my wife's breasts and kissed her."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110542641252432737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110542641252432737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110542641252432737' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110542611216991387</id><published>2005-01-11T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T01:48:32.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Belle de Jour: "I was a quarter of an hour late. We finally decided she must have meant the Royal Garden Hotel, Kensington. The driver waited outside while I checked the name and room number at reception. It was, indeed, correct. I gave the cabbie the thumbs up and he drove off.The client was freshly showered and wearing a white towelling robe. We walked through to the suite's front room, where</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110542611216991387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110542611216991387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110542611216991387' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110531320882459817</id><published>2005-01-09T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T18:26:48.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pamela Anderson: Pamela Anderson walked into Playboy mansion orgy: "	Pamela Anderson has revealed she once walked in on an orgy at the Playboy mansion.The former 'Baywatch' star, who was previously married to Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee, says stumbled across the sex scene while wandering around magazine boss Hugh Hefner's Los Angeles pad.She said: 'I was over at the mansion and decided to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110531320882459817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110531320882459817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110531320882459817' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110529138001443674</id><published>2005-01-09T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T12:23:00.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Devilhunter2: "Besides the grunts, there was myself, a medic (Amy), a vehicle mechanic (Robin) and a LT. Being a officer, the LT stayed with the grunts while they fired. The rest of us wander off to the ambulance to talk. As we talked, the conservation turned to sex. The mechanic was from my company, and I knew that she was bi., but the medic I didn't know anything about...But they both knew each</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110529138001443674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110529138001443674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110529138001443674' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110529095671697465</id><published>2005-01-09T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T12:15:56.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unshared Thoughts: Dark Sweaty Club SexWednesday, December 15, 2004Dark Sweaty Club SexJust a quick note about some really hot club sex I enjoyed last weekend. Some girlfriends and I went to a club across town and from the moment we walked in I knew I'd see some action. We got there late, it was already after midnight, and there were tons of guys and gals in various states of intoxication. As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110529095671697465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110529095671697465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110529095671697465' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110522415641124454</id><published>2005-01-08T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T17:42:36.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gush: The Life of a Lip-Stick Lesbienne: Long Weekend (aka Mini-Skirt Mayhem): "So, after a few drinks I was talking to a friend of Josh's named Faith - who actually kind of looks like Eliza Dushku (not that I even watched Buffy for anything besides her) - but she was pretty hot. Long dark hair, radiant smile, dark brown eyes, and cherry cola lipstick (she told me - I love the cherry cola). I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110522415641124454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110522415641124454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110522415641124454' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110522410614239846</id><published>2005-01-08T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T17:41:46.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gush: The Life of a Lip-Stick Lesbienne: I'm not usually a webcam girl (Friday): "So, instead, I made out with Nicole. That's right. And from the video, it doesn't look like we were fuckin around. Like usually when drunk girls make out, you get some kissing, then some giggling, then maybe some tongue, and laughing out loud. But this was some real live action. As far I know Nicole is straight, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110522410614239846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110522410614239846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110522410614239846' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110522404098270207</id><published>2005-01-08T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T17:40:40.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gush: The Life of a Lip-Stick Lesbienne: And now... the moment you've all been waiting for...: "So, Saturday night, I put on a nice teal v-string and a matching teal mini (of the style I like to call a 'fuck me'). I also wore a form-fitting pink t-shirt - a light, stretchy cotton blend. Amber and I had agreed to a 1-on-1 date (in Bachelor parlance) so that we could do what we wanted without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110522404098270207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110522404098270207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110522404098270207' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110521824183576803</id><published>2005-01-08T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T16:04:01.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Life, Take Two: Girls Girls Girls“Oh good, here’s Jefferson. He’ll fuck me,” Raven says. “Come fuck me, Jefferson.”“No you don’t,” says Bugs, turning to me. “The name of this game is ‘don’t let Raven cum.’ See?” She goes at it on Raven’s pussy. Raven starts to breath heavier. Bugs pulls her hand away. “That’s how it works.”“That’s so cruel,” says Scarlet. Isn’t it, I reply? Let’s watch. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521824183576803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521824183576803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110521824183576803' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110521768938132814</id><published>2005-01-08T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T15:54:49.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Life, Take Two: My CeliaI met Celia at a party at my place last spring. She arrived late with a guy who comes sometimes. The regulars were already naked, well fucked and relaxed.Celia sat on a bed and chatted with us. She was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, worn backwards so that the logo was illegible. As we talked, Jane removed Celia’s clothes, and had soon stripped her naked. Jane </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521768938132814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521768938132814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110521768938132814' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110521741298888432</id><published>2005-01-08T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T15:50:12.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lily's Lair: Home of One Hot Asian: "The next thing I knew I was telling Kiki to go on without me and Annie and I were walking back to her apartment arm in arm. It was a quick walk as she didnt live far. When we reached her place I was suddenly overtaken with a wave of shyness. I knew what I wanted to happen but was crazily aware of my inexperience. I wanted to experience her and have her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521741298888432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521741298888432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110521741298888432' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110521721518480820</id><published>2005-01-08T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T15:46:55.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peter's POVOur second or third trip, we decided to continue with a private party with the DJ and his girl. We went home with them and they kept drinking while Angel and I sat on the opposite love seat and started making out. After a while, we looked up and they were making out and we all decided to go to the bedroom. We were all naked in seconds with Angel sucking my cock and the other girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521721518480820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521721518480820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110521721518480820' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110521697475114289</id><published>2005-01-08T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T15:42:54.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surreal's Diary: New Year's 2004, Can it be Topped?: "y about 11:30 the club was packed and we had so many sexy men walking up, buying us drinks, dancing with us, and just pitchin' their game. We had a great time. All of our men just sat back and watched how we worked the room. By one in the morning, most of our friends had left the club, leaving myself and my chocolate lovely and our men. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521697475114289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521697475114289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110521697475114289' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110521612669127460</id><published>2005-01-08T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T15:28:46.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wet Miranda: My first lesbian experience: "Her name was Rebecca. I was still in high school near Chicago. It was the dead of winter. We had already kissed a couple of times, nothing serious, just some fooling around while we were buzzed. I didn't know I was bisexual yet, but I knew I liked to look at girls as much as look at guys. She had a small party at her house while her parents were away in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521612669127460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521612669127460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110521612669127460' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110521550949227036</id><published>2005-01-08T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T15:18:29.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secret Swing: Second swing: 1st threesome We all three climbed on the bed and laid E back, M and me each on opposite sides of her. I began to slowly kiss her while M started taking her top and bra off. Her breasts were wonderfully full with exceptionally hard nipples. She had previously told me that her nipples were a big erotic zone for her, so I started to kiss and softly suck on them, one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521550949227036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110521550949227036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110521550949227036' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110494539996817530</id><published>2005-01-05T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T12:16:39.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Realm of the Demon Queen: The rapid rantings of a cunning linguist: "I've only been with one woman who could eat pussy really well.She had both of my legs over her shoulder and I swear I was stuck on her face like we would never come apart.She was sucking my pussy and licking it hard like it was a cock, at the same time she kept sticking the tip of her index finger into my asshole. God, I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110494539996817530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110494539996817530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110494539996817530' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110473904693202961</id><published>2005-01-03T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T02:57:26.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Groups : alt.gossip.celebrities: "When we got to my suite, Christie popped open a bottle of champagne. I put several CDs on, including Enrique Iglesias, Tonic and Sonique. O.J. was sitting on the edge of my bed and I was standing in front of him talking to him when he pulled me toward him. Then he kissed me. It was a very warm, sensuous kiss. I thought I was dreaming. Without saying a word</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110473904693202961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110473904693202961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110473904693202961' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110470672532627801</id><published>2005-01-02T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T17:58:45.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sexkitten: August 2004"Have you ever been with a woman?" She whispered snuggling closer."No," I said."You ever wonder about it?""No," I said. Get off me,"She didn't move. She pressed harder against me. "This feels nice, doesn't it?" she asked."Yes, it does," I said. Indeed it did. The closeness, the feel of her leg slung over me, her warm breath on the back of my neck, her breasts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110470672532627801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110470672532627801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110470672532627801' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110421690145621956</id><published>2004-12-28T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:55:01.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humbly I search for you: "See, my goddamn History teacher was explaining to the new student the school's vision and mission. The vision goes like this: The school will produce individuals who are morally upright, intellectually-competent and service-oriented. And she was saying stuff like, 'You should be proud that you're studying in a school that has a very good vision. Morally-upright, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110421690145621956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110421690145621956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110421690145621956' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110405428423443038</id><published>2004-12-26T04:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T04:44:44.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KISS FOR THE CAMERA.COM - Girls Kissing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110405428423443038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110405428423443038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405428423443038' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110405411882909337</id><published>2004-12-26T04:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T04:41:58.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clean Sheets Erotica Magazine: "My very first true m�nage occurred on the night of a wild L.A. storm. There was a blackout, twisting ivory candles stuck into empty wine bottles, and a king-sized bed covered with expensive, slippery-soft sheets. And there was a beautiful blonde editor from the newspaper where I worked, her handsome dark-eyed actor roommate, and me. The night was ripe with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110405411882909337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110405411882909337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405411882909337' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110405369634471381</id><published>2004-12-26T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T04:34:56.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DirtyBoy's Dirty Thoughts - potentially arousing smut for women: "naked lesbians kissing!I think this might just be the most incredible photograph I've ever seen..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110405369634471381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110405369634471381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405369634471381' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110405095960387192</id><published>2004-12-26T03:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T03:49:19.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Answers: socially conservative girlfriend wants threesome: "Anyway, one of her close female friends is bisexual, and another (who I'll call Sally) claims to be 'curious'. Now Jane has decided that she herself may also be bisexual. (She's been hinting at it off and on for years.) In one conversation a week ago, we 'joked' about having a threesome with Sally. Last night she started had a '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110405095960387192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110405095960387192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405095960387192' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110404405122633892</id><published>2004-12-26T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:54:11.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Village Voice: Features: Sex in the First PersonMénages à trois (I've had exactly three) can be sublime, ridiculous fun—playful, giggling, shrieking, moaning, ambidextrous, octopus utopias. I've buried my previously straight face in a former rival's creamy, studded stubble, been boldly fisted by my best friend, and demonstrated my lapping, swirling gustatory technique on her boyfriend, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404405122633892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404405122633892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110404405122633892' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110404403982875043</id><published>2004-12-26T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:53:59.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Village Voice: Features: Sex in the First PersonMénages à trois (I've had exactly three) can be sublime, ridiculous fun—playful, giggling, shrieking, moaning, ambidextrous, octopus utopias. I've buried my previously straight face in a former rival's creamy, studded stubble, been boldly fisted by my best friend, and demonstrated my lapping, swirling gustatory technique on her boyfriend, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404403982875043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404403982875043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110404403982875043' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110404306136870164</id><published>2004-12-26T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:37:41.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bartender Journals: June 2004 The next pair I get at the bar is a couple of lesbians, one pregnant, making kissy face and holding hands. Now these weren’t you run of the mill bull dykes that look like Jared from the subway commercials. These were the kind of carpet munchers you might see on Skinamax or Swank. Seeing these homettes fondle each other brought back a painful memory. The time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404306136870164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404306136870164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110404306136870164' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110404296004792736</id><published>2004-12-26T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:36:00.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>: “I took home these two girls last Christmas. (People in New York like to make fun of L.A. but at least we get laid.) Anyway, it took a lot of drinks to get this girl to come home with me and my girlfriend, so by the time everything was ready to go I was drunk out of my mind. I fell asleep as they were both giving me a blowjob right at the beginning. You don’t know how many times I’ve been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404296004792736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404296004792736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110404296004792736' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110404193244815073</id><published>2004-12-26T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:18:52.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Daily CalifornianWhen the threesome set the date, Suzie and her boyfriend met first to set the mood and warm up for the inevitable awkwardness when the pinch hitter arrived.“They were acting totally normal, like, ‘hey man, what’s up,’ like nothing was going on,” she says. “The next thing I know, Justin’s taking his clothes off and my boyfriend already had his clothes off. Then they just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404193244815073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110404193244815073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110404193244815073' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110387608350995238</id><published>2004-12-24T03:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:14:43.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BUST Lounge: Archive through March 23, 2004: "I don't really have any bad sex stories, per se. As for good sex stories, I dated this one girl for 2 months during which time we were absolutely insatiable. The second her mother left for work, we were at it in the lounge, the bedroom, the shower, the floor...One afternoon we were watching Better Than Chocolate together. As soon as it got to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387608350995238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387608350995238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387608350995238' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110387607214308344</id><published>2004-12-24T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:14:32.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BUST Lounge: Archive through March 23, 2004: "I don't really have any bad sex stories, per se. As for good sex stories, I dated this one girl for 2 months during which time we were absolutely insatiable. The second her mother left for work, we were at it in the lounge, the bedroom, the shower, the floor...One afternoon we were watching Better Than Chocolate together. As soon as it got to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387607214308344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387607214308344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387607214308344' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110387545735057165</id><published>2004-12-24T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:04:17.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be a College Lesbian (09/26/02): "Go ahead! Make out with your roommate in the dorms! Do the two-finger tango with that hottie in American Poets of the 20th Century! Just remember that it's okay to try being a lesbian, then realize it's not for you... just like it's okay to try it and realize it's absolutely for you. What's NOT okay, however, is rushing into it--coming out to everyone you know, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387545735057165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387545735057165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387545735057165' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110387530946416670</id><published>2004-12-24T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T03:01:49.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BUST Lounge: how to make a threesome actually work...: "i don't think my friend properly fancies me. we live like over a thousand miles apart, and she just recently became single after a long term relationship. she's in her 'wild child' episodes right now, and that's cool.i've always thought she was super hot, but i don't really have a fancy for her either.i think she's cool with it. i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387530946416670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387530946416670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387530946416670' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110387210609690914</id><published>2004-12-24T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T02:08:26.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hallelujah, Hot Action Is Back!!! And all that ensued was totally wicked.Looking back, I'm grateful for Pretentious Guy's interruption. All those knowing glances made me so hot for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387210609690914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110387210609690914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387210609690914' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110361433986357771</id><published>2004-12-21T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T02:32:19.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the educated slut: threesome: "Two summers later, I picked up a lovely woman at the Sunshine theatre during a late Sunday evening show of Y Tu Mama Tambien. A week later, she met another woman at a queer ivy league mixer. The three of us hung out for pride. Then the first lady went out of town on business. The second and I went to fire island for the fourth of july, where I sucked her tits until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110361433986357771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110361433986357771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110361433986357771' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110358794841985952</id><published>2004-12-20T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:12:28.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bunny Blog She smiled, got up, walked over to me like a sexy ravenous sailor on shore-leave and kissed me. Next thing I knew we were fucking in the bathroom. Afterward she asked, “Why didn’t you just tell me you liked girls?”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110358794841985952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110358794841985952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110358794841985952' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530169.post-110358725784926863</id><published>2004-12-20T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:00:57.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swimming in a pool of eyes: "then after the movie we started making out on my couch.. decided to move to my bedroom.. even kissing on the way there.. HOT... she came in and started taking off my clothes 'I think.. you shoudnt be wearing any clothes.. and.. neither should i..' :::undressing me:: it was hot.. and so we were making out.. touching and caressing eachother a lot.. then started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110358725784926863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530169/posts/default/110358725784926863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://menageablog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110358725784926863' title=''/><author><name>Apollo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11354560001529661952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
