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	<title>Comments on: A shift in my reality</title>
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		<title>By: Tori</title>
		<link>http://www.coypink.com/2009/06/21/a-shift-in-my-reality/comment-page-1/#comment-1640</link>
		<dc:creator>Tori</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 21:28:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I read your posts today, and I agree. . . it *is* hard to describe it all or figure out where to start. There&#039;s no way to write and do justice to:
~ the smell of honeysuckle in the air while we walked in the park
~the easy flow of our conversations about everything from motherhood to homeschooling to how dirty we get with our husbands
~your sweet scent in my car the next day
~how much I wanted to lay you down and bite you hard, but couldn&#039;t find a comfortable enough position
~how awkward I felt and how comfortable at the same time
~our hair falling in our faces. .. how we kept brushing each other&#039;s hair out of the way for more kisses
~ your sweet moans and sighs
~you saying I&#039;m Sweet and me thinking, &quot;not really. . . I&#039;m pretty dirty, but shy&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I read your posts today, and I agree. . . it *is* hard to describe it all or figure out where to start. There&#8217;s no way to write and do justice to:<br />
~ the smell of honeysuckle in the air while we walked in the park<br />
~the easy flow of our conversations about everything from motherhood to homeschooling to how dirty we get with our husbands<br />
~your sweet scent in my car the next day<br />
~how much I wanted to lay you down and bite you hard, but couldn&#8217;t find a comfortable enough position<br />
~how awkward I felt and how comfortable at the same time<br />
~our hair falling in our faces. .. how we kept brushing each other&#8217;s hair out of the way for more kisses<br />
~ your sweet moans and sighs<br />
~you saying I&#8217;m Sweet and me thinking, &#8220;not really. . . I&#8217;m pretty dirty, but shy&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: No need to be coy &#187; Climax</title>
		<link>http://www.coypink.com/2009/06/21/a-shift-in-my-reality/comment-page-1/#comment-1636</link>
		<dc:creator>No need to be coy &#187; Climax</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 19:52:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] instant we were naked together in bed.  He didn&#8217;t need to spend any time getting me ready, she had already taken care of that.  He climbed on top of me and entered my wet and ready [...]</description>
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