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		<title>Sorority &#8211; part 10</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Autumn Seave
“What does he look like?” I asked when Jada came into the room. My other best friends, Andrea and Chandra, had left last year. Chandra went on to graduate school in another state and Andrea married a kind, gently man who suited her sweet romantic nature. I wondered if you’d helped her find [...]<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Sorority &#8211; part 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Autumn Seave
I was finally away from home and in my first year at university in the city. Home wasn’t so bad. I did miss my parents and my dog, Ruff. But I never, ever, felt like anyone understood me. I was different. In a world where women could do absolutely anything they wanted if [...]<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Screwing the Boss</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Lucy Felthouse
Duncan fiddled nervously with his tie as he perched on the edge of the leather sofa. He was in the reception area of a graphic design company, awaiting an interview.
Some minutes later – Duncan had arrived early – he was approached by a slim blonde twenty-something.
“Mr Steel? We’re ready for you now. I’m [...]<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Sam and Katie</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Lucy Felthouse
Sam sat at his desk, chewing on the end of his pen. She was driving him to distraction, the words on the board could have been anything, he wouldn’t have known. His eyes examined her body, lingering on the gentle curve of her lips, the fullness of her breasts, and the rounded shape [...]<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Ride to the Cabin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Autumn Seave
My husband and I had planned a getaway weekend at a friend&#8217;s cabin and I&#8217;d been thinking about it all week. While we did enjoy a very active sex life, we had to keep noise to a minimum and more often than not it had to be kept to the bedroom because of [...]<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Public Pet</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Cynthia Rayne
&#8220;Come on, pretty. It’s time to go out,&#8221; Lisa purred. &#8220;You’ve been such a good pet by putting all of our things away. Your reward is a walk.&#8221; She unfurled the leather leash she used to lead me. It snapped open easily. &#8220;Come here.&#8221;
I felt a rush of illicit pleasure at her words. [...]<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Website Review &#8211; Real Couples</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Guys, I know you love porn and I know you’d do almost anything to get your girl to watch porn with you – and you’re in luck!  I have just the site that will get your girl to consider watching porn with you.  Real Couples is an amateur site that features real couples [...]<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Photo Finish</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Ken Randall
&#8220;Better sit down, Dave. Got some bad news.&#8221;
Dave looked over his glass of Jack and Coke, nodding a go ahead.
&#8220;Jessie home? Where is she?&#8221;
&#8220;Sleeping, why?&#8221;
Dave’s set his drink down, worried now.
&#8220;I was working the night shift last night at the photo-mat. Guy brought these in. I made copies. Couldn’t destroy the originals. You [...]<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Protected: Hitching a Ride &#8211; The Picture Gallery</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
		<link>http://inkyblueallusions.com/878/</link>
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		<title>Open Door</title>
		<description><![CDATA[by Beau Stevens
&#8220;Close the balcony door Jim, I&#8217;m getting cold&#8221;, said Susie as she pulled the covers up under her chin.
I walked across the foot of the bed slowly, looking at her as a few snowflakes drifted in through the open door. I stopped and put my hands on the wrought-iron footboard, shook my head [...]<br /><div><img src="http://inkyblueallusions.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=0.0" /></div><div>Rating: 0.0/<strong>10</strong> (0 votes cast)</div><br />]]></description>
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