<?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-32716106</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selen sex stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Woman's Story. My name is Selen and this is my sex stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>selen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00884154200796165076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5338/3579/320/selen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32716106.post-115662335114784455</id><published>2006-08-26T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:15:51.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cotton Dresses. Sex Stories</title><summary type='text'>Cotton Dresses.  Sex StoriesFrom the day I reached puberty, I've always loved cotton dresses. All of the women wore them where I grew up. Soft clingy dresses that molded around the thighs when they walked and swished with the movement of their hips. You could never tell whether they had pants on or not because the cotton kept their secret. The first time I copped a feel from a classmate she had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115662335114784455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32716106&amp;postID=115662335114784455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115662335114784455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115662335114784455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/cotton-dresses-sex-stories.html' title='Cotton Dresses. Sex Stories'/><author><name>selen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00884154200796165076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5338/3579/320/selen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32716106.post-115563240819266530</id><published>2006-08-15T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:00:08.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><summary type='text'>It was earlier than usual when Tom opened his eyes from a good nights sleep, and while looking over at Gary who was still fast asleep, Tom could help but think of how lucky he was to have someone like Gary as a room mate and lover. Both in their early twenties, they were different as night and day. Tom was tall and blond with a definite mid western appeal, while Gary on the other hand was short </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115563240819266530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32716106&amp;postID=115563240819266530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115563240819266530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115563240819266530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>selen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00884154200796165076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5338/3579/320/selen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32716106.post-115557814740506089</id><published>2006-08-14T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:55:47.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Threesome meeting</title><summary type='text'>I was on the computer on a chat page and started chatting with a couple. They said that they were swingers and liked to get together with guys. We emailed each other a few pics. She was a hot little Phillipina with great tits and ass. She was 35 with long black hair and 34b breasts. He was 15 years older than her. We chatted a few times and then they asked me if I would like to meet them. I said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115557814740506089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32716106&amp;postID=115557814740506089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115557814740506089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115557814740506089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/threesome-meeting.html' title='Threesome meeting'/><author><name>selen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00884154200796165076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5338/3579/320/selen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32716106.post-115557662739528755</id><published>2006-08-14T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:38:08.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Job Benefits</title><summary type='text'>My wife, Karen, is a beautiful woman with a dynamite body.The first thing men notice about Karen are her large breasts,which are "D" cups and look out of proportion on her otherwiseslim, petite body.When I first met Karen she was heavier and very much awareof the effect her body (especially her tits) had on men, and wasembarrassed by it. Because of that, she always wore baggyclothing which made </summary><link rel='related' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-job-benefits.html' title='On the Job Benefits'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115557662739528755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32716106&amp;postID=115557662739528755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115557662739528755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115557662739528755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-job-benefits.html' title='On the Job Benefits'/><author><name>selen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00884154200796165076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5338/3579/320/selen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32716106.post-115557616302881301</id><published>2006-08-14T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:22:43.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Daze</title><summary type='text'>I was catching up on some workay home when Sherry called inviting me to have dinner with her and roommate Pam.I gladly accepted. I enjoyed the company of both and had no plans for dinnerthat night anyway. I finished up my work and headed to their apartment.Both greeted me at the door, giggling in their usual girlish manner. It wasobvious they were dressed to tease and torture me through dinner. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115557616302881301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32716106&amp;postID=115557616302881301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115557616302881301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115557616302881301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/college-daze_14.html' title='College Daze'/><author><name>selen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00884154200796165076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5338/3579/320/selen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32716106.post-115556837759296168</id><published>2006-08-14T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:04:41.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><summary type='text'>When I was in High School (40 yearsago), my steady girlfriend and I went to our favorite parking place for a littlekiss and grope in my father's car. This was the mid 60s and that was as far asgood girls went.As the windows began fogging up, we began feeling each other up.At last, she unzipped me and took out my penis. She was shocked at how hard itwas - and wet! She began playing with it and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/115556837759296168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32716106&amp;postID=115556837759296168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115556837759296168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32716106/posts/default/115556837759296168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selen-sex-stories.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>selen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00884154200796165076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5338/3579/320/selen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
