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	<description>Chinese vs Japanese Girls</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 02:48:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Cynthia: A Fantasy Ch. 04</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/09/02/cynthia-a-fantasy-ch-04-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 02:48:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victor</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Her involvement deepens.

I loved the fluttering excitement I felt in my stomach that always came whenever I let myself into Nathan's apartment, something I'd been doing for almost a year. I had fun reflecting on what his neighbors thought seeing a lone pretty white woman entering the apartment of a handsome black man. Nathan insisted that I have a key to his place and encouraged me to visit when ever I wished. He made every effort to let me know that I was special and that he had no other lovers; still I only stopped in on invitation. Invitations came whenever my husband was out of town on business; something Nathan knew, since they worked together. Nathan knew Tom was OK about me seeing him as long as I told him everything that went on. ]]></description>
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		<title>Douglas &amp; Carolyn Ch. 04</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/09/02/douglas-carolyn-ch-04-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 21:38:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eddie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Who ends up in his bed?

After cleaning up quick she cuddled against him and they both fell to sleep. The following morning she was kissing him good-bye wondering to herself with all the women that were sure to be at this out of state meeting could he be strong and stay true to her?...........



That evening during one of the first functions many, many women tried throwing themselves at Douglas. He had to admit to himself that many of them were very attractive. 



While sitting at the bar nursing his second drink when a really attractive brunette walked over and sat on the bar stool next to him. She did not even bother to adjust her skirt as it rose up showing her smooth milky white shapely thighs. Douglas glanced down at them and she purposely parted her thighs. Him being only human started to get aroused feeling his cock start to grow. ]]></description>
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		<title>Crazy for BBC (Big Black Cock) Ch. 01</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/08/31/crazy-for-bbc-big-black-cock-ch-01-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 00:24:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesus</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Blonde wife's journey to becoming a BBC slut.

"OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT GREAT BIG BLACK COCK!" Jessica screamed as she pumped the big stiff black ten inch dildo into her soaked pussy. Every time she pushed it in all the way she rubbed her clit with her thumb, and wiggled the shaft in a circle to stimulate her G spot. She felt the firm head bounce against her cervix adding to the agonizing stimulation. Her left hand squeezed her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth, harder and harder, as her crescendo rose.]]></description>
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		<title>BrotherFuture Part 2</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/08/31/brotherfuture-part-2-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesus</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Hakim realizes what he has lost while imprisoned.

Opening scene (O.S.)



Top Down view of Hakim walking among a busy crowded city street. It is winter and the weather is brisk. Hakim heads toward a plain red-brick building. The sign that sits above the entrance says "State Parole Office". Hakim stops to look at the sign before pushing the door inward and entering. 



Chap. 1



"You are not judged by the height you have risen, but from the depth you have climbed."

- Frederick Douglass, Life and Times of Frederick Douglass, 1881



After weeks of not having any luck in securing employment, Hakim's parole agent, Dick Stern, called him and told him to report to the JustUs Golf Club on the other side of town. He was to be interviewed and hired as a busboy. The work was frustrating and demeaning to a fully aware and conscious black man.]]></description>
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		<title>Comforting Cammie</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/08/30/comforting-cammie-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 01:20:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fernando</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Old friends become better friends.

I had just gotten home from a long day's work. It was the end of the quarter and I had to work all day to get the numbers in on time. As I closed the door and hung my keys on the key rack, I heard a faint whimper down the hall. "I guess Cammie's home", I said to myself. 



Cammie was my roommate for a couple of years now and I really enjoyed living with her. We met freshman year in college and kept in touch every since. She was so kind to let me move in with her after I had gone through a very rough spot in my life. But we worked opposite schedules and rarely got to see each other except on those weekends when we hung out with mutual friends, so it was weird for her to be home right now. As I walked down the hallway, the whimper intensified and I realized that she was crying.]]></description>
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		<title>Born For It Ch. 02</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/08/30/born-for-it-ch-02-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 00:34:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Manuel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Kat's obsession is cemented.

After my experience with Andre at the party, I knew that my life had irreversibly changed. My lifelong obsession with black men had finally been realized and I knew that there was no going back. It was what I was born to do, and I was going to do it no matter what. There were many risks, but they seemed insignificant compared to the primal satisfaction that Andre"s pounding black cock had satisfied. 



I spent the weekend recovering from the party and the brutal fucking my body had received. But by Sunday, I knew I was ready for more. I wondered what school was going to be like on Monday, if anyone had seen us or any rumors were spreading. I figured we were pretty safe, but I was still a little worried that someone had noticed us disappearing together, or perhaps walked by the bedroom as I cried out as he impaled me on his hard black shaft. ]]></description>
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		<title>Black Eye Ch. 04</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/08/28/black-eye-ch-04-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 00:26:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fernando</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Michael wins them over.

My mother stared at me for a long time before speaking. "He's not welcome here."



"We're not leaving, Mama."



"Why did you have to do this?"



"Mrs. Johnstone, I love Tarynn."



Michael's words fell on deaf ears. She heard but barely acknowledged him, giving him an angry look, then turning back to me. "You need to take him home."



"He is home, Mama. Anywhere we are together is our home."



Uncle Revis came striding over, his expression filled with hatred. "You need to leave."



Michael held out his hand. "I'm Michael Moorland. Nice to meet you, Mr. … " I could tell that my uncle was fighting the urge to spit on my boyfriend's outstretched hand and I gave him an evil look. When it was obvious that he wasn't going to take it, Michael put his hand down, keeping eye contact with him. "Could I speak with you privately?"]]></description>
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		<title>Anna Goes Home</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/08/26/anna-goes-home-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 00:17:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesus</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Childhood friends share a lot more than memories.

"Come in," Anna said stepping aside to let Mason Tolliver enter the house. It had been eleven years since the two of them had been in that house- her mother's house-together. She slowly followed him through the foyer and watched him shrug out of his blue blazer. He stopped at the closet and hung it up slowly. Then, he toed of his shoes and pushed them into the closet with his foot. 



She couldn't help smiling. It was as if he still expected her mother to fuss at him for walking on her carpet with his dirty shoes. If she was still alive, she would have done just that. It was remarkable to see that her childhood friend was just as trained as she and her brothers and sisters. Mason knew the rules, after spending so many years playing at her house, he was conditioned. Her mother would have been proud. ]]></description>
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		<title>An Extraordinary Woman</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/08/26/an-extraordinary-woman-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 23:52:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rick</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The beautiful JuLee finally says "Fuck me".

"I had not intended to tell this story until later. It is ongoing, and hopefully will not end for years to come. But when I consider the purpose of these stories, to share the remarkable women who have enriched my life, JuLee is probably the most extraordinary of remarkable women and deserves a place at the front of the queue. So I will start this Paean to JuLee now, and perhaps supplement it with later episodes. 



JuLee contributed to my recollections and has added her comments in italics.



Thanks also to Mandy Marie for her invaluable assistance in helping me with the editing."]]></description>
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		<title>A Long Time Coming Ch. 03</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/08/24/a-long-time-coming-ch-03-2/</link>
		<comments>http://www.canoed.fr/2010/08/24/a-long-time-coming-ch-03-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 01:30:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eddie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The affair continues.

The loud sounds of the state fair drowned out the noise coming from the haystack maze. Claimed to be the largest haystack maze in America served to be the perfect covers for the two lovers. John proudly strutted out of the exit of the maze, looking around as he left it's complex tunnels to look around for Marcus and Jamie. 



In a dead end in the maze the two lovers could only smile and laugh at each other. The white wife on her knees, her mouth filled to the brim with her lover's manhood trying for her life to get him off quickly. The fear of being caught by adult, child, or security would've been the greatest shame but gave them the greatest level of excitement.]]></description>
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