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	<title>Canoed Blog</title>
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	<description>Chinese vs Japanese Girls</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 02:01:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Natalie Gets Seconds</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/02/06/natalie-gets-seconds/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 02:01:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fernando</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[18-year-old &#038; her teacher share their final encounter.

NEED TO TALK, the note said. MEET ME IN THE BOY'S WASHROOM BY THE GYM. FIRST PERIOD.



The note was written on an index card, and taped to the inside of Natalie Junswick's locker. At the bottom of the index card, Mr. Randle had signed his name. 



Natalie hadn't seen Mr. Randle in weeks, since an unfortunate incident at her house; inside Natalie's bedroom. The episode had nearly cost Mr. Randle his job as a substitute teacher; therefore she was astonished he would set up their next encounter on school grounds. ]]></description>
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		<title>Outta Control Pt. 05</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/02/06/outta-control-pt-05/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 23:55:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesus</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Mel seduces Edi in lingerie store.

- - - - - - - 



"Cat, do you remember the time??? And you too M Double, dirty MILF)"



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Chapter 1



"Come on in darling. 'Less you gonna stand there all night!" Mel smiled sweetly at her husband. "Come on in honey bunny!"



"Yeah," Edi growled and brushed past, bumping her out of the way with his shoulder. Mel shoved him in the back, sending him staggering. Edi growled furiously and whirled around to glare at Mel. Val and Trish jumped to their feet, moving quickly between the two of them.]]></description>
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		<title>Mine Ch. 07</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/02/04/mine-ch-07/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 02:23:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesus</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[She bends to his will.

She must have dozed off, because when Narissa woke up, it took a moment to remember where she was. Not only that, she had to urinate so badly that she felt her bladder would burst any second. She attempted to move her head but it was jerked back by the chain connected to her collar. She suddenly remembered where she was. It wasn"t a nightmare after all. The dungeon like room was ice cold, and she shivered uncontrollably.



The room was pitch black, she was starving, cold, sore, and she had to pee. Just great, she thought to herself. She would be damned if she pissed herself she thought angrily. She did not want to give Jake the satisfaction in case it was something that he got off on. She had heard about perverts like that. ]]></description>
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		<title>My Black Goddess</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/02/04/my-black-goddess/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 01:05:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Manuel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[His dreams realized.

Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy as she rose and fell on my stiff cock. I had reached up and cupped her smallish tits, pinching and rolling her taut nipples between thumbs and forefingers. For her part, she had both hands at her groin, rubbing her now prominent clit. The soft "Unh...unh," sounds she had been making got louder and louder and her movements more rapid as she approached her climax. 



Then, "Oh yes, yes," and she ceased moving completely, my cock buried fully in her hot, wet cunt, her clit now pressed firmly against my pubic bone. Her hands covered mine at her tits, forcing me to pinch her fully erect nipples ferociously. Her body shivered as she rode thru her orgasm, breathing in gasps until, with one long breath, her climax ended.]]></description>
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		<title>L&#8217;Affaire C. 04</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/02/04/laffaire-c-04/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 00:24:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Manuel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Liam finds a kindred pervert in Carly.

Carly stared down at the papers in her hand, dumbfounded. He'd had her served at work. Was he trying to humiliate her? It's okay Carly, she told herself, you just have to get through this last year of law school and then you can move away from this God-forsaken place.



"Whatcha got, Barbie? You look perturbed."



Carly looked up to watch Liam approach. He looked gorgeous. Again. Still. His suit was grey today, but he wore a white shirt with thin pink stripes and a pink tie. He made it work, but then, he could probably make a Santa tie work. ]]></description>
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		<title>Kim</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/02/02/kim/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 02:14:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fernando</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Lesbian couple hires black bodybuilder to father child.

Watching my raven-haired beauty and lover of three years in the arms of a black bodybuilder named Sean Dixon makes my pussy ache. The two of them lie naked on their sides in front of our floor to ceiling closet door mirrors in our bedroom. Kim breathes hard as Sean kneads her small hard breasts in his powerful hands, long fingers grazing the tips of her excited nipples.



Kim's pubic hair is shaved except for a short, narrow strip of dark brown hair just above her pussy. She is waif-like thin, with flawless white skin and the most amazingly small, perfect breasts I have seen on any girl or woman. After growing up in a strict, religious home in Tennessee, it's amazing to see how far she's come. She's been my partner since coming to Los Angeles to pursue acting. We met at an open call for dancers in a music video. With my encouragement, she's been modeling nude in print and on the web for the past two years. Her latest project involves a streaming video website where she has sex with three other women on a regular basis for an appreciative internet audience. ]]></description>
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		<title>Jip Ch. 02</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 01:43:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Jip spends the night with Renee.

*Part 2, A Night In The Life*



"Jip was at his aunt's place at the end of part one. He is still there, spending the night with Renee, the Haitian woman he'd met earlier in the week."



"I've never gone to bed with a woman before. To sleep. It feels very strange." Jip hugged her. "I want to feel you, all warm, right beside me, and go to sleep smelling you there. You know? I'd like that very much."



"It can be comforting," Renee's voice came softly. His talk of smelling brought sharp memories of her loss. "I wish we could always do that, and have nice babies to sleep with and make comforted by smelling good and being warm. I miss family, Jips."]]></description>
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		<title>Kate</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/02/02/kate/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 23:07:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Interviewer gets the scoop of a lifetime.

"The following is a work of erotic fiction; any resemblance to people, places, or things, which currently exist or ever have, is purely coincidental. The author depicts unsafe sexual practices which are not to be imitated in this age of rampant S.T.D.s. Please, for your own safety and that of your loved ones, use condoms or refrain from unsafe sexual acts or partners."



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This was to be the best day of young Kate's life. The day she was to interview the number one ranked college offensive line in the country. Kate had been a reporter for the local news paper for almost three years and the first female sports writer on its' staff in living memory, so for her this was the chance to show her detractors that a woman could do just as good a job of covering the sports news as a man. As she got up that morning she carefully chose her clothing to be professional but not stiff, and therefore she wore a white cotton button down shirt under a pale blue chiffon blazer with a mid-thigh length skirt and black pumps with a 3 inch heel to help her overcome her diminutive 5'3" frame. As she dressed she admired her figure in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. The shirt was a couple of years old but was still quite wearable even if a bit tight, the buttons strained to cover her 36c bust and the skirt, she noticed, tended to ride up a bit when she sat but, this had always been a help in the past to get the guys off guard in the interview. The last thing she chose to complete the ensemble was a pair of white thong panties and peach strapless bra to accentuate her upturned breasts and tight rounded ass.]]></description>
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		<title>Jade &amp; Jorel Ch. 5</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/01/31/jade-jorel-ch-5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 02:05:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Duane</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Origins are discovered &#038; secrets revealed when gal pal visits.

"Please take a moment and vote and/or send feedback regarding this story. Your input is greatly appreciated."





Early Monday morning as Jade slept peacefully the phone roused her from slumber. On the other end was her best friend from back home, Akiko.



"Jade? What"s up honey it"s me Akiko!!"



"Akiko wow it"s been almost a year. I thought you forgot about me. How are you? What"s shaking babe?"



"What"s shaking? Whoa you are definitely officially Americanized. I"ve got big news for you. I"m coming to the states in three days and you"re going to be my tour guide!!!!!" ]]></description>
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		<title>I Had No Clue</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/01/31/i-had-no-clue/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 21:23:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victor</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The things you find at Home Depot.

I had no clue I would be meeting anyone, especially at Home Depot. I was wearing jeans, work boots and a beat up old flannel shirt. This was the week that I planned to spend rebuilding the porch around the house. I was at Home Depot picking up the nails, flashing and some miscellaneous tools. As I shut the tailgate of my truck she was walking by. She was gorgeous. The breeze pushed her fragrance toward me. She smelled so sweet, not overpowering simply enticing. I stopped and watched her, smiling to her as she passed by, "Hello." She flashed a smile, "Hi." I wondered quietly what it would take to win a woman like that. I climbed into the truck and cranked it up watching her pull away in her little BMW convertible. I knew when I saw that car that a beautiful, sophisticated black woman would not date a Z71 driving white guy. I didn"t know at that moment how wrong I was.]]></description>
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