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		<title>By: arsene</title>
		<link>http://debauchette.com/2008/01/what-im-thinking-when-im-checking-you-out-6/comment-page-1/#comment-1855</link>
		<dc:creator>arsene</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 23:27:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;i&gt;old lovers
only her left nipple
becomes erect&lt;/i&gt;

- Lee Gurga</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>old lovers<br />
only her left nipple<br />
becomes erect</i></p>
<p>- Lee Gurga</p>
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		<title>By: i miss this &#171; Heartbroken but monogamous</title>
		<link>http://debauchette.com/2008/01/what-im-thinking-when-im-checking-you-out-6/comment-page-1/#comment-1854</link>
		<dc:creator>i miss this &#171; Heartbroken but monogamous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 22:20:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] anymore&#8230; haven&#8217;t for ages. But I love the feeling of knowing something like this  is going on, and I wish I could enjoy the feeling without [...]</description>
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		<title>By: The Fellatio Artist &#38; The Geek</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Fellatio Artist &#38; The Geek</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 01:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was a skinny kid of about 18-19 when I had a summer job as an ironworker. All 110 lbs of me browned form the sun. A handsome friend of mine who seemed to attract the girls with his easy smile and rangy but fit frame was working beside me as we used 8 lb &#039;beaters&#039; to pound in the re-bar. He pointed out to me to check the skin on my for-arms for the day. Flexed you couldn&#039;t even really grasp a flap of skin because the skin was the same size as always and the arm was swollen from the several hours of abuse. He knew I had a bit of a crush on Patty who had a crush on him. &quot;So he says to me, keep swinging that sledge, Patty likes strong forearms.&quot;

This reminded me of endless workouts in even younger days, trying unsuccessfully to coax weight onto my runner&#039;s frame. I would delight at veins in my forearms, after a friend reported that his sister&#039;s answer to &quot;What do girls find sexy in guys?&quot; was &quot;Veins in their forearms.&quot;

Well here was something my unique physique would allow.  I&#039;d have forearms of a blacksmith. I worked myself that day to the point that I could not raise my arms above my waist by the end of the day.

In all the intervening years, you are now only the third woman I have heard of to find forearms specifically sexy. At this point in my life, I am actually glad that years of office work has reduced mine. Don&#039;t need Popeye arms giving me away when I crossdress!

-The Geek</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a skinny kid of about 18-19 when I had a summer job as an ironworker. All 110 lbs of me browned form the sun. A handsome friend of mine who seemed to attract the girls with his easy smile and rangy but fit frame was working beside me as we used 8 lb &#8216;beaters&#8217; to pound in the re-bar. He pointed out to me to check the skin on my for-arms for the day. Flexed you couldn&#8217;t even really grasp a flap of skin because the skin was the same size as always and the arm was swollen from the several hours of abuse. He knew I had a bit of a crush on Patty who had a crush on him. &#8220;So he says to me, keep swinging that sledge, Patty likes strong forearms.&#8221;</p>
<p>This reminded me of endless workouts in even younger days, trying unsuccessfully to coax weight onto my runner&#8217;s frame. I would delight at veins in my forearms, after a friend reported that his sister&#8217;s answer to &#8220;What do girls find sexy in guys?&#8221; was &#8220;Veins in their forearms.&#8221;</p>
<p>Well here was something my unique physique would allow.  I&#8217;d have forearms of a blacksmith. I worked myself that day to the point that I could not raise my arms above my waist by the end of the day.</p>
<p>In all the intervening years, you are now only the third woman I have heard of to find forearms specifically sexy. At this point in my life, I am actually glad that years of office work has reduced mine. Don&#8217;t need Popeye arms giving me away when I crossdress!</p>
<p>-The Geek</p>
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		<title>By: Phil</title>
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		<dc:creator>Phil</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 14:46:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great descriptive and erotic writing... loving your style and words having just discovered your blog, thanks for putting so much into words and sharing your inspiring thoughts and experiences.
Phil.
Hampshire.
England.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great descriptive and erotic writing&#8230; loving your style and words having just discovered your blog, thanks for putting so much into words and sharing your inspiring thoughts and experiences.<br />
Phil.<br />
Hampshire.<br />
England.</p>
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		<title>By: a r s e n e</title>
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		<dc:creator>a r s e n e</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:47:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;b&gt;Medical alert&lt;/a&gt;

Pulse rate 180. Bathed in sweat. Seeking alcohol to bring heart rate back down.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><b>Medical alert</p>
<p>Pulse rate 180. Bathed in sweat. Seeking alcohol to bring heart rate back down.</b></p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 20:06:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah...

Reading this just makes my mind just go off.  The style of your writing and the implicit detail you convey through your words makes me want to pin you up against the wall and take decisive action against you.

Pinning you hard against the wall, I&#039;d slide my hands up your legs, hike up your skirt, and  feel every inch of your subtle skin.  After feeling how wet you are, I&#039;d arch your back with your body still pressed against the wall - thus exposing your beautiful ass, and spank you so hard until I could see the redness in each of your cheeks.  I can only imagine what would transpire from there.

Ahhh.....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah&#8230;</p>
<p>Reading this just makes my mind just go off.  The style of your writing and the implicit detail you convey through your words makes me want to pin you up against the wall and take decisive action against you.</p>
<p>Pinning you hard against the wall, I&#8217;d slide my hands up your legs, hike up your skirt, and  feel every inch of your subtle skin.  After feeling how wet you are, I&#8217;d arch your back with your body still pressed against the wall &#8211; thus exposing your beautiful ass, and spank you so hard until I could see the redness in each of your cheeks.  I can only imagine what would transpire from there.</p>
<p>Ahhh&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>By: axe</title>
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		<dc:creator>axe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 18:36:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That settles it!! I&#039;m joining a gym to work on my forearms!

Good luck across the pond.   Not that you need any.   Consider it foreign relations.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That settles it!! I&#8217;m joining a gym to work on my forearms!</p>
<p>Good luck across the pond.   Not that you need any.   Consider it foreign relations.</p>
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