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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Tutor Fantasy'/><title type='text'>The Tutor Fantasy</title><summary type='text'>It's a late summer night, not too hot. The fan and the crickets compete for sound dominance. I'm tired, but I can't sleep and I want to come. Dan is lying perfectly still next to me, hands folded neatly across his belly. I know he's not asleep. He never falls asleep before me. I glance at the clock--six hours and we have to be up. If we fuck, we'll be lucky to get five.I roll over and kiss his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4164978362885494461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/tutor-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4164978362885494461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4164978362885494461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/tutor-fantasy.html' title='The Tutor Fantasy'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6632100208606509070</id><published>2010-02-15T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:04:00.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ugly But Adorable Lover'/><title type='text'>The Ugly But Adorable Lover</title><summary type='text'>This may sound stupid, but the best lover I had in my life, was a short ugly guy whith a belly and a short dick. Let me tell you what he did to give me the greatest sex I ever had.I came to his apartment, we had a drink started a filthy conversation and suddenly he asked me to grab a chair and come to him. He was sitting on a sofa, put the chair in front of him took my hips in his arms and turned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6632100208606509070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ugly-but-adorable-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6632100208606509070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6632100208606509070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ugly-but-adorable-lover.html' title='The Ugly But Adorable Lover'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-7264519286886078244</id><published>2010-02-15T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:06:15.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Tiger&apos;s Ring'/><title type='text'>The Tiger's Ring</title><summary type='text'>As a lover of the "Grandest Tiger in the Jungle," I've learned some of the most provocative ways of mesmerizing a beast. Anal play from a female to male is considered taboo to some, but I must share the intensity of the lesson my Grand Tiger taught me in the fine art of *rimming*.As He is lying flat on his stomach, relaxed and CLEAN from a nice shower, take your nakedness and trace His body with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7264519286886078244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/tigers-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7264519286886078244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7264519286886078244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/tigers-ring.html' title='The Tiger&apos;s Ring'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8999854777923662714</id><published>2010-02-15T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:01:35.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ultimate Sexual Submission'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Sexual Submission</title><summary type='text'>He came to semi-consciousness in the middle of the night, knowing from the softness of her lovely ass that she must have backed into him. He smiled vaguely, very pleased with the gesture. She had only been with him two weeks, and he had lived alone for nearly three years before that. Yet he had acclimated very quickly to her presence, partly because they had emailed and IMed on a daily basis for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8999854777923662714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimate-sexual-submission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8999854777923662714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8999854777923662714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimate-sexual-submission.html' title='The Ultimate Sexual Submission'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1837203262620323475</id><published>2010-02-15T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:58:31.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ultimate Trust 1'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Trust 1</title><summary type='text'>They had an incredible relationship. Tricia had only known this man a short time, but there wasn't a thing she would deny him. He awakened so many feelings long ago forgotten.Tricia was far from insecure, success had found it's way into her life more than once. Blessed long ago with intelligence and charm, now only her beauty surpassed her charismatic personality. She set about carving out a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1837203262620323475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimate-trust-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1837203262620323475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1837203262620323475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimate-trust-1.html' title='The Ultimate Trust 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-772740536455019077</id><published>2010-02-15T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:58:58.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ultimate Trust 2'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Trust 2</title><summary type='text'>Davis knew he had her now, all he needed to do was be patient, hold out just a little longer, and she would be his. Tricia felt his finger pressing gently against her now, trying to gain access past her tight little ring. In her present state, she was helpless to anything Davis wanted. Each time she threw her hips up to meet his sweet mouth, a little more of his finger disappeared inside her. She</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/772740536455019077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimate-trust-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/772740536455019077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/772740536455019077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimate-trust-2.html' title='The Ultimate Trust 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-3815986026095475310</id><published>2010-02-15T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:57:34.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Unexpected Christmas Present'/><title type='text'>The Unexpected Christmas Present</title><summary type='text'>After being together for some twenty years, my wife, Janet and I knew each other pretty well. We knew each other well sexually as well. While some women may have to hint around for their guy to go downtown, most times I could hardly wait to lick Janet's pussy. I enjoyed it so much, that I would lick slowly, up and down both sides of her pussy lips so I could make the pleasure last. After each of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3815986026095475310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/unexpected-christmas-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3815986026095475310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3815986026095475310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/unexpected-christmas-present.html' title='The Unexpected Christmas Present'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-4838481744574955961</id><published>2010-02-15T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:55:18.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Virgin Bride 2'/><title type='text'>The Virgin Bride 2</title><summary type='text'>It wasn't difficult. She was tight but very aroused and wet. He had to make slow, repeated thrusts, each time getting in somewhat deeper, and deeper, but eventually he found his dick fully engorged by her cunt. It was so nice. For him, doing it from behind was perhaps the next best thing to doing it in the behind. He could at least imagine that his cock was in her butt. From his vantage point, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4838481744574955961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-bride-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4838481744574955961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4838481744574955961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-bride-2.html' title='The Virgin Bride 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-7561903381911396695</id><published>2010-02-15T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:54:55.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Virgin Bride 1'/><title type='text'>The Virgin Bride 1</title><summary type='text'>Their special night finally arrived. Lisa had been looking forward to this all her life. Actually, she had been looking forward to finding the right man all her life.Lisa was a romantic. She didn't mind admitting it. She wasn't embarrassed by it. She cried so terribly much during all of the romantic movies. Of course she cried when Rose lets go of Jack's hand, when Nickie sees the painting on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7561903381911396695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-bride-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7561903381911396695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7561903381911396695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-bride-1.html' title='The Virgin Bride 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-3197360693661934890</id><published>2010-02-15T13:50:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:56:00.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Virgin Bride 4'/><title type='text'>The Virgin Bride 4</title><summary type='text'>And, it was gradually becoming a nice sensation, like she was being filled up, being engorged, by the big, hard cock of her lover, now her husband forever. Alec was not a particularly big man down there, but he felt like quite the hunk, the stud, right now. "Honey, you really feel so big this way." She kind of liked it. It reminded her of the first few times she had done it, when she really was a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3197360693661934890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-bride-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3197360693661934890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3197360693661934890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-bride-4.html' title='The Virgin Bride 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2778196689545251194</id><published>2010-02-15T13:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:55:36.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Virgin Bride 3'/><title type='text'>The Virgin Bride 3</title><summary type='text'>She felt moisture in her hand, realizing for the first time that he had cum as well. She rolled over and smiled. She said to him as she lightly stroked the wet spot in his pants. "Well, I guess that was fun for you too?""Believe it or not, I think I had more fun than you."She reached up with her left hand and played with the hairs on his chest that poked through his shirt. "Honey, you didn't do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2778196689545251194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-bride-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2778196689545251194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2778196689545251194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/virgin-bride-3.html' title='The Virgin Bride 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5975205304719094368</id><published>2010-02-15T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:53:09.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit 2'/><title type='text'>The Visit 2</title><summary type='text'>Lee moved his bearded lips to her mouth and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Almost to his surprise, Kay met his tongue with an incredibly passionate kiss. "Oh Lee." she moaned as quietly as she could. "What are you doing to me? Oh my god Lee. We need to stop...oh god." she whispered under her breath still sucking on his lips as he fucked her. "Fuck have I missed you so much. I loved you so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5975205304719094368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5975205304719094368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5975205304719094368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit-2.html' title='The Visit 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-7335626181713220421</id><published>2010-02-15T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:52:37.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit 1'/><title type='text'>The Visit 1</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it wasn't really a conscious decision. They had been dating for over a year and half, and living together for over a year of that time. Their life together was unique, almost idyllic. They had just bought a house on two acres, a little distance from town. There were gardens, dogs, animals. The place helped to foster a genuine love between them. And Sam loved her more deeply then anything he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7335626181713220421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7335626181713220421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7335626181713220421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit.html' title='The Visit 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-7251594413686084457</id><published>2010-02-15T12:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:30:07.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit Act 2'/><title type='text'>The Visit Act 2</title><summary type='text'>Lee moved his bearded lips to her mouth and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Almost to his surprise, Kay met his tongue with an incredibly passionate kiss. "Oh Lee." she moaned as quietly as she could. "What are you doing to me? Oh my god Lee. We need to stop...oh god." she whispered under her breath still sucking on his lips as he fucked her. "Fuck have I missed you so much. I loved you so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7251594413686084457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit-act-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7251594413686084457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7251594413686084457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit-act-2.html' title='The Visit Act 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-7079343129587300623</id><published>2010-02-15T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:29:47.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Visit Act 1'/><title type='text'>The Visit Act 1</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it wasn't really a conscious decision. They had been dating for over a year and half, and living together for over a year of that time. Their life together was unique, almost idyllic. They had just bought a house on two acres, a little distance from town. There were gardens, dogs, animals. The place helped to foster a genuine love between them. And Sam loved her more deeply then anything he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7079343129587300623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit-act-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7079343129587300623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7079343129587300623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit-act-1.html' title='The Visit Act 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2469766444929497949</id><published>2010-02-15T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:26:06.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Way Love Goes'/><title type='text'>The Way Love Goes</title><summary type='text'>Every once in a while there comes along a piece of poetry that can capture the essence of a moment within its words. Sometimes these words languish undiscovered for years and sometimes they are discovered by someone with talent. Only then can these words of knowledge, passion and other emotions be put to music and become a true piece of art.Such artistic pieces exist in the words to the song "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2469766444929497949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-love-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2469766444929497949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2469766444929497949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-love-goes.html' title='The Way Love Goes'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2285336948893010399</id><published>2010-02-15T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:28:30.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Washroom'/><title type='text'>The Washroom</title><summary type='text'>Setting:The washroom, You are wearing a white thong and white bra, clothes hanging from the shelves and in baskets around us, you are just changing the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I walk in, the lights are on and bright.You do not notice me as you?ve just turned on the dryer and have loaded the washer with another load as it is filling up. I turn off the lights, we are plunged in a deep</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2285336948893010399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/washroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2285336948893010399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2285336948893010399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/washroom.html' title='The Washroom'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2995805383165713139</id><published>2010-02-15T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:22:30.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Window Sill'/><title type='text'>The Window Sill</title><summary type='text'>I enjoyed your dream. I read it late last night and in my sleep I joined you in your dream . . .Our taxi had left us standing at the front entrance to the hotel. A very nice, old, tall building. As you wandered around the lobby looking at the art I checked us in. The clerk saw us enter together and after handing me the keys, winked and said "Have a good time!" I smiled at her and licked my lips. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2995805383165713139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/window-sill_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2995805383165713139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2995805383165713139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/window-sill_15.html' title='The Window Sill'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5769157388605859388</id><published>2010-02-15T12:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:21:53.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wife&apos;s Panties'/><title type='text'>The Wife's Panties</title><summary type='text'>The water from the shower rinsed away the last bit of shaving cream from my lower stomach and upper thighs. My nether region was shaved bald and completely smooth with the anticipation that I would later ask my wife to take me into her mouth. She preferred that I stay clean shaven on all areas that she enjoyed kissing, so I did my best to keep her happy.My time in the shower was coming to a close</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5769157388605859388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wifes-panties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5769157388605859388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5769157388605859388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wifes-panties.html' title='The Wife&apos;s Panties'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-224183496311927339</id><published>2010-02-15T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:20:33.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Wizard and the Witch'/><title type='text'>The Wizard and the Witch</title><summary type='text'>All right, how do I begin?Oh, OK - you know those letters to Hustler about those anonymous guys who end up having hot, crazy sex with swimsuit models in the middle of the park? This isn't one of those stories. I don't know any swimsuit models, though I do feel a couple of my female friends would look great in a bikini. I also guess you could say what happened was hot, and it was certainly crazy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/224183496311927339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wizard-and-witch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/224183496311927339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/224183496311927339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wizard-and-witch.html' title='The Wizard and the Witch'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6726326972219409095</id><published>2010-02-15T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:19:56.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yard'/><title type='text'>The Yard</title><summary type='text'>After a bad divorce I had moved to a new town. I found a job within a few weeks, but it was far from the ideal job. I was a mechanic's helper in the city garage, working on garbage trucks, an often nasty job. Once in a while, after I was able to wash up enough, I stopped in at one of the local pubs, and in time got to know a couple of the other guys who seem to hang out there. I guess I bitched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6726326972219409095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6726326972219409095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6726326972219409095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/yard.html' title='The Yard'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-361131432500054451</id><published>2010-02-15T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:21:12.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Window Sill'/><title type='text'>The Window Sill</title><summary type='text'>I enjoyed your dream. I read it late last night and in my sleep I joined you in your dream . . .Our taxi had left us standing at the front entrance to the hotel. A very nice, old, tall building. As you wandered around the lobby looking at the art I checked us in. The clerk saw us enter together and after handing me the keys, winked and said "Have a good time!" I smiled at her and licked my lips. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/361131432500054451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/window-sill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/361131432500054451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/361131432500054451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/window-sill.html' title='The Window Sill'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-4837518553633971431</id><published>2010-02-15T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:19:15.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thermocouch'/><title type='text'>Thermocouch</title><summary type='text'>My wife Barbara is a great gal. Although just over five feet tall, she looks great and still manages to attract attention when she is in public. She is a good-looking woman and I think that she sometimes enjoys the attention and the looks that she gets from other men. Barb has an ideal figure, great proportions, and if I haven't mentioned it already, she has a 'killer' ass.A while back, about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4837518553633971431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thermocouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4837518553633971431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4837518553633971431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thermocouch.html' title='Thermocouch'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1706300058513445003</id><published>2010-02-15T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:18:18.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thermomall 1'/><title type='text'>Thermomall 1</title><summary type='text'>One Saturday morning, Barbara and I went to the local Mall to do a little shopping. This is about a once a month event. We normally split up when we get there and go our separate ways for a while. We always decide to meet at a particular place and time (I usually opt for Friendlys' or the Coffee and pastry shop). Today was no different; we were to meet at the coffee shop at about twelve thirty.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1706300058513445003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thermomall-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1706300058513445003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1706300058513445003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thermomall-1.html' title='Thermomall 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-653815406211137330</id><published>2010-02-15T12:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:18:36.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thermomall 2'/><title type='text'>Thermomall 2</title><summary type='text'>After a couple of minutes, we picked up our towels and went inside the house. It was COLD in there! Barbara quickly retrieved a blanket from behind the family room sofa and we wrapped it around us and stood there in the middle of the room for a couple of minutes. We went over and sat on the couch and kept the blanket around us while we tried to figure out our next move. I suggested a hot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/653815406211137330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thermomall-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/653815406211137330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/653815406211137330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thermomall-2.html' title='Thermomall 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-3359537312222560740</id><published>2010-02-15T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:17:15.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='They Call Me Spankx'/><title type='text'>They Call Me Spankx</title><summary type='text'>They always called me Mari, though my name was Maribeth. That is until I started working at the local tavern. It didn't take long for those horny guys to dub me "Spankx." All the girls who worked at the tavern wore a uniform consisting of a white tank top, blue denim micro-miniskirt, red garters with nude stocking. The only thing that we had any say so about was the type of undergarments we wore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3359537312222560740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-call-me-spankx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3359537312222560740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3359537312222560740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-call-me-spankx.html' title='They Call Me Spankx'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8982000997559984008</id><published>2010-02-15T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:15:51.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='They Finally Meet'/><title type='text'>They Finally Meet</title><summary type='text'>Aaron has just landed at the airport and Janie is waiting for him there.As soon as He see her he walk right up to her and kisses her softly at first and then passionately right there in the middle of the airport.They walk hand in hand to her car and kiss again before they drive off.On the way to her place there is a bit of fondling and caressing and she decides to turn off the main road and get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8982000997559984008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-finally-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8982000997559984008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8982000997559984008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-finally-meet.html' title='They Finally Meet'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1757661724829965316</id><published>2010-02-15T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:15:07.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things Aren&apos;t Always What They Seem'/><title type='text'>Things Aren't Always What They Seem</title><summary type='text'>Jessie looked in the rearview mirror with dismay as the lights on the patrol car behind her lit up. She knew without a doubt in her mind that her driving days were over with. There was absolutely no way that she could afford another speeding ticket. Her insurance just couldn't handle another point and she was already paying out the ass as it was.As Jessie pulled over to the side of the road, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1757661724829965316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-arent-always-what-they-seem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1757661724829965316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1757661724829965316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-arent-always-what-they-seem.html' title='Things Aren&apos;t Always What They Seem'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1914225615318271222</id><published>2010-02-15T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:14:20.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking of You'/><title type='text'>Thinking of You</title><summary type='text'>As I drift off to sleep I'm remembering our lovemaking from earlier in the day....I'd just got back from an interstate business trip and I remember how you greeted me at the front door.You were wearing your favourite summer dress. Little did I know you were naked underneath.You threw your arms around my neck and kissed me hard your tongue pushing hard against mine. You smell fantastic, you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1914225615318271222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1914225615318271222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1914225615318271222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of You'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5521824554850384650</id><published>2010-02-15T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:12:53.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Ass Will Take It All'/><title type='text'>This Ass Will Take It All</title><summary type='text'>“Bend over and spread your ass cheeks" he told her. She complied. He started licking her asshole and shoving his tongue deep into her ass. He was using first one, then two fingers to help stretch her asshole open. “Tonight Daddy wants to see you take many things up your ass like a good little girl. First, we will start with one of these taper candles”He then proceeded to slowly ease the slender </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5521824554850384650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-ass-will-take-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5521824554850384650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5521824554850384650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-ass-will-take-it-all.html' title='This Ass Will Take It All'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8747373477507375875</id><published>2010-02-15T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:12:14.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Funeral Smells Like a Pussy'/><title type='text'>This Funeral Smells Like a Pussy</title><summary type='text'>I spent two summers working at a camp in Bridgehampton. Stone-cold rich women would give us their children while they went to their tennis lessons. The first year I worked there the kids loved me. At any point in the day I could be found carrying two or three of them on my back, looking like an elephant at the circus. They loved me. I was big and hairy. I didn't have to do much to get them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8747373477507375875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-funeral-smells-like-pussy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8747373477507375875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8747373477507375875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-funeral-smells-like-pussy.html' title='This Funeral Smells Like a Pussy'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1996520383348301652</id><published>2010-02-15T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:13:35.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Third Date'/><title type='text'>Third Date</title><summary type='text'>I had met Lisa through an internet dating service. We had already gone out on two dates, each one ending in some really kinky sex. On our first date she had licked my asshole. On our second date, I had eaten my come out of her pussy. On the third date, I was hoping for a chance to fuck her sweet ass.Two days after our second date, I stopped by Lisa's house. We decided not to go out, but stay in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1996520383348301652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/third-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1996520383348301652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1996520383348301652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/third-date.html' title='Third Date'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1209549838300171210</id><published>2010-02-15T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:11:28.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Is For Science'/><title type='text'>This Is For Science</title><summary type='text'>Here's the great part; when I push the IV needle through the pale skin inside her elbow, my cock is already deep up her ass. She's just begun to catch her breath from my single impaling thrust, when the needle's prick comes without warning. This is the part I love-- I feel her ass contract tightly from the pain, but she's well-disciplined now, and doesn't even flinch. Her name is Dr. Linsmuir, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1209549838300171210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-for-science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1209549838300171210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1209549838300171210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-for-science.html' title='This Is For Science'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5734565242859808940</id><published>2010-02-15T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:09:51.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Year 1'/><title type='text'>This Year 1</title><summary type='text'>With a quick motion I toss my backpack on one of the beds in my hotel room. That simple action means the weekend begins.I'm here again in this city, getting together with a number of my on-line friends and acquaintances. We're a closely knit group from all over the world. Our people have several of these little gatherings every year. We party, sight see, and do other things as well. Casting off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5734565242859808940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-year-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5734565242859808940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5734565242859808940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-year-1.html' title='This Year 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-3011347850736809078</id><published>2010-02-15T12:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:08:22.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three For Tea'/><title type='text'>Three For Tea</title><summary type='text'>Sara and Ron had been a couple for the entire time they were in high school. Ron played in a local rock band that often played at the school dances, which is how she met him. He was a strikingly handsome young man, and slightly full of himself. Sara was a beautiful young girl herself; she had medium length brown hair and was rather thin. But it was her eyes that you noticed; gorgeous brown eyes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3011347850736809078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-for-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3011347850736809078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3011347850736809078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-for-tea.html' title='Three For Tea'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6318990312868100885</id><published>2010-02-15T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:07:37.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three-Input Lady'/><title type='text'>Three-Input Lady</title><summary type='text'>Jasmine and I have been seeing each other for about three years now. Although I was totally in love with her, I have to admit I was getting a little bored with our sex life, and I found my eyes were straying a little more than they should. I most definitely did not want to cheat on her, though, so I figured it was time to try and make her into a three-input lady.Jasmine had the cutest little ass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6318990312868100885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-input-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6318990312868100885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6318990312868100885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-input-lady.html' title='Three-Input Lady'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1750997684842582431</id><published>2010-02-15T12:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:10:11.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Year 2'/><title type='text'>This Year 2</title><summary type='text'>A near scream rockets out of her. Her legs flex, she pushes herself against me, seeking me deep inside her. Trembling, her thighs press against my cheeks. She shudders, jerks. And explodes.I taste the gush of her climax on my tongue. Her body goes tight as a piano wire. My ears hear a sweet, whistling sob full of the most wonderful passion. I continue licking, driving her on through the bright </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1750997684842582431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-year-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1750997684842582431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1750997684842582431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-year-2.html' title='This Year 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-4531859429844288507</id><published>2010-02-15T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:06:55.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threeway with'/><title type='text'>Threeway with</title><summary type='text'>Paula's sexy brown knees were so close to my face and as I remembered our times out fondly, I started stroking her soft skin and she looked back at me, not saying anything but reaching out and stroking my hair.I started to kiss her knee and it was so erotic that I started to lick her thigh. She was so beautiful and she sighed deeply, her long dark hair fell from her shoulders and rested on her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4531859429844288507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/threeway-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4531859429844288507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4531859429844288507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/threeway-with.html' title='Threeway with'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2129652995040711711</id><published>2010-02-15T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:05:34.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thunder Follows Lightning 1'/><title type='text'>Thunder Follows Lightning 1</title><summary type='text'>I once new a girl whose parents called all 5 of their kids pretty weird names. Well, weird to me anyway. Well put it this way, you've seen "Cat on a hot tin roof" right? Or read the Tennessee Williams book? Well the Paul Newman character. Damn. What was it? Brick. Big Daddy and his wife actually called their son Brick. Now that's weird yeah? That is a weird name to give your kid.Sort of like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2129652995040711711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunder-follows-lightning-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2129652995040711711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2129652995040711711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunder-follows-lightning-1.html' title='Thunder Follows Lightning 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8389951119501984651</id><published>2010-02-15T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:05:54.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thunder Follows Lightning 2'/><title type='text'>Thunder Follows Lightning 2</title><summary type='text'>Storm battled her way through the throng, which parted quite willingly, pulling me along as her painter.I pointed at the row of taxis loading transients and Storm tossed her hair in the negative then held her face up to the downpour.Point at chest, cross hands over heart (sternum, not the left side) then wave fingers as your hands float downwards, "I love the rain" (See, easy isn't it?) I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8389951119501984651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunder-follows-lightning-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8389951119501984651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8389951119501984651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunder-follows-lightning-2.html' title='Thunder Follows Lightning 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-930728618960664892</id><published>2010-02-15T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:04:00.051-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thunderstorm another story'/><title type='text'>Thunderstorm another story</title><summary type='text'>She had been sitting outside for about thirty minutes, waiting for him to come home from work, and watching the clouds build up to the northwest of them. There was a distant rumble of thunder and a few brief glimpses of lightening. And then she heard the siren go off on the golf course behind the house and knew that the storm was headed their way. Soon, she stopped hearing the car doors and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/930728618960664892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunderstorm-another-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/930728618960664892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/930728618960664892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunderstorm-another-story.html' title='Thunderstorm another story'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5091832581111565961</id><published>2010-02-15T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:02:46.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thunderstorm 1'/><title type='text'>Thunderstorm 1</title><summary type='text'>Christina was rushed ... as usual ... running late ... as usual. She glanced again at the address she had been given. "Damn, it must be here somewhere." As she glanced in the rear view mirror, she could easily see the impending rain drawing closer and closer. Her hopes were to make it to the address before the rain caught up to her.Just as she turned onto the correct street, a blinding light and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5091832581111565961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunderstorm-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5091832581111565961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5091832581111565961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunderstorm-1.html' title='Thunderstorm 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1641222448825511704</id><published>2010-02-15T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:01:05.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiger&apos;s Eye'/><title type='text'>Tiger's Eye</title><summary type='text'>The flight back to Boston was only half full that night. We filed into the cabin and went through the usual routines of cramming more luggage than was technically permitted into the overhead compartments and under the seats. With so few people, however, there was plenty of space for everyone as well as all their belongings.I moved towards the back of the plane, away from most everyone else, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1641222448825511704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/tigers-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1641222448825511704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1641222448825511704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/tigers-eye.html' title='Tiger&apos;s Eye'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8391366903972404709</id><published>2010-02-15T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:03:11.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thunderstorm 2'/><title type='text'>Thunderstorm 2</title><summary type='text'>Christina was concentrating on how good Doc's cock felt in her pussy when she let out a guttural moan. Doc was sliding a lubed finger into her ass and began stroking in and out of her ass in unison with the motions of his cock in her pussy. As her excitement continued to build for what seemed like forever but was probably only 10 minutes, Christina hissed as a second lubed finger worked its way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8391366903972404709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunderstorm-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8391366903972404709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8391366903972404709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thunderstorm-2.html' title='Thunderstorm 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1401253387759101362</id><published>2010-02-15T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:00:17.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Together'/><title type='text'>Time Together</title><summary type='text'>We have six hours. How to spend the time besides together? I'm wearing a short skirt and no panties and as we drive around looking for our destination, your fingers rub me between my parted thighs and feel the wetness you've created just by being near me.We reach our destination, a private hotel on the other side of our small town, and when we get to our room, I tell you that I've always wanted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1401253387759101362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1401253387759101362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1401253387759101362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-together.html' title='Time Together'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2697939265505482421</id><published>2010-02-15T11:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:16:37.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='They Called Her Head Cheerleader'/><title type='text'>They Called Her Head Cheerleader</title><summary type='text'>“Here’s a picture of me at Mt. Rushmore.” The girl in the picture was a High School aged version of my Jan. The similarities were obvious, though over 10 years had passed since this photo was taken.It was a rainy Saturday afternoon; our planned picnic had been aborted. Looking for something to do after a morning of sex, Jan brewed a pot of coffee and we started going through old photo albums. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2697939265505482421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-called-her-head-cheerleader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2697939265505482421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2697939265505482421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-called-her-head-cheerleader.html' title='They Called Her Head Cheerleader'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-490660921625518938</id><published>2010-02-15T11:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:10:33.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Year 3'/><title type='text'>This Year 3</title><summary type='text'>She lets out a final gasp, and goes limp. Her arms fall to her side taking the sheet with them. She focuses on me with her eyes fluttering, an addled smile on her lips. Happiness shines from her face.I rise to my knees, shuffle forward, reach out and pet her flanks with my hands. I love the feel of her hot, slick skin. When she's close enough to touch, I have to touch her. A warm smile is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/490660921625518938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-year-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/490660921625518938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/490660921625518938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-year-3.html' title='This Year 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-3802410283477908807</id><published>2010-02-15T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:59:30.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Catch a Female Predator'/><title type='text'>To Catch a Female Predator</title><summary type='text'>The name is Christopher Jamal Henderson. I'm a tall, good-looking black man who has a dream job. On the Adult Entertainment Network, I'm the host of the first adult-themed Reality TV Series. The adventures of a ruthless and seductive con artist who cons unsuspecting and gullible women into giving up the goods. It's one of the most-watched television shows on the Adult Entertainment Network. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3802410283477908807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-catch-female-predator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3802410283477908807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3802410283477908807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-catch-female-predator.html' title='To Catch a Female Predator'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1718114724307620454</id><published>2010-02-15T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:58:29.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Old Bad Habits'/><title type='text'>To Old Bad Habits</title><summary type='text'>I left the happy hour and went straight to my car, not indicating to anyone what I planned to do. Once safely away from my co-workers, I texted HIM. "R U around? I'm not tired yet..."We had had a secret "thing" in the past, something we never spoke of again, but something I fantasized about for the three years that followed. Now HE was about to move out of the state, and I needed to see him one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1718114724307620454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-old-bad-habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1718114724307620454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1718114724307620454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-old-bad-habits.html' title='To Old Bad Habits'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8416953540488925344</id><published>2010-01-26T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:15:37.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby&apos;s First Time 2'/><title type='text'>Toby's First Time 2</title><summary type='text'>I felt her cheeks. They were so big and firm and soft. The tip of my cock brushed past them and I knew I was about to explode, but did everything within my power not to. It was all happening so fast.She looked back over her shoulder, "Are you ready baby? Ass only."I nodded and rubbed the tip of my cock against the crinkled brown spot. It felt divine and she moaned. My cock is probably average in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8416953540488925344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tobys-first-time-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8416953540488925344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8416953540488925344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tobys-first-time-2.html' title='Toby&apos;s First Time 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-7540416324287755552</id><published>2010-01-26T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:15:41.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby&apos;s First Time 1'/><title type='text'>Toby's First Time 1</title><summary type='text'>My best friend Gavin was going with one of the girls in our circle of friends. Her name was Justine and I kind of had the hots for her. We were all in our last year at school and I wasn't the sort of guy to get much action; not that I'm unattractive. I just find it hard to talk to girls. I get shy and they always end up with someone who isn't. Gavin's always good at getting girls; knows how to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7540416324287755552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tobys-first-time-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7540416324287755552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7540416324287755552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tobys-first-time-1.html' title='Toby&apos;s First Time 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-3324938841160505298</id><published>2010-01-26T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:14:30.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today Was Different'/><title type='text'>Today Was Different</title><summary type='text'>Today was different. Today she wasn't going to.She watched her husband's steel-gray Jaguar pull slowly down the driveway. The summer sunlight glinted off the hubcaps as it backed into the street, reversed, and was gone. She supposed she had better clear away the breakfast dishes. Or maybe she'd take a break and read a magazine. Something to pass the time, anyway.The decorators were coming at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3324938841160505298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3324938841160505298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3324938841160505298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-different.html' title='Today Was Different'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-3184940522409484681</id><published>2010-01-26T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:13:50.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Together'/><title type='text'>Together</title><summary type='text'>You walk into the bedroom, and I am there, waiting. Unclothed and uncovered, but for a blindfold, that instead of hiding my emotions from you, makes them more obvious in the slight vulnerable movements of my lips. I am slightly tense, slightly nervous and very excited.Approaching the bed, you run a light hand over my head, down my neck and back, and rest your hand gently at the junction of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3184940522409484681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3184940522409484681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3184940522409484681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6609523761845846802</id><published>2010-01-26T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:13:15.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tongue Lashing'/><title type='text'>Tongue Lashing</title><summary type='text'>I never should have done it in the first place. I knew that it was totally wrong to be doing something like that with my sister in law behind my brother's back. Lisa had been begging me to do it with her since I told her about it a few months earlier.She said that she'd asked Robert if he'd do it and he had gotten disgusted and told her that he'd never do something so dirty. It got to a point </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6609523761845846802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tongue-lashing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6609523761845846802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6609523761845846802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tongue-lashing.html' title='Tongue Lashing'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-3274356275320082328</id><published>2010-01-26T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:12:19.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Hot 2'/><title type='text'>Too Hot 2</title><summary type='text'>"I know, just be careful."Alex pushed again, resolved to enter this ass. He managed to force his cock past her ring; and bit by bit he entered her, struggling through the tight muscles. After a minute he rested, only about half of his head was inside, and he had to hold it there. Claire breathed hard and tried to relax her ass. She was leaning with her cheek on the wall and her breasts were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3274356275320082328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-hot-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3274356275320082328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3274356275320082328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-hot-2.html' title='Too Hot 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1800778242576413940</id><published>2010-01-26T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:12:18.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Hot 1'/><title type='text'>Too Hot 1</title><summary type='text'>"It's too darn hot." sang the radio, and Alex hummed with it.It was really too damn hot, the late June weather was humid, sticky and nasty. Paris in the summer is unbearable, he thought, sweating at his computer. The pollution from the boulevard made the air heavy and unpleasant, no wonder everyone leaves in the beginning of July. But this was still June, and already too hot to do anything."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1800778242576413940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-hot-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1800778242576413940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1800778242576413940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-hot-1.html' title='Too Hot 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8584183777075458530</id><published>2010-01-26T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:11:14.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten Fantasy Completed'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Fantasy Completed</title><summary type='text'>Lauren and I have been dating for 6 months now. She is the perfect girl for me. She’s 5’6” about 160lbs with 36D chest. I’m a boob guy so this makes all the more better. One of her better qualities though, is that she is a lady to the outside world; but once we’re in our bed she turns into a sex freak. Lauren and I have done many wild things since we’ve been dating. Mainly things I have suggested</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8584183777075458530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-ten-fantasy-completed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8584183777075458530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8584183777075458530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-ten-fantasy-completed.html' title='Top Ten Fantasy Completed'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5417160790154821455</id><published>2010-01-26T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:10:31.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torn Anus'/><title type='text'>Torn Anus</title><summary type='text'>Last night, after months of no sex at all, I met a guy at a friend's place. He's maybe 20 years older than me - wow - but instant attraction. Big tall man, fleshy but powerful. Confident and good looking in a distinguished 50ish way.We went to a quiet club, a couple of drinks, sitting close, talking and finding much in common - then back to his place. We kissed in the car and I felt a thrill at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5417160790154821455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/torn-anus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5417160790154821455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5417160790154821455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/torn-anus.html' title='Torn Anus'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2141778699752036610</id><published>2010-01-26T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:08:15.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Towelling Off'/><title type='text'>Towelling Off</title><summary type='text'>"Come on upstairs. Quick."Linda grabbed my hand and led me through the kitchen and living room up the stairs, leaving wet footprints on the carpet. In the bathroom, she pulled a couple of towels from the cabinet and I stepped out off my wet trunks, drying myself as I watched her peel off her black one-piece, her curly dark-brown hair draping across her shoulders above her tits, big and a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2141778699752036610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/towelling-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2141778699752036610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2141778699752036610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/towelling-off.html' title='Towelling Off'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2571815031705526535</id><published>2010-01-26T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:07:38.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toxicity'/><title type='text'>Toxicity</title><summary type='text'>When you tense your belly, you can feel the muscle travelling past the inside of your hipbones. It grows stronger. The muscle continues, frames your vulva, reaches your perineum, fuses. Everyday you can squeeze it harder. You know this because your hand on your stomach can feel its vital bulk and moves along that thick cord of muscle to its warm, wet conclusion.It is all those hours, alone with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2571815031705526535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/toxicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2571815031705526535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2571815031705526535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/toxicity.html' title='Toxicity'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5977991667592670793</id><published>2010-01-26T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:06:17.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracy&apos;s Butt Cheeks'/><title type='text'>Tracy's Butt Cheeks</title><summary type='text'>Tracy and I had a strange sex life. She would rub her clit while I laid on top of her with my penis in-between her butt cheeks. I would hump away, desperate for climax. She was terrified of getting pregnant, so penis in vagina sex was out of the question. She also hated pubic hair, so penis in the mouth sex was also out of the question. So this strange butt cheek humping was the only way I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5977991667592670793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tracys-butt-cheeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5977991667592670793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5977991667592670793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tracys-butt-cheeks.html' title='Tracy&apos;s Butt Cheeks'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5377743656178239572</id><published>2010-01-26T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:07:55.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training Brenda To Be A True Slut 2'/><title type='text'>Training Brenda To Be A True Slut 2</title><summary type='text'>When you control exactly when and how a woman gets off, you have the ultimate control. Sometimes I would turn the remote control to maximum just as the waiter was taking our dessert order, or as I introduced her to acquaintances. Other times I would make her remove the device in the car and finger herself to orgasm on the drive home. Sometimes I would fuck her ass up against the side of the car </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5377743656178239572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/training-brenda-to-be-true-slut-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5377743656178239572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5377743656178239572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/training-brenda-to-be-true-slut-2.html' title='Training Brenda To Be A True Slut 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-7962824327559762218</id><published>2010-01-26T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:05:17.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training Brenda To Be A True Slut 1'/><title type='text'>Training Brenda To Be A True Slut 1</title><summary type='text'>Brenda was my first true slut, or more accurately, the first inexperienced women that I trained to be my personal piece of ass.She was a dumb little bitch, but just what I needed after a brutal divorce. About 5'2", 115 pounds, bigger than average tits (actually, quite impressive tits, a real head turner above the waist) a delightful bubble butt, and a small, blond pussy with very tiny labia. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7962824327559762218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/training-brenda-to-be-true-slut-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7962824327559762218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7962824327559762218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/training-brenda-to-be-true-slut-1.html' title='Training Brenda To Be A True Slut 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-425294762140467692</id><published>2010-01-26T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:06:02.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trapeze Girl'/><title type='text'>Trapeze Girl</title><summary type='text'>So I had a summer job at the circus. It was a thankless, dumbfuck job but I needed rent money and the circus guys were cool to hang out with. I learned to juggle a little, in between tidying away the horseshit and bringing cappuccinos to the clowns.The best bit about the job was the girls. I heard tales from some of the other guys that the local chicks might give you a good, sloppy blowjob if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/425294762140467692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trapeze-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/425294762140467692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/425294762140467692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trapeze-girl.html' title='Trapeze Girl'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-253967973871105556</id><published>2010-01-26T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:05:16.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treating Myself'/><title type='text'>Treating Myself</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so our sex life hasn't been that hot as of late. Maybe once a week, more often once a fortnight, or even longer. A month wasn't unusual. We were in that long-married rut, and there seemed no way out of it...Until I was reading in a magazine, about a woman who was scared she would die because she had had anal sex.Up her bum? God, how dirty! That was disgusting. But when I read the response </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/253967973871105556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/treating-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/253967973871105556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/253967973871105556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/treating-myself.html' title='Treating Myself'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-4307547918043151812</id><published>2010-01-26T05:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:03:49.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute  Anne Marie Summer 2'/><title type='text'>Tribute  Anne Marie Summer 2</title><summary type='text'>"Cum in her, Shawn," pleaded Cassy, masturbating furiously as she watched the girl's cunt milking the man's thick lathered shaft. "Cum hard, Shawn - - blow a nice big hot load up her pretty little pussy! Fuck her, baby! Cum in her now!"Head back, eyes glazed, sweaty body rigid in climax, Shawn felt the load rushing through his loins like a hose had been turned on, the long drawn-out surges of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4307547918043151812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tribute-anne-marie-summer-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4307547918043151812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4307547918043151812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tribute-anne-marie-summer-2.html' title='Tribute  Anne Marie Summer 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6017294618491626125</id><published>2010-01-26T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:03:24.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute  Anne Marie Summer 1'/><title type='text'>Tribute  Anne Marie Summer 1</title><summary type='text'>Pleasantly surprised when answering the door, but instead of inviting her in, Shawn joined the euphoric teenager on the front deck."You look happy," he smiled, eying the tight microskirt, enjoying the sight of luscious tan legs. "Ah, that's right! Today was the big day, wasn't it? Live up to expectations?""Golly, Shawn, it was, like, real fun," blushed Anne Marie, almost dancing, so animated she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6017294618491626125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tribute-anne-marie-summer-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6017294618491626125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6017294618491626125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tribute-anne-marie-summer-1.html' title='Tribute  Anne Marie Summer 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-3927509063280923781</id><published>2010-01-26T05:00:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T06:06:56.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toying With Him'/><title type='text'>Toying With Him</title><summary type='text'>My lover will allow me to insert a finger into his ass, however, he draws the line there. I have teased him about bringing one of my dildos over to his place to play with his ass, but he warned me “Any dildos that show up here are going straight up your ass.”How can a girl resist that kind of temptation?In my room, I have a drawer that contains my “goodies.” In it, there is an assortment of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3927509063280923781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/toying-with-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3927509063280923781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/3927509063280923781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/toying-with-him.html' title='Toying With Him'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8160818442778349838</id><published>2010-01-26T05:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:02:21.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trick or Treat'/><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><summary type='text'>Three days ago, I decided to do something different in my life. My boyfriend, Justin, loves Halloween for some reason, must be the dressing up or endless supply of candy. He had his costume all ready, so when the day came, he could sit outside and tease all the children as they asked those words, "Trick or Treat."I told Justin that I would be busy most of the night and he would have to fend off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8160818442778349838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8160818442778349838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8160818442778349838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8708855944079049430</id><published>2010-01-26T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:02:11.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trick or Treat Bitch'/><title type='text'>Trick or Treat Bitch</title><summary type='text'>Carol sat in the break room at work with several of her co-workers both male and female and said to them, "You guys remember a few weeks ago when I told you that Brenden wanted to try anal sex and I was too scared?"Amanda sighed loudly and said, "Did he do it or not, Carol? This is getting very boring; it's always the same old song and dance with you." Carol shot a cold look at Amanda and said, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8708855944079049430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trick-or-treat-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8708855944079049430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8708855944079049430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trick-or-treat-bitch.html' title='Trick or Treat Bitch'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1377273615657312413</id><published>2010-01-26T04:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:00:27.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tricked Trapped and NAILED 3'/><title type='text'>Tricked Trapped and NAILED 3</title><summary type='text'>It was brutal as he only used the mushroomed head of his cock. I was sweating hard but each time it hurt a little less as he forced me open and I popped. I moaned and whimpered hard as he stopped and said"Why don't you relax a moment""I love popping assholes open he said, the violent panicked reaction and the feel of stabbing at tender flesh and injuring it just excites me. Like a trapped animal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1377273615657312413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tricked-trapped-and-nailed-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1377273615657312413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1377273615657312413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tricked-trapped-and-nailed-3.html' title='Tricked Trapped and NAILED 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2125804608565336473</id><published>2010-01-26T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:00:08.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tricked Trapped and NAILED 2'/><title type='text'>Tricked Trapped and NAILED 2</title><summary type='text'>I pulled them gently but after a short while it was evident they were not budging. I got a bad feeling. How do I get the glue to soften. I went on the Internet and saw his name, he was on and knew I was on. I did a search and found a web page with solvents for different glues. I started trying them one at a time if I had the ingredients. I certainly couldn't go shop. Nothing was working and I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2125804608565336473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tricked-trapped-and-nailed-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2125804608565336473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2125804608565336473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tricked-trapped-and-nailed-2.html' title='Tricked Trapped and NAILED 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-4399175883669961459</id><published>2010-01-26T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:00:03.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tricked Trapped and NAILED 1'/><title type='text'>Tricked Trapped and NAILED 1</title><summary type='text'>Tricked, Trapped and NAILED!(The Making of A Bitch)He had been so playful and friendly, warm and inviting on the Internet and very disarming. We hit it off, both our minds on the same nasty wavelength. We had the most erotic conversations about how we would fuck one type of girl in one situation to another type in a second, even doubling up and tricking them, skillful plotting to deflower them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4399175883669961459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tricked-trapped-and-nailed-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4399175883669961459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4399175883669961459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tricked-trapped-and-nailed-1.html' title='Tricked Trapped and NAILED 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-167533821342539341</id><published>2010-01-26T04:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:58:36.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Confessions Heard by a Priest'/><title type='text'>True Confessions Heard by a Priest</title><summary type='text'>Dear reader, it is close as I sit here in bed typing on my laptop. You see my days are numbered and I have decided to show you a glimpse of the confessions a priest hears. Of course the names will be changed to protect the innocent but also, the events will be as close as I can remember after fifty years of sitting behind the partition inside the confessional. Enjoy for the tales that will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/167533821342539341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-confessions-heard-by-priest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/167533821342539341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/167533821342539341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/true-confessions-heard-by-priest.html' title='True Confessions Heard by a Priest'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6292263754245741591</id><published>2010-01-26T04:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:56:55.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trumpet Lesson'/><title type='text'>Trumpet Lesson</title><summary type='text'>My job is pretty boring. Most people say that, and most people truly believe it. None of them have to deal with what I do though. I give trumpet lessons at a place called Up the Scale. All day I deal with zit-covered, teenage brats that are taking trumpet lessons at Mommy and Daddy's expense. The worse they play the trumpet, the more they come back. It's like their parents are deaf or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6292263754245741591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trumpet-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6292263754245741591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6292263754245741591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trumpet-lesson.html' title='Trumpet Lesson'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-457463609829711921</id><published>2010-01-26T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:56:18.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust Me?'/><title type='text'>Trust Me?</title><summary type='text'>They had a long-running game that they always played. It was called "Trust Me?"The rules were simple, really. They took turns, Stan having total control over Jackie for a weekend, followed by his total submission to Jackie on the following weekend. There was to be nothing that one couldn't do, should he or she desire it. There were no safe words, no refusals allowed. It was to be a sort of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/457463609829711921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trust-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/457463609829711921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/457463609829711921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trust-me.html' title='Trust Me?'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6050085595431630617</id><published>2010-01-26T04:53:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:55:39.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trusting in the One Chance'/><title type='text'>Trusting in the One Chance</title><summary type='text'>I had never trusted anyone as much as I trusted him. Now that I am in my 30's it seems so much easier, and I am more sure of my self. Maybe that is why women peak sexually so much later it takes us so much longer to get comfortable in our own skin.I can not say that this is about love either. Pure, raw, animal lust perhaps, no, definitely. I lust for him, and it has nothing to do with his looks, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6050085595431630617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trusting-in-one-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6050085595431630617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6050085595431630617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trusting-in-one-chance.html' title='Trusting in the One Chance'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-385846080481801327</id><published>2010-01-26T04:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:54:49.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth or Dare with Beth 5'/><title type='text'>Truth or Dare with Beth 5</title><summary type='text'>I put my clothes on and Beth packed up her things. She pulled on her skirt, leaving the strap on around her waist. I was definitely going to feel that thing back up my ass today. Dressed and ready to leave, we opened the door of the booth. As we made the walk to the front door of the store, every eye in the building was on us. They had all seen the purchase we made. I was sure they had all heard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/385846080481801327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/385846080481801327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/385846080481801327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-5.html' title='Truth or Dare with Beth 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-310568764880991908</id><published>2010-01-26T04:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:54:32.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth or Dare with Beth 4'/><title type='text'>Truth or Dare with Beth 4</title><summary type='text'>In no time Beth had found a Web site that hosted videos of amateurs having sex and uploaded the video of her fucking my mouth with her dildo. I was pretty embarrassed to have a video of me blowing anything, even a strap on attached to this beautiful woman, posted on the internet for all to see. But a part of me was also pretty turned on by it! And really, that was the best attitude to have about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/310568764880991908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/310568764880991908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/310568764880991908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-4.html' title='Truth or Dare with Beth 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5521449422183332516</id><published>2010-01-26T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:54:13.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth or Dare with Beth 3'/><title type='text'>Truth or Dare with Beth 3</title><summary type='text'>It was morning and I was beginning to wake up. I noticed that I was waking up with some good, old fashioned morning wood and was trying to stay asleep to enjoy whatever dream was making me hard this morning. The dream felt so real, it felt as though someone was really stroking my cock. It was all so vivid. It definitely wasn't my hand, it felt too small and soft. This was incredible, the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5521449422183332516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5521449422183332516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5521449422183332516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-3.html' title='Truth or Dare with Beth 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-794703585040474105</id><published>2010-01-26T04:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:53:11.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth or Dare with Beth 2'/><title type='text'>Truth or Dare with Beth 2</title><summary type='text'>"Oh, I fucking love that. I love feeling it pull out and then push back in again. That's my favorite!""Really?" she asked with a smile on her face. And she again pulled completely out of my ass and re-penetrated me. She continued this for awhile before leaving it in and resuming a regular fuck."My legs are getting sore in this position. Can we move to a different one, please?" I asked."Certainly!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/794703585040474105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/794703585040474105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/794703585040474105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-2.html' title='Truth or Dare with Beth 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-506547947536290840</id><published>2010-01-26T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T04:52:43.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth or Dare with Beth 1'/><title type='text'>Truth or Dare with Beth 1</title><summary type='text'>My friend Beth and I met in college through a mutual friend. We went to different schools about half an hour away from each other. We instantly hit it off and there was an obvious sexual attraction between us. Beth was a swimmer on her college team and was tall, about 5'10", with a nice slender, athletic body. I also played sports, though not for my college, and kept in pretty good shape.Beth and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/506547947536290840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/506547947536290840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/506547947536290840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/truth-or-dare-with-beth-1.html' title='Truth or Dare with Beth 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6926169201438070529</id><published>2010-01-11T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:26:46.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Everything Twice'/><title type='text'>Try Everything Twice</title><summary type='text'>Anal sex taught me a valuable lesson: always try everything twice. My first experience had been disastrous. I was nineteen; he was only my second lover and I was head over heels. There was nothing I would not do for this man. So when he wanted to try anal, I conceded.But since he had no experience in anal and I had little sexual experience period, we made several mistakes. The first major mistake</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6926169201438070529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/try-everything-twice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6926169201438070529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6926169201438070529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/try-everything-twice.html' title='Try Everything Twice'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6297485806233468341</id><published>2010-01-11T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:25:57.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying Something New'/><title type='text'>Trying Something New</title><summary type='text'>It was Saturday morning, Kyle, a friend from work, and I was finishing a round of golf. Pulling my ball out of the 17th hole, the conversation turned to sex. He started telling me about all the things he and his wife have done. He ended by saying they often have anal sex and his wife enjoys it.Knowing his wife, Kathy, I found it hard to believe. Kathy is 4'10" and petit. It was hard to visualize </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6297485806233468341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-something-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6297485806233468341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6297485806233468341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/trying-something-new.html' title='Trying Something New'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-346811521302301440</id><published>2010-01-11T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:25:01.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turbulence 2'/><title type='text'>Turbulence 2</title><summary type='text'>We passed Ken in the hallway and I refused to make eye contact. Returning to our seat we saw that our neighbor was once again asleep, a pillow over his head. "Look," Jack pointed silently to me. The man's pants strained with an erection and there were dribbles of fluid stain. I carefully avoided touching him and I sat with my head on Jack's should for the rest of the flight.We landed with no more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/346811521302301440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turbulence-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/346811521302301440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/346811521302301440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turbulence-2.html' title='Turbulence 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-7917868254525982156</id><published>2010-01-11T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:24:34.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turbulence 1'/><title type='text'>Turbulence 1</title><summary type='text'>Our relationship was like lithium I realized; stabilizing, life-saving even, but a libido killer. We were so recently married that I kept thinking of him and introducing him as my boyfriend. But that would have to stop. We were on a plane traveling over South America for our honeymoon, first class. Jack was everything I had ever dreamed of in a man. He was handsome, so handsome in fact that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7917868254525982156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turbulence-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7917868254525982156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/7917868254525982156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turbulence-1.html' title='Turbulence 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-356770008855519818</id><published>2010-01-11T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:23:28.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turn About Is Fair Play'/><title type='text'>Turn About Is Fair Play</title><summary type='text'>I was dating this girl and at the time neither of us had much experience with anal sex. I wanted desperately to try it with her because she had the most incredible ass! I told her as much and she thought she was being cute when she said "only if I can do you first." Well, I wish I could have captured the look on her face when I said yes. It didn't take long for her to realized I was serious and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/356770008855519818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-about-is-fair-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/356770008855519818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/356770008855519818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-about-is-fair-play.html' title='Turn About Is Fair Play'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5470546791246316122</id><published>2010-01-11T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:22:25.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turn The Other Cheek'/><title type='text'>Turn The Other Cheek</title><summary type='text'>A lot of people in my town have worked for Aardvark Tech at one time or another. Back when 'Lying Lenny' ran the computer operation, AT controlled all the high-speed data feeds into town and thus was frequently the only place in town with a job to offer. If you wanted to eat, you wound up taking crap from the whole AT management team. As you may have guessed, I was one of the AT wage slaves.Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5470546791246316122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-other-cheek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5470546791246316122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5470546791246316122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-other-cheek.html' title='Turn The Other Cheek'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-4608943508241478976</id><published>2010-01-11T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:20:16.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turnabout&apos;s Fair Play'/><title type='text'>Turnabout's Fair Play</title><summary type='text'>"God, Janis! I can't believe how beautiful your tits are!"I couldn't help it but my pregnant wife's tits were the best thing I'd seen in years, even better than the porn mags I kept under the sink. I moved closer behind her, watching her stroke her eyelashes with mascara while my hands slipped underneath her arms, sliding under her boobs, cupping and squeezing them. Janis huffed angrily and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4608943508241478976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turnabouts-fair-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4608943508241478976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4608943508241478976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turnabouts-fair-play.html' title='Turnabout&apos;s Fair Play'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-1225309444590725480</id><published>2010-01-11T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:11:47.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Repair 2'/><title type='text'>TV Repair 2</title><summary type='text'>Without delay I raised the paddle high and brought it crashing down as hard as I could on her big arse. She screamed and thrust her hand back to rub the large crimson circle I'd left. I pulled her left hand to the front of her then grabbed the right wrist, holding it firm at the small of her back. Then I began to thrash her in earnest. The paddle rose and fell hard and fast onto her bouncing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1225309444590725480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv-repair-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1225309444590725480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/1225309444590725480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv-repair-2.html' title='TV Repair 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-2283014166966586594</id><published>2010-01-11T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:11:10.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Repair 1'/><title type='text'>TV Repair 1</title><summary type='text'>I opened my television repair workshop about six months ago. I don't make a fortune, but I have enough customers to pay the rent and keep it going. I do house calls for those who require them.About a month ago, Mrs. Walker called and said she was having some problems tuning in the VCR and would I come over and do it for her. I told her sure and that it would cost twenty-five dollars. These small </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2283014166966586594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv-repair-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2283014166966586594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/2283014166966586594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv-repair-1.html' title='TV Repair 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-8290977091069434807</id><published>2010-01-11T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:09:43.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twas The Day Before Christmas'/><title type='text'>Twas The Day Before Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Delilah sighed a sigh of relief as she pulled into the two car garage. Her shopping was complete finally. She hated waiting to the last minute, but somehow it always happened that way. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and she sure didn’t want to be out there in that mess then. She was looking forward to spending a quiet holiday with John, and then they would travel over the weekend to see family.As she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8290977091069434807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/twas-day-before-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8290977091069434807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/8290977091069434807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/twas-day-before-christmas.html' title='Twas The Day Before Christmas'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-4047452886861174667</id><published>2010-01-11T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:08:29.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twelve Hours'/><title type='text'>Twelve Hours</title><summary type='text'>She is a special girl, full of passion and generous to a fault. I would not label her submissive but she denies me nothing when we cyper. She is young enough to raise my passions to a fever pitch. Yet, she is old enough to be real, a real women with mature passions.Soon she will knock on my door. We will have 12 hours to explore and do as we will. The anticipation is almost painful. I yearn to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4047452886861174667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/twelve-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4047452886861174667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4047452886861174667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/twelve-hours.html' title='Twelve Hours'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-5710933978212518641</id><published>2010-01-11T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:21:35.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turnabout is Fair Play'/><title type='text'>Turnabout is Fair Play</title><summary type='text'>We're about five years married so far and my wife Jamie is pretty straight laced, other than a few visits to couples clubs which she wrote about here in Literotica. Anyway, the one thing missing from our sex lives as far as I was concerned was anal sex. I never had the pleasure before marriage, and Jamie has always resisted any attempts on my part to experiment.She has considered it unnatural, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5710933978212518641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turnabout-is-fair-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5710933978212518641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/5710933978212518641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/turnabout-is-fair-play.html' title='Turnabout is Fair Play'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6891808933600860070</id><published>2010-01-11T13:02:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:07:18.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twenty Seven Minutes in Heaven 2'/><title type='text'>Twenty Seven Minutes in Heaven 2</title><summary type='text'>"Shit!" Zack muttered, tucking his dick back into his pants. "I have to get back to work."Julia pulled her ravaged body up from the cold tiles, wiping the cum from her face."Thanks sweetie," she said, sucking a droplet of white fluid from her finger. "I needed that."Zack straightened his clothes and made a hasty retreat back to the ballroom leaving Julia behind to get herself cleaned up. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6891808933600860070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-seven-minutes-in-heaven-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6891808933600860070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6891808933600860070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-seven-minutes-in-heaven-2.html' title='Twenty Seven Minutes in Heaven 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-4882695072749930831</id><published>2010-01-11T13:02:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:06:53.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twenty Seven Minutes in Heaven 1'/><title type='text'>Twenty Seven Minutes in Heaven 1</title><summary type='text'>Julia picked up another glass of champagne as she glanced around the room."Pompous assholes," she thought to herself, taking a sip of the drink, watching the endless parade of rich old men arm in arm with their trophy wives.Julia hated these functions and cringed at the mere mention of attending one. It was her duty, however, as her husband expected her to be there hanging off his arm like all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4882695072749930831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-seven-minutes-in-heaven-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4882695072749930831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/4882695072749930831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-seven-minutes-in-heaven-1.html' title='Twenty Seven Minutes in Heaven 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-620480455159965308</id><published>2010-01-11T13:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:04:17.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Agendas One Desire 2'/><title type='text'>Two Agendas One Desire 2</title><summary type='text'>Did she just say that? Did she just submit to the reason she KNEW he had come over for? Did those words just come forth from her lips? Oh yes, she wanted him, wanted him to punish her like they had talked about so many times online. Show her what it was like to submit to a man. Show her how it felt to be totally his and no one else's. She could‘nt fathom being anyone elses. Not like this.His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/620480455159965308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-agendas-one-desire-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/620480455159965308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/620480455159965308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-agendas-one-desire-2.html' title='Two Agendas One Desire 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-423425599710109898</id><published>2010-01-11T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:03:31.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Agendas One Desire 1'/><title type='text'>Two Agendas One Desire 1</title><summary type='text'>Bad day. Rough shift, and to top it off, the stop at the mailbox had a letter from the ex-wife's lawyer. Likely trying to squeeze him for more money. He was in no mood.Throwing his keys and wallet on the table, He found his answering machine light blinking fast and furious. "Likely more 'good' news. It’ll wait," he grumbled, ignoring it for the time Being, and hitting the shower. He left a trail </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/423425599710109898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-agendas-one-desire-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/423425599710109898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/423425599710109898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-agendas-one-desire-1.html' title='Two Agendas One Desire 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-953196078294789991</id><published>2010-01-11T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:33:08.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Bi-Curious Couples Meet  2'/><title type='text'>Two Bi-Curious Couples Meet  2</title><summary type='text'>Watching him suck the cock gave me an idea and I reached to the bottom draw and pulled out the lubricant from Lisa's goody bag. I parted her ass cheeks and licked along the crease, slowly downward to her asshole and tongued her tight hole. Lubing her asshole, I reached for the cock in Mike's mouth and casually slid an inch into his mouth and pulled out, repeating the action a couple times before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/953196078294789991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-bi-curious-couples-meet-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/953196078294789991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/953196078294789991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-bi-curious-couples-meet-2.html' title='Two Bi-Curious Couples Meet  2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308129462051788222.post-6155681262121730481</id><published>2010-01-11T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:32:34.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Bi-Curious Couples Meet  1'/><title type='text'>Two Bi-Curious Couples Meet  1</title><summary type='text'>Always open to new adventures, my wife and I paid our first visit to a bar a few miles from home, intending to have a few drinks and frolic in the motel room, spending 'Adult Time' away from the kids. Outings such as this give us the opportunity to try out new things. From time to time, my wife will bring along sexy clothes to wear and new sex-toys to play with. On occasion, we experiment with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6155681262121730481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-bi-curious-couples-meet-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6155681262121730481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/308129462051788222/posts/default/6155681262121730481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedanalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-bi-curious-couples-meet-1.html' title='Two Bi-Curious Couples Meet  1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
