<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653</id><updated>2011-11-03T00:52:48.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-5196726363010405948</id><published>2011-01-06T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:29:54.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught. Red handed.</title><summary type='text'>AndrewShe, never heard me when I cried out for her. And the only he she cared about was the he who paid the bills and dicked her down every night. It was like I, didn't even exist. Like I was a ghost in my own house, to a mother who didn't give a shit and a man who gave enough shit to fuck me when ever he had gotten the chance see, she was blind to all of this and died never knowing.Or did she?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/5196726363010405948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=5196726363010405948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/5196726363010405948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/5196726363010405948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2011/01/caught-red-handed.html' title='Caught. Red handed.'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-5986020491290258001</id><published>2010-05-25T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:07:17.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no one could have him but me.</title><summary type='text'>MelissaHe touched me, in places I did not even know existed making me feel things I had no clue were even able to be felt. In ways i did not even know were acceptable. All I could do was lay there and allow it to happen. It took about four or five times before I started to like the feeling he was giving me and by this then I had gotten so use to what was going on that I anticipated it happening. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/5986020491290258001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=5986020491290258001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/5986020491290258001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/5986020491290258001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-one-could-have-him-but-me.html' title='no one could have him but me.'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-11955978493695553</id><published>2010-02-03T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T04:17:05.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soak and Swallow</title><summary type='text'>BellaFor a minute I thought that i was dreamingI could feel A breeze slowly going up my legstarting at my calf and working its way to the back of my kneefrom the back of my knee to the crease of my thighSlowly lust filled lips began to wrap themselves around my pearlI began to wind my hips in cyclone like patternsExcept with more passionand with the need to explodeI held on like i was holding on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/11955978493695553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=11955978493695553&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/11955978493695553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/11955978493695553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2010/02/soak-and-swallow.html' title='Soak and Swallow'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-8821353648660557046</id><published>2010-01-17T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:48:04.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just had to take it.</title><summary type='text'>ErikahShe blind folded methen she led me upstairssaid she had a surprise for meI had never been a fan of surprises but i trusted hershe held on to me slowly as we went up the stairsthen westoppedthen sheundressed mecompletelyThe room was warmthere was a sweet scent in the airbut there was complete silenceall i could hear was my breath and my heart beatshe guided me to what felt like a chaira </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/8821353648660557046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=8821353648660557046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/8821353648660557046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/8821353648660557046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-had-to-take-it.html' title='just had to take it.'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-1344019977428193906</id><published>2009-12-17T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:48:20.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Gives Me More</title><summary type='text'>HoneySince i dropped out of my freshman year in college because he wanted his wife at home, i did everything for this manI cooked, i cleaned, i took care of homeI was secure with us, with him, with meI expressed my feelings to him and allowed him to express his to meI didn't expect the moon from him, i kept in mind that neither one of us were perfectAnd all i ever wanted was to be loved by himI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/1344019977428193906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=1344019977428193906&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/1344019977428193906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/1344019977428193906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-gives-me-more.html' title='He Gives Me More'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-5282219668869588837</id><published>2009-11-29T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:48:40.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Covered in Honey</title><summary type='text'>K'SeaMy mom always tried to figure out why Andrea liked women.Every since we were younger, she would discuss what women she was going to marry, the tux she was going to wear, and who would be her "best man".Mom thought it was just a phase she was going thru.Andrea now goes by DreHer wedding to Christie is in a few weeksAnd her "best man's" name is Leigh.Funny how all of her childhood dreams </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/5282219668869588837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=5282219668869588837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/5282219668869588837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/5282219668869588837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2009/11/covered-in-honey.html' title='Covered in Honey'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-7455997049858389972</id><published>2009-09-10T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:49:00.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left</title><summary type='text'>KendraThe longer i laid therethe wetter i gotand i could have called Sam over butit was clear i had an itch she couldn'tscratch if i gave her the tools to do so"what up doe?""i need you..please"i could feel her response,i get the same one every time"you always need me ma,what is yo nigga doin fo you tho?"same questionsame answer"she does what she needs to,but its not the way you do it"which was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/7455997049858389972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=7455997049858389972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/7455997049858389972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/7455997049858389972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2009/09/left.html' title='Left'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-3311034582531649810</id><published>2009-05-13T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:49:39.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>her little secret</title><summary type='text'>MichaelShe showed up in all blackHatTrench coatHeelsAnd nothing elsei wasn't surprised, well, that she was coming over but i was surprised that she came bareWe had been knowing each other since childhood.She was the only person i could trustand the only woman who made me feel good about who i waswho ireallywasshe was the only person who knew i was born femalebesides my parents of courseand since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/3311034582531649810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=3311034582531649810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/3311034582531649810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/3311034582531649810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2009/05/her-little-secret.html' title='her little secret'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-6547031163314119401</id><published>2009-04-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:49:52.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitches love me</title><summary type='text'>PatA few years ago i was nothing like who i am now. I was married to the guy i thought was perfect.We had a son, a beautiful house, everything a straight woman could wantuntil that nightdamn what a night it wasWe met her at Sans Souci, a swingers bar in Dallasi was already a bit nervous being there, watching people fuck like they had the slightest clue that they were being watched.I dont even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/6547031163314119401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=6547031163314119401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/6547031163314119401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/6547031163314119401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2009/04/bitches-love-me.html' title='bitches love me'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-4286807952198477845</id><published>2009-04-18T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:50:03.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the better fuck</title><summary type='text'>Whitney"want me to fuck you harder baby?""yes pat, fuck me harder baby. i can take it"and she did just that. fucked me hard enough to make me loose my balance and fall to the floori always thought she was a better fuck than Sam. Sam always wanted me to please her.Sad thing about that is she is a bit harder than me. So i never understood why i was fucking her instead of the other way around."arch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/4286807952198477845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=4286807952198477845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/4286807952198477845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/4286807952198477845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-fuck.html' title='the better fuck'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-6637897505411273637</id><published>2009-04-13T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:50:12.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>with my dudes</title><summary type='text'>SamanthaAnd it's not cheating cause we aren't togetherand i wish her ass would realize thatnow she's going to bug the shit out of mei could already feel iti was so glad to be home eghi kept thinking about  the first time i got her wetand damn did she get wetit was so wet it soaked thru her pantiesits like she melted in my hands and i could still smell her; fucking Chanelgets me every timeso i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/6637897505411273637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=6637897505411273637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/6637897505411273637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/6637897505411273637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2009/04/oops.html' title='with my dudes'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-7648841772283402184</id><published>2009-04-13T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:50:22.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not cheating</title><summary type='text'>KendraI hate when she just ups and leavesespecially when she gets my river flowingSad thing is this isn't the first time its happened.The very first timeshe came over for dinner, i cooked just enough for the two of usAnd let her tell it she loved itwe moved from the dinner table to the couchhad a few sips of MerlotBogleand before i knew it, my shirt was off.she kissed my neck so softlyfelt like i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/7648841772283402184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=7648841772283402184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/7648841772283402184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/7648841772283402184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-cheating.html' title='Its not cheating'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812582797048645653.post-2032005886889229513</id><published>2009-04-13T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:49:27.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Thirst</title><summary type='text'>LeighShe fucks mebut mentallyand i can honestly say that i have never been fucked so good.The last time we talked was about three days agoTwo sixteen in the morning,my phone rangand although i was sleeping hard, i heard itit was likei felt her"Leigh, i need you"damnthat shit touched me"tell me what you need, and you can have it"I knew she just wanted to use me.but at this pointi didn't care"i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/feeds/2032005886889229513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7812582797048645653&amp;postID=2032005886889229513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/2032005886889229513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812582797048645653/posts/default/2032005886889229513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelust.blogspot.com/2009/04/late-night-thirst.html' title='Late Night Thirst'/><author><name>Oshun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17922774125231742633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUuT-_mi5VA/TrIaPkW_DyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/n8036HZ_U5U/s220/DSC_0096.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
