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	<title>Comments on: Solo</title>
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		<title>By: allforher</title>
		<link>http://denyingthumper.com/2009/07/17/solo/#comment-822</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:37:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&quot;I was so close to her, I didn’t need to hear the sound of the vibe’s motor becoming rhythmically muffled to know she was fucking herself with it. Twenty days of denial screamed at the injustice of missing a chance to participate in her pleasure. Her orgasm started to build and the pace of her movements under the cover quickened. Her breathing was fast and shallow. I moaned. She came. I whimpered.&quot;

I know the feeling, and frankly I&#039;ve come to love it.  I&#039;ve now mentioned it a couple of times, but I&#039;m really getting into this feeling of being just slightly humiliated.  I know it&#039;s not really about that, but the feeling is there none the less and I&#039;m really starting to get off on it.  What&#039;s almost worse (or is it better?) is when she has me corral the children so that she has plenty of time to take care of herself, leaving me to clean her toys for her and stay chaste.  I&#039;m getting weak in the knees thinking about it...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I was so close to her, I didn’t need to hear the sound of the vibe’s motor becoming rhythmically muffled to know she was fucking herself with it. Twenty days of denial screamed at the injustice of missing a chance to participate in her pleasure. Her orgasm started to build and the pace of her movements under the cover quickened. Her breathing was fast and shallow. I moaned. She came. I whimpered.&#8221;</p>
<p>I know the feeling, and frankly I&#8217;ve come to love it.  I&#8217;ve now mentioned it a couple of times, but I&#8217;m really getting into this feeling of being just slightly humiliated.  I know it&#8217;s not really about that, but the feeling is there none the less and I&#8217;m really starting to get off on it.  What&#8217;s almost worse (or is it better?) is when she has me corral the children so that she has plenty of time to take care of herself, leaving me to clean her toys for her and stay chaste.  I&#8217;m getting weak in the knees thinking about it&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Tom Allen</title>
		<link>http://denyingthumper.com/2009/07/17/solo/#comment-778</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 09:54:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&lt;i&gt;I’m not sure what it means either, but it might help if you go read the clusterfuck for yourself.&lt;/i&gt;

:snort:
I think that we were long overdue for one of these. They happen sometimes when bloggers get comfortable, and some people start writing what they *really* think. Sometimes there&#039;s a critical mass of bloggers...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>I’m not sure what it means either, but it might help if you go read the clusterfuck for yourself.</i></p>
<p>:snort:<br />
I think that we were long overdue for one of these. They happen sometimes when bloggers get comfortable, and some people start writing what they *really* think. Sometimes there&#8217;s a critical mass of bloggers&#8230;</p>
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