<?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-14322176</id><updated>2011-07-28T04:06:25.516-07:00</updated><category term='Gamers'/><category term='Toys'/><category term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Dirty Laundry</title><subtitle type='html'>Shorts stories about erotic tales.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-112209106470436242</id><published>2008-11-14T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:35:51.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dirty Little Moment of Passion</title><summary type='text'>His mouth closes over mine and all I can taste is cigarettes and booze.Still the moment takes me and I wrap my arms around him, as if to say "Take me with you".His hands work down my body and I can feel my panties fall to the floor.I try to fumble with his belt, but I am interupted as he lifts me onto the near by table.Tossing the panties aside, he slips his hand between my thighs and my world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/112209106470436242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=112209106470436242&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112209106470436242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112209106470436242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2005/07/dirty-little-moment-of-passion.html' title='A Dirty Little Moment of Passion'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-112361006056570689</id><published>2008-11-13T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:51:03.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Girl Always....</title><summary type='text'>I wrap my arms around his neckAnd nuzzle in next to his earI whisper the dirty little things I have planned for himAnd watch him begin to sweatThrowing him down onto the couch,I stare deeply into his eyesI quickly straddle himAnd I can feel his hard cock beneath my thighsI nibble his earsAnd run my fingers through his hairAs I move down onto the floor,I run my hand along his legsI unzip his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/112361006056570689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=112361006056570689&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112361006056570689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112361006056570689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-girl-always.html' title='A Good Girl Always....'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-113467251727414184</id><published>2008-11-12T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:52:49.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance</title><summary type='text'>The men in the room grow silent as the seductive sounds of Enigma creep over the club speakers. Their eyes widen as they look toward center stage.I turn to see what has captivated them and am met with the most sensual display I have ever seen. The dancer lies upon the stage like a tigress awakened from a long night’s sleep. She stretches her arms toward the audience as if to claw at them. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/113467251727414184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=113467251727414184&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113467251727414184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113467251727414184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2005/12/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-112086158375808213</id><published>2008-11-11T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:51:27.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naughty Tip</title><summary type='text'>UPDATED AGAIN“Laura, are you in there?” Joel entered the booth, only to find Laura lying naked on the VIP couch. “Laura, someone told me to meet you back here.”He scratched his head in confusion, “What’s going on?”Laura opened her eyes and focused on Joel. “Joel, I need you to help me with something,“ She cooed. Laura’s hand slowly slipped between her thighs, and began to rub her aching, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/112086158375808213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=112086158375808213&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112086158375808213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112086158375808213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2005/09/naughty-tip.html' title='The Naughty Tip'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-112234927401145515</id><published>2008-11-10T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:51:49.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Training Session</title><summary type='text'>UPDATED AGAIN            Sonia lay shaking on the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks, soaking into the Persian carpet beneath her.  Her new gold collar was cold around her neck, and Sonia wanted nothing more than to remove it.  Its coldness stung her flesh like a terrible warning of the treatment ahead of her.  Sitting up, Sonia grasped the chain from her collar and tugged hard in a futile </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/112234927401145515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=112234927401145515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112234927401145515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112234927401145515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2005/09/training-session.html' title='The Training Session'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-112709719486881471</id><published>2008-11-09T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:52:03.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex in a Motel Room</title><summary type='text'>This Story is a Work in Progress. Please leave me your comments as I need some feed back to help me finish it. Thanks. The rain was pouring down heavy as I jumped out of my old ’86 Chevette, and ran around to open the passenger side door for Jane. As I opened the door, Jane stepped slowly out of my car as she looked towards the rundown motel. She seemed unsure about staying here with me tonight, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/112709719486881471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=112709719486881471&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112709719486881471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112709719486881471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2005/09/sex-in-motel-room.html' title='Sex in a Motel Room'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-112900823971420847</id><published>2008-11-08T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:52:24.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Fill Me Up</title><summary type='text'>You fill my head with knowledgeYou fill my heart with loveYou fill my soul with hopeAnd you fill my body with yoursYou fill my mouth with your tongueYou fill my mouth with your cockYou even finish by filling my mouth with your cumYou fill my hands when I feel your bodyYou fill my hands when I play with your ballsYou fill my hands when I stroke your cockYou fill my pussy with your fingersYou fill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/112900823971420847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=112900823971420847&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112900823971420847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/112900823971420847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-fill-me-up.html' title='You Fill Me Up'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-113644382601487049</id><published>2008-11-07T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:53:01.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Private Dance</title><summary type='text'>UPDATEDThe music changes as I enter the VIP room with my customer in tow.  The songs are softer back here; easier to dance to.  I guide him over to my favorite booth and place my purse on the small tile top table in the corner.“Welcome to my Office.”He smiles.  “That’s cute.”I direct him to the multi-coloured loveseat.  He sits down, leaning his back against the side of it.“Actually, I need you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/113644382601487049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=113644382601487049&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113644382601487049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113644382601487049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2006/01/private-dance.html' title='The Private Dance'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-113718265527027450</id><published>2008-11-06T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:53:17.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure Under Foot</title><summary type='text'>I love my stilettos.  At first I was scared of them.  The thought of dancing around the stage with them on frightened me.  I had tried to wear a friend’s pair once and I felt like I was going to fall the whole time.  I couldn’t wait to get them off and get into my flat shoes.A year later, I was finally forced to wear them.  My new club had a strict rule when it came to dancer’s outfits and I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/113718265527027450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=113718265527027450&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113718265527027450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113718265527027450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2006/01/pleasure-under-foot.html' title='Pleasure Under Foot'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-113816688228831218</id><published>2008-11-05T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:53:35.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Picture, Please</title><summary type='text'>I want you to take naughty picture of me.I’ll do my hair and makeup for you.Pose any way you want me too.I’ll wear anything you want me too.Just take a sexy picture of me for you to masturbate too.I’ll wear my sexy purple nightie, if you like.Maybe expose my breast or two.My fingers will perhaps find their way between my thighs.And work my little clit for you.Does this sound nice?Or perhaps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/113816688228831218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=113816688228831218&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113816688228831218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113816688228831218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2006/01/take-my-picture-please.html' title='Take My Picture, Please'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-114111021683631669</id><published>2008-11-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:53:47.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Tease</title><summary type='text'>You tease me with your cock. Pulling it out when you think no one’s looking. You stroke it for my viewing pleasure. With each tease, you get bolder and bring it towards me. You brush it up against my lips. I quickly try to lick it but you are too fast for me and put it away. I pout at you. You smile and pull your cock back out. You wave it at me to further torment me. I stick my tongue out and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/114111021683631669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=114111021683631669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114111021683631669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114111021683631669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2006/02/quick-tease.html' title='A Quick Tease'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-114202037201754838</id><published>2008-11-03T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:54:33.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I play with it now?</title><summary type='text'>Can I play with it now?I want to play with your cock.To run my fingers along its shaft and stroke it playfully till it’s hard.I want to massage your perfect balls, feeling the softness of it against my skin.To tickle it with my tongue and feel you shiver with each wet lap.I’ll run my lips gently along its shaft, along every ripple till I reach the head.I would love to trace the rim of your cock’s</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/114202037201754838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=114202037201754838&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114202037201754838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114202037201754838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-i-play-with-it-now.html' title='Can I play with it now?'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-1105712316131630024</id><published>2008-07-09T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:10:57.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gamers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Sex Toys for Gamers</title><summary type='text'>How about this for the ultimate in gaming technology?Gamers know that with all the time we spend chatting online, playing World of Warcraft and hunting down cheat codes, that sometimes we just don't have time to find and woo the opposite sex.So instead of taking time away from the PC to find someone to have sex with, why not just modify your PC tower into a giant sex toy?  You can even have it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/1105712316131630024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=1105712316131630024&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/1105712316131630024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/1105712316131630024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2008/07/sex-toys-for-gamers.html' title='Sex Toys for Gamers'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-114969889992334792</id><published>2006-06-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:48:19.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Been Published!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so its not a book deal or anything I actually got paid for, but its still nice to have your work out there.My story,  "The Naughty Tip", has been published in a stripper industry magazine called "Sin".  This magazine is published out in Winnipeg by a Feature Entertainer I met at the Miss Nude Canada Pageant back in December.It's not Esquire, but it will do as starting point.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/114969889992334792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=114969889992334792&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114969889992334792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114969889992334792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2006/06/weve-been-published.html' title='We&apos;ve Been Published!'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-114421977585333065</id><published>2006-04-04T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T00:32:44.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Want to Play With My Laffy Taffy?</title><summary type='text'>Looking for the right words to describe your manhood or your funbags?  Below is my sequel post to my list of the Good, Bad and just plain weird terms for pussy.  This list covers the rest of our favorite play things with terms for the dick, boobs, and butt.  Enjoy!Words for the Male GenitalsGood Words:1. Cock - Always a favorite. It’s manly and rough sounding.2. Tool – I like this word. Makes me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/114421977585333065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=114421977585333065&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114421977585333065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114421977585333065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-want-to-play-with-my-laffy-taffy.html' title='You Want to Play With My Laffy Taffy?'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-114369600158063447</id><published>2006-03-29T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:54:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Pussy a Bad Word?</title><summary type='text'>Good Words:Pussy – Makes me think of something nice to pet.Kitty – “Wanna pet the kitty?” Again sounds nice.Muff – Another soft word.Honey Pot – Something sweet for licking.Cookie – Something sweet to nibble on.Clit – Dirty but not technical.Clitty – Cute like kitty.Button – Push the button and something wonderful happens!Beaver – A good Canadian nickname.In Between Words:Box – It’s okay if the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/114369600158063447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=114369600158063447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114369600158063447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/114369600158063447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-pussy-bad-word.html' title='Is Pussy a Bad Word?'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322176.post-113606973207749207</id><published>2005-12-31T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:55:32.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Writer #1</title><summary type='text'>This is a poem from my first guest writer, James and hopefully he's not the last.ODE TO JENNAOne day a goddess on high,          took the form of a dancing nymph                                     and came to Earth.The spirit of joy and fun,                  she came to share,                        to fill mere mortals with delight.To see her au natural           is to see scrumptious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/feeds/113606973207749207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14322176&amp;postID=113606973207749207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113606973207749207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14322176/posts/default/113606973207749207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dirtylaundry.blogspot.com/2005/12/guest-writer-1.html' title='Guest Writer #1'/><author><name>Faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14688162190223601873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Xj7En3AJDE/TBkTblOQddI/AAAAAAAADew/7FWnjQe7b5c/S220/TinaNFarcade-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
