<?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-238241736864688081</id><updated>2011-11-05T22:29:07.992-07:00</updated><category term='and other things'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sex, Love, and other things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238241736864688081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CarleyRosetheMonster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709557222463531525</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-238241736864688081.post-1264329846555767006</id><published>2011-02-04T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:56:32.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BY THE WAY</title><content type='html'>This story isn't just about sex, the first chapter just happens to contain a sex scene.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a lonely cat-lady.&lt;br /&gt;I just like to write. SO! This is my new story, called "&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sex, Love, and other things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;It's about a girl, going through relationships and what-not, making decisions, trying to find out what's perfect for her, whats not, and going through experiences most of us have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238241736864688081-1264329846555767006?l=sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1264329846555767006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238241736864688081/posts/default/1264329846555767006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238241736864688081/posts/default/1264329846555767006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/by-way.html' title='BY THE WAY'/><author><name>CarleyRosetheMonster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709557222463531525</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-238241736864688081.post-6315702397581966660</id><published>2011-02-04T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:52:29.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and other things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1: Sean</title><content type='html'>"Oh fuck, baby, you like that?" Sean moaned to me in a whisper,  thrusting into my body harder, as our boney hips started to pound  together. I breathed heavier and heavier, bit my lip and reached for the  edges of his bed to grab, trying to keep from moaning loud. I nodded,  wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was torture, trying to keep quiet because Sean  had to live in a dump of an apartment complex where the walls were  paper-thin. His neighbors had filed a noise complaint to his apartment,  for hearing me moan, once before. I guess no one has sex here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wild grin spread on his face, grabbing my wrists and pushing my  fingers through his dark hair. He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around  his thin waist. Sitting up, he roughly grabbed my sore hips and pushed  me down hard. I gasped, my mouth opening, letting out moans and short  cussing. I lightly bit the middle of his shoulder as he gripped onto my  ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My curled toes started to unwrinkle themselves, exhausted and  pleased by the sensation that was taking over my body. I lifted my face  away from Sean's hot shoulder and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He  turned.&lt;br /&gt;I wasent sure if he was avoiding it on purpose, or if it  were an accident. I stopped thinking about it and thrusted my lower-body  toward him. Between all the deep breathing, moaning, cussing, and  sex-talk, the space we were in soon became a hot, sweaty, dark room with  Joe Dirt playing quietly on the small TV screen across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harder  baby," I cooed into his ear. I knew what made him go crazy. He flipped  me onto his bed, my naked body shivered quickly. The hot air was gone.  Sean came on my stomach, letting out a satisfied moan.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He laid down on my right side. I took a deep breath, attempting to slow my raging heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;Sean  kissed me on the lips, got up, and grabbed his tissues. He wiped down  himself, then my stomach.&amp;nbsp; I was used to never finishing, never reaching  an orgasim; It wasen't Sean's goal. His goal was to finish ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean found his plaid boxers, slipped them on, turned off the TV, and got into bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell asleep, only our feet touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a true romantic, right? &lt;i&gt;Yeah..&lt;/i&gt; Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/238241736864688081-6315702397581966660?l=sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6315702397581966660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-1-sean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238241736864688081/posts/default/6315702397581966660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/238241736864688081/posts/default/6315702397581966660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexloveandotherthings.blogspot.com/2011/02/chapter-1-sean.html' title='Chapter 1: Sean'/><author><name>CarleyRosetheMonster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709557222463531525</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>
