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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>My wife is the sexiest woman on the face of this planet.</description><title>I'm a Lucky Man</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @poisoniv1)</generator><link>http://poisoniv1.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>I was working out</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was working out down in the basement, working on a   heavy bench press set. I was working up quite a sweat and was  breathing  hard. I had just started a set of five reps when I heard the  door to  the basement open. I finished my set, re-racked, and looked  over. My  wife was sitting on the bottom step, her chin resting in the  palm of her  hand, watching me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Don’t mind me,” she said. She rarely comes down in   the basement when I’m working out, so I was kicked out of my rhythm  for  a minute. But once I got my breath back, I braced myself for  another  set of five.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was my last set, and it was hard. But at five, I   pumped the bar back into the rack. My pecs and arms felt like they  were  on fire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I remembered my wife was there. I looked over   at her, and she was still watching me. But now her knees were apart,  and  her hand was between her thighs. Her cunt was right there, two  fingers  holding her outer lips open, her middle finger rubbing  feverishly on her  clit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://poisoniv1.tumblr.com/post/6625903010</link><guid>http://poisoniv1.tumblr.com/post/6625903010</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2011 13:31:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>We invited Julie over for dinner the other night</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We were sampling bourbons and pretending to be professional bourbon   critics. My wife, at one point, took a sip and said, &amp;#8220;It tastes like   cherry and oak, with an earthy finish. And I detect a hint of &amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; she   paused for dramatic effect, swishing the taste a little in her mouth   &amp;#8220;&amp;#8230; cunt!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We all laughed, but I noticed Julie looked at my wife in a different   way after that. A certain glassy-eyed gaze, with a bit of a flare to  her  nostrils, like she couldn&amp;#8217;t quite catch her breath.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://poisoniv1.tumblr.com/post/6591850145</link><guid>http://poisoniv1.tumblr.com/post/6591850145</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2011 13:30:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>This morning, my wife woke me up</title><description>&lt;p&gt;She snuggled up behind me, her hand down the front of my underwear. She  had her fist around my cock and was breathing in my ear. “Why is your  dick so hard, baby?” she said. “What are you dreaming of?”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://poisoniv1.tumblr.com/post/6561115622</link><guid>http://poisoniv1.tumblr.com/post/6561115622</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2011 15:08:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>You might not know it</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You might not know it by looking at her, but my wife may be the sexiest person on the face of this planet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But it would only take a minute or two of talking to her before you’d  know it was true for yourself. She’s one of those people who naturally  exude sexuality. You can’t be in her presence for more than a minute or  two without thinking about fucking her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And she knows she has this effect on people.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://poisoniv1.tumblr.com/post/6560685685</link><guid>http://poisoniv1.tumblr.com/post/6560685685</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2011 14:53:49 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
