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 <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 15:18:04 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Her Sadist</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/152600/</link>
 <description>“It&apos;s too high”</description>
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 <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 18:35:32 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Perverted Pleasures</title>
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 <description>Dinner Party</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 16:48:14 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Perfect Dance</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/103945/</link>
 <description>We live in a lovely place.  The house is at the highest local point and we have fantastic views.  When sitting in the lounge and looking through one window all you can see is sky.  Today it was a lovely clear blue sky.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 17:00:04 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Coming Home</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/101474/</link>
 <description>I drove through the night to be with him.  Quiet roads, driving too fast, one eye on the miles as they slip by far too slowly.</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2006 16:15:27 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>All change</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/78620/</link>
 <description>It’s funny isn’t it how we change.  I’m certainly not the same person I was five years ago, I don’t think I’m the same person I was just 12 months ago.  I’m changing all the time and do you know what?  I like it.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 13:14:07 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>First Meeting</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/75995/</link>
 <description>I’d heard about him, but I’d never actually met him.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sun, 12 Mar 2006 17:02:27 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Success or Failure?</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/75383/</link>
 <description>This morning – waking with his arms around me.  Snuggling closer, pushing my bottom towards his growing cock.  Being turned over suddenly and violently, entering me quickly, harshly – still half asleep.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 13:34:22 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Really perverted?</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/72227/</link>
 <description>I’ve just returned from a short break to Dublin.  Just about to take off the take-off was aborted – flames seen from the engine.  After lots of kafuffle, people deciding not to fly with the lovely Ryanair, more flames and fire engines, they decided that all was safe and off we went.  It’s funny how a bit of drama gets total strangers talking.  Alone on the flight I chatted with the two men sat next to me.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2006 10:52:16 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Secret Santa</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/69804/</link>
 <description>Once upon a time a lovely perverted Princess lived in a fairytale castle on top of a hill in deepest Sussex.  She occasionally wrote on a website and subsequently made a few friends.  She realised that other perverted people existed and she wasn’t lonely anymore.</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 16:14:10 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>shocking</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/68361/</link>
 <description>I&apos;ve just returned home and complained to A that it was freezing outside.</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2005 10:28:11 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Alone</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/64437/</link>
 <description>I’m all alone right now.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2005 13:32:38 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Used</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/61775/</link>
 <description>Fucked, tawsed then fucked some more.</description>
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 <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2005 15:20:13 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Dinner Party</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/57855/</link>
 <description>Our dinner party.  The very first time that we have invited others into our home to play.  I was very excited, nervous, incredibly turned on.</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2005 20:40:47 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Dinner</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/53617/</link>
 <description>Oh another dinner party, the excitement, anticipation and memories of dinners gone by....</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2005 20:26:28 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Johnny Depp by the River</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/53059/</link>
 <description>Wandering through a local town a few days ago, I noticed a group of young schoolchildren on an outing along the river.  With this group of about twenty children, I saw about 8 or 9 ‘helpers’.  I knew they were helpers because they each had big green badges on that said ‘Helper’. :-p</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 17:15:27 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Used to be hot!</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/51473/</link>
 <description>Yesterday a guy came up to me and said, ‘Have you ever been to xxxx?’</description>
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 <pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 13:32:57 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>I cry</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/51447/</link>
 <description>Yep I admit it, my name is Mel and I cry.  If I can make a drama out of a crisis, I will; especially with tears.</description>
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 <pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2005 21:01:28 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Let out for the weekend.</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/51254/</link>
 <description>So, I was let out for the weekend.  Returning to college next week and Master instructed me to enjoy this time while I can.</description>
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 <pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 19:51:13 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>Master&#39;s new admirer</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/50783/</link>
 <description>SpongeBob SquarePants came to stay a couple of weeks ago.  For those who don’t have children you won’t have a clue, so helpfully I’ve included this link. :)</description>
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 <pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2005 21:02:57 GMT</pubDate>
 <title>So....... I returned to bed</title>
 <link>http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/50559/</link>
 <description>Around 10.30 this morning I returned to bed.  I’d taken the child to school, flattened a squirrel on the way with my car, hung the washing out, chatted to a new online pal (and made an arse out of myself) and by now I was bored.</description>
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