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            <title>I Have Fetishes And I Need Advice</title>
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<p><img height="191" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/foot-fethish.jpg" alt="foot-fethish" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Well it all started about 1 month ago. I was walking inside a food store and I was doing the usual shopping for food. I am a 21 yr old male by the way. Well I was walking along the store doing my shopping and suddenly I saw a brunette in high heels and capris on and her toes looked so pretty. I was suddenly turned
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            <pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 22:13:10 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Translate Our Secrets into 58 Languages!</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<h2>Great News!</h2>
<p>We just added an instant website translator powered by Google, so that people can <span style="text-decoration: underline;">read our secret stories in 58 Languages</span>.</p>
<p>Be sure to share the our craziest stories with your non English reading friends <img src="http://www.storypeeps.com/plugins/editors/jce/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/img/smiley-cool.gif" alt="Cool" border="0" title="Cool" /></p>
<h4>Look for this tool box on the right half of your screen.</h4>
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<p> </p>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 03:31:11 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Tales Of My Sister</title>
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<p><img height="201" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/incest-brother-sister.jpg" alt="incest-brother-sister" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />It all started way back when.... I had never been attracted to my sister... but when I turned 15 I started to see her in a different light. Started to see her for who she really was. A horny woman, a horny woman in need of sex. I would hint at her for years but really, who hits on their sister?? I didn’t know how
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            <pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 15:45:10 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Raise Your Hand To Me</title>
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<p><img height="199" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/battered-woman-contemplation.jpg" alt="battered-woman-contemplation" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />If anyone would have told me my life would end up this way, I would have argued them down. I could never be one of those women that sit back and let someone run all over them. I'm nobody's doormat. This a promise I made to myself, after all I watched the men go through the revolving doors of my childhood home. My mother was one
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            <pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 23:12:45 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Death Of A Real Friend</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/60-the-venting-machine/280-death-of-a-real-friend</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/death-of-a-friend-shooting.jpg" alt="death-of-a-friend-shooting" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />The year, 1984. The place, Highland Middle School in Ash Flat, Arkansas. I was a mere lad at that time in my life, I think I was about 12,&nbsp;but&nbsp;I knew a real good friend when&nbsp;I met one. Sam was just that.</p>
<p>She was a one of the few people who was nice to me from my first day&nbsp;in a new school and a new state. I was
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            <pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 22:16:08 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>What Do I Do?</title>
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<p><img height="235" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/confused_guy.jpg" alt="confused_guy" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />As our lives together began we had an alright yet very turbulent relationship. I was still married to a woman that had moved away a few months earlier and she was still married to a man that was always mean to her. Naturally we had many arguments, some that ended up in a lot of pushing and shoving.</p>
<p>I had my own little tryst with a woman
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            <pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 21:43:24 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Why Should I</title>
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<p><img height="199" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/nervous-guy.jpg" alt="nervous-guy" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I happened to stumble over this site and as I looked it over I thought damn just the place that I could unload my mind and maybe get a lil peace for myself or at least get something positive said to me. But then I came across a few stories that have something to do with what I wanted to get off of my chest and
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            <pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 04:44:58 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My Sisters Boyfriend</title>
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<p><img height="200" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/cheating-sister.jpg" alt="cheating-sister" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />So, I was at my step sisters house, while being off from school for a while. She had this boyfriend whom liked me very much, well he was a whore and a womanizer, but he was way cool. We got along pretty good for the most part. We would chat it up about music and gossip amongst other things. I was a partial 420 smoker and
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            <pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 21:52:40 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Sweet Oblivion</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>SWEET OBLIVION by Asia</p>
<p>empty promises fill her head<br />lust tongues cradle the thoughts<br />eyes reveal the love<br />but lies conquers the mind<br /><br />the truth deceives what is<br />laying close to happiness<br />oblivion from everyone<br />as two come together as one<br /><br />on awakening of my senses<br />the smell of roses fills the room<br />the site of a shadow unknowing<br />life or death questions my mind<br /><br />dreams can fool my reality<br />freedom is
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            <pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 07:39:19 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Learning To Let Go...The Story Of A Mother</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><img height="196" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/college-move-in-day.jpg" alt="college-move-in-day" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Excitement, joy, the feeling of shear accomplishment was what I felt at that moment. Patting myself on the back “good job Mom, you did great”, I told myself. This moment is one I will cherish for the rest of my life. I hold my breath as I hear her name being called and she walks across the stage to accept her High
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            <pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 22:39:57 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Crossing Boundaries</title>
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<p><img height="288" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/crossdressing-crossing-boundaries.jpg" alt="crossdressing-crossing-boundaries" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I was 21 small frame man who always has had a desire to be with a man. I was at a bar and drinking hard, when a very good looking older man came up and sat beside me. He introduced himself as Doug and offered to buy me a drink which I couldn't refuse LOL.&nbsp;</p>
<p>As the night went on we talked about all different kinds of
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            <pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 08:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>To Be Myself Again</title>
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<p><img height="374" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/mexican-lover.jpg" alt="mexican-lover" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />It was my last week at the sub shop where I worked, and I was preparing to start a new job and have better life. I used to be addicted meth and slept around with guys just for my pleasure. After I got what I wanted I’d never speak to them again unless they were just that good.</p>
<p>I know it may not be a great way
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            <pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 19:47:10 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Pain Killer Addiction</title>
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<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/pain-killer-addiction.jpg" alt="pain-killer-addiction" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I’ve had a pain killer addiction problem for almost 20 years now.im only 33 years old and spent over half my life getting high. I’ve been telling my family that i stopped getting HI but still take pain killers everyday don’t know what to do or where to go. I fell so guilty lying to my dad all the time i fell like such a disappointment
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            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 23:03:57 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Life After Vietnam</title>
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<p><img height="197" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/life-after-vietnam.jpg" alt="life-after-vietnam" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />My secret is that I think I am over the hill.</p>
<p>&nbsp;I think that at the age of 60 no one wants to listen to a guy my age. And yet my problems might be different but they are still problems that keep the heart, soul and mind from being at peace.</p>
<p>At one point in my life it was all right to spout off about Vietnam. Actually
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            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 14:31:02 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>PTSD: 40 Years Of Inner Pain</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/65-member-biographies/263-ptsd-40-years-of-inner-pain</link>
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<p><img height="207" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/vietnam-PTSD-soldier.jpg" alt="vietnam-PTSD-soldier" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Here is my hang up in a nutshell. I am a 60 year old guy who is still haunted by the war. The Vietnam War. So why would I have to keep that a secret? Because I do not want to burden my family and&nbsp; loved ones with the thoughts of knowing that I am still suffering from the war.</p>
<p>Doesn’t sound so bad, does it. Maybe
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            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 02:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Stolen Camry</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/37-cops-and-robbers/262-stolen-camry</link>
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<p><img height="463" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/stolen-car-key-cylinder.jpg" alt="stolen-car-key-cylinder" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />This must have happened when I was 15, at least that’s the age that pops into my head when I think back of&nbsp;when this happened.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Okay, let me tell you the setting. It was July on a pleasant Thursday night in central Mass. My friend which I met in middle school (Ralph), told me that he was finally going to steal a car and take me on
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            <pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 23:57:22 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My BDSM Experience - Part II</title>
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<p><img width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/BDSM-bondage-relationship.jpg" alt="BDSM-bondage-relationship" height="431" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I started getting into BDSM 2 1/2 years ago and quite accidently which is kind of funny. I was on a dating site looking for a "normal" relationship. I came across a personal ad from a Dom who was seeking a submissive.</p>
<p>Prior to that, I did not know what BDSM was. The only thing I knew was just the visual stereo type that videos and pictures portrayed it to be. Through our email writing, he possessed a
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            <pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 07:04:38 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Get Turned On Way Too Much</title>
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<p><img height="272" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/dirty-girl.jpg" alt="dirty-girl" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I love sex. I love having sex with someone I love. Now that I am single, I've been hanging around a new crowd of men. I don't feel like I am myself, or completely comfortable around them until I have sex with them.</p>
<p>I masturbate several times a day. I find myself aroused and wet out of nowhere. Just certain thoughts, movements, sounds, objects, men, c*cks, d*cks,
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            <pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 17:15:50 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My Dilemma</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><img height="436" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Man_Panty_Hose.jpg" alt="Man_Panty_Hose" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />My dirty little secret that I am airing here for the first time, has to do with my desire to wear sexy ladies panties and hose.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">As I sit here now I am wearing a sexy black silk thong panty. I go quite wild at the mere feel of the string as it runs up my backside. I have gotten away
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            <pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 08:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Naked Massages On Crystal Meth</title>
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<p><img height="224" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/crystal-meth-massage.jpg" alt="crystal-meth-massage" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Sorry it has been a while since I wrote! Busy busy summer. So I frequently visit these memories, and often, a part of me misses this part of my life.</p>
<p>It was during late spring, that Kattie introduced me to a friend whom did crystal meth, Her and I would party every weekend. Weed was an everyday all day drug, but we would look to any other
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            <pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 06:33:10 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My Old Life</title>
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<p><img height="185" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/teens-smoking-weed.jpg" alt="teens-smoking-weed" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I miss my old life way too much. I used to have friends that would always hang out with me but now... all I have now is a girlfriend that doesn’t let me have friends or even talk to other people I can only see her for like an hour a day because she is way to attached to her mom who thinks she is way
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            <pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 08:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My BDSM Experience</title>
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<p><img height="221" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/submissive-woman-abused.jpg" alt="submissive-woman-abused BDSM" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I am into BDSM, although from looking at me no one would have ever guessed.</p>
<p>I look very "sweet and innocent", but I have a secret side that I can not reveal. It is like living 2 separate lives. I have fantasies of being raped. I have fantasies of willingly being sexually and physically abused. I am a submissive woman and I currently have a Master that
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 01:19:00 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>How I Became a Not Nice Guy</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/65-member-biographies/257-how-i-became-a-not-nice-guy</link>
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<p><img height="226" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/karaoke-bar-girls.jpg" alt="karaoke-bar-girls" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />In my role as a logistics manager I have travelled all over the globe. I have mentioned in <a href="http://www.storypeeps.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=181:im-not-a-nice-person&amp;catid=49&amp;Itemid=73">my previous story that I used to be a nice guy</a> – but that I am no longer a nice guy. This story takes place during my transformation from nice guy to me, the me I am today, the happy me. Don’t get too bored with the
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            <pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 23:46:44 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Who Am I Waiting 4?</title>
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<p><img height="327" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/daily-routine-depression.jpg" alt="daily-routine-depression" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I sit here day in and day out...waiting...for something, but what? waiting to hear that car door slam and that music pouring from the car as you pull up from work...samething, same routine, looking for the mail to come, just another one of my daily routines, hoping it brings good news, other than bills?</p>
<p>Nothing ever comes, hoping my story can be another miraculous testimony like other's
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            <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 19:08:42 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Crossdressing Plus Adventure</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/255-crossdressing-plus-adventure</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="335" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/cross-dressing-adventure-puerto-rico.jpg" alt="cross-dressing-adventure-puerto-rico" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />At the age of 13 I worked at a hair salon sweeping the floors and cleaning up. I got the job&nbsp;because the salon was next door to our house in Puerto Rico, and the female owner of the salon liked me.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I was a thin 120 lbs male at 5'2", no facial hair,&nbsp;very&nbsp;little body hair.&nbsp;The female owner and two other hairstylists were always teasing me about how
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            <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 15:20:26 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Something So Wrong Came Out Right</title>
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<p><img height="221" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/unexpected-pregnant-woman.jpg" alt="unexpected-pregnant-woman" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />After moving from my hometown to a small rural town I spent months upon months being alone, no boyfriends, no lovers, no acquaintances, one gets fed up with the constant routine. I decided I wanted to find someone, and see if that would turn into a long term relationship then possibly marriage... It was just dream.</p>
<p>I headed out to the local bars and sought love there.
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            <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 03:03:06 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>A Typical Day With The Girl That Doesnt Exist</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/57-dreams/253-a-typical-day-with-the-girl-that-doesnt-exist</link>
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<p><img height="432" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/dream-girl-doesnt-exist.jpg" alt="dream-girl-doesnt-exist" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I’m watching TV while making a snack when my system tells me someone’s at the door, I tell the comp to switch to the security channel which shows a live video feed of whoever is standing at my front door, but it’s ok, I already know who it is, Amy getting home from work.</p>
<p>She struts in her all too cute orange outfit, with her beautiful long
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            <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 06:06:18 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Hate Can Be Poisonous</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/49-lessons-learned/252-hate-can-be-poisonous</link>
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<p><img src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/hate-can-be-poison.jpg" alt="hate-can-be-poison" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" height="421" width="300" />About 10 years ago I met the girl I would become a man with, at least in the physical sense, it wasn’t the greatest relationship, we fought all the freaking time and about stupid stuff really, Then one night she takes a trip about 4 hours away and doesn’t call me for 4 days to let me know she’s ok, and this chick at one time
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            <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 03:44:59 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Secret # 2: Facebook Shopping</title>
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<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/walmart-affair.jpg" alt="walmart-affair" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />There was a circle of friends, all from my same sleepy town...who stayed up at night to play on Facebook, while their husbands worked away at a certain workplace, or some of their husbands were in bed, ignorantly snoring thinking their wives had insomnia. This circle of friends would stay up, chat up other married men on Facebook, to who they were friends of their wives,
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            <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 21:30:04 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Good Girl Gone Bad?</title>
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<p><img height="300" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/good-girl-gone-bad.jpg" alt="good-girl-gone-bad" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />My story starts with my meeting my&nbsp;new ex&nbsp;fiancé. He was awesome. We clicked so well......He had faults, but he let me know, or so I thought what all his faults were. Unlike all the others who had hid behind a mask, until they thought I was attached, then dropped the bomb, only to get dropped....He admitted he was a felon, and was looking for a job,
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            <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 19:23:44 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Wife's Away, Hubby Will Play</title>
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<p><img height="199" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/blonde-woman-texting.jpg" alt="blonde-woman-texting" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />It's not been a great time for me and the wife for the past few months. Sex has entered a new low&nbsp;and since she rarely gives it up, I go around looking.</p>
<p>She was heading out of town for a few days and since I had the house to myself I thought I'd reconnect with a young girl I met last year when I was working as
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            <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 20:00:46 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>His Secret</title>
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<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/his-bisexual-secret.jpg" alt="his-bisexual-secret" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Honesty is the main way to keep a relationship going.&nbsp; Once a lie, even a small one, gets out, there is no turning back.&nbsp; Trust is another issue that a relationship is based on.&nbsp; In addition, both of these have kept our relationship to be the same since day one.</p>
<p>We have both been honest with each other right from the start.&nbsp; No matter if we thought
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            <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 20:17:04 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Can't Stop Thinking About Him</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/38-lost-my-mind/246-i-cant-stop-thinking-about-him</link>
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<p><img height="329" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/tall-handsome-guy.jpg" alt="tall-handsome-guy" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />When I first saw him, he walked into the room. I thought, "Holy Shit.",&nbsp; He's tall, he's incredibly built, his face, and eyes just make me want to... We'll get to that later. Then He sat down and was just ODD, completely crazy. I thought he wanted to kill me, or someone. So needless to say, I accepted a ride home from him. lol, Shut up.</p>
<p>This
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            <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 23:38:19 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>How Do I Get Member Comments?</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>There are a few ways to make your stories popular enough, where you will start noticing lots of members commenting or providing their thoughts on your situation. The simple explanation is that your story needs lots of attention to get lots of comments. Take&nbsp;popular Youtube videos for example, the video that has the most comments, also has the most amount of hits/viewers. So let's get started!</p>
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<p>Your story is essentially web content and for web content
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            <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 23:37:47 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Found Our Hubby's Fantasy</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/62-looking-for-advice/245-found-our-hubbys-fantasy</link>
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<p><img height="292" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/tranny-husband-fantasy.jpg" alt="tranny-husband-fantasy" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />A couple of months ago, I accidentally found something my husband had been hiding from me for many years.&nbsp; I logged onto his computer since I did not have mine and needed info to give to him.&nbsp; When I logged on, he was on a website called gay.com. He had his picture up and everything.&nbsp; I confronted him and he told me about this fantasy.&nbsp; He
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            <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 04:33:01 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>How Do I Change My Profile Picture?</title>
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<p>1. Login using the SP Member Login box in the upper right of the screen.</p>
<p>2. Click on the current or stock image to go to your profile page.</p>
<p><img height="369" width="527" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/change-profile-picture.jpg" alt="change-profile-picture" style="margin: 5px; vertical-align: bottom;" /></p>
<p>3. Select Update Your Image</p>
<p>4. Now you can select a standard image from the image gallery on the bottom, or you can click Browse and upload an
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            <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 00:52:39 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>What is Story Peeps Secret Society About?</title>
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<p>Do you want to read the <strong>Most Surprising Secrets</strong> that people keep to themselves?</p>
<p>Would you benefit from sharing your darkest secrets if you could <strong>do it anonymously</strong>?</p>
<p>Do you think <strong>your Peace of Mind can have a Powerful Impact on someone</strong> who just poured their heart out?</p>
<p><strong>Join our Exclusive Online Community Today</strong> and you can read about
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            <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 19:29:10 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>The 1 That Got Away</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/240-the-1-that-got-away</link>
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<p><img height="200" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/the-1-that-got-away.jpg" alt="the-1-that-got-away" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I remember the first time I ever came across her...I was living in Mtown... it was cold...winter...I had been seeing this Italian dancerxxx...I had hooked up with through a dealer who&nbsp;would swap shit with every now and then...we got to know each other and through mutual respect for cash, we had some great times.</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As I got to know her she introduced me to a whole
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            <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 05:27:03 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Am The Master Secret Keeper :)</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/239-i-am-the-master-secret-keeper</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="174" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/small-town-usa-secret-keeper.jpg" alt="small-town-usa-secret-keeper" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I could bore you with secrets of myself, which are all untold and held but by a few trusted people in this world, but alas, I digress. I shall indulge in the deep, dark secrets of a small town usa, a town where lawyers meet after hours to discuss which case will win or lose, where the pastor of a sleepy church coverts by night with
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            <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 02:02:05 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Forgave Him</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/64-family-affair/238-i-forgave-him</link>
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<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/incest-van-bed.jpg" alt="incest-van-bed" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />My life wasn't always easy, hell it still isn't. I just know how to deal with it a little different now than I did back then.</p>
<p>I was at that age where you experiment with life. You test your boundaries to see how far you can push them and the people around you. I guess I pushed the limit once too many times. Being sent away from
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            <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 18:34:51 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Was Just A Girl Next Door</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/237-i-wasjust-a-girl-next-door</link>
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<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/just-a-girl-next-door.jpg" alt="just-a-girl-next-door" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Older men were always of interest to me, even when a freshman in high school. I was cutting out to hang with guys already graduated with jobs and their own cars. I remember this one &nbsp;guy Rob who lived on my block who had a job in which he worked nights, so he would drive me to school every morning and hang out a lot at
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            <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 13:54:03 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Love Letters</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/236-love-letters</link>
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<p><img height="290" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/love_letters-I-Love.jpg" alt="love_letters-I-Love" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Words are what I have, what I do. I am safest and most secure in a notebook. This is where I am most me. And these, these are the words I have for you.</p>
<p>I want to be close to you in every way possible. Physically, yeah, but also, I want to know about your littles--about your day to day, your minor joys and defeats, how practice
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            <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 03:42:51 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Me The CougarThat I Am</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/235-me-the-cougarthat-i-am</link>
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<p><img height="363" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/craigslist-crossdresser.jpg" alt="craigslist-crossdresser" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I am a 38 year old crossdresser that has just found the most awesome young man I could ever hope for.&nbsp; It wasn’t supposed to happen the way it did.&nbsp; I had made several friends online that I would meet often enough for casual sex and romance.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Well this one day I was dressed to the nine's and was feeling quite the horny toad(pun intended) since I
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            <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 16:32:39 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Crossdressing And Loving Men</title>
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<p><img height="331" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/crossdressing-bisexual-man.jpg" alt="crossdressing-bisexual-man" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I have been crossdressing for nearly all my life.&nbsp; I had my first of many encounters with men when I was about 25.&nbsp; The first guy I was with was really nice.&nbsp; I was scared to death the day we met.&nbsp; We had talked for days about all of the things I wanted to do.&nbsp; The day finally came when we were to meet.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I got up
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            <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 16:09:31 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Biggest Mistake Ever</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/49-lessons-learned/233-biggest-mistake-ever</link>
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<p><img height="271" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/biggest-mistake-ever.jpg" alt="biggest-mistake-ever" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Have you ever found that someone "special" in your life?&nbsp; I did about 6 or 7 years ago.&nbsp; I have been on this earth for just over a half century and as I look back through my life and where I have been, what I had done, my life with my kids and all family gatherings, and other things but I dissect my life at times.
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            <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 11:55:54 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Whose Son Am I Now?</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/50-life-in-hell/232-whose-son-am-i-now</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="267" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Brainwashed-society.jpg" alt="Brainwashed-society" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I remember growing up in Miami, life at the time was hard because I was a white kid growing up in a hood that had no white people in it...I had to do whatever it took to get by....my dad was gone and my mom was always drunk....I don’t ever remember her not being that way....I was always into fights cause everyone treated me as if
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            <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 04:02:44 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I'm A Married Dirty Girl</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/47-addictions/231-im-a-married-dirty-girl</link>
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<p><img height="272" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/dirty-girl.jpg" alt="dirty-girl" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />My husband and I decided that we would have an "open" marriage since his new job has taken him away for about 1 year.&nbsp; This concept came about over many months of conversation, and understanding that sometimes being apart, things "could" happen.</p>
<p>Well....I'm keeping a lot of secrets from him....more so because I don't want to hurt him about how much shaft I'm really wanting and how
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            <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 02:51:02 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Some Stories Are RATED R</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/blog/63-news/230-some-stories-are-rated-r</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>Well it's no secret that some of our stories are meant for an older audience.</p>
<p>Since validting age is not worth the hassle for an anonymous site, we placed a ratings bar like the one below on evey story that we considir to be not suitable for minors.</p>
<p><img height="47" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Rating-R.jpg" alt="Some Secrets are Rated R" style="float: left;" /></p>
<p> </p>
<p>We aim to have stories that everyone can read, but sometimes secrets don't come in PG-13 &amp; G
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            <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 01:55:21 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Nobody Would Believe Me If I Told Them</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/64-family-affair/229-nobody-would-believe-me-if-i-told-them</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="392" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/crossdressing-bisexual.jpg" alt="crossdressing-bisexual" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I was 18 years old and on summer vacation from school.&nbsp; I was visiting my mother that I had not been able to see in quite a while.&nbsp; She was remarried to a man that I didn't know all that much about.&nbsp; He offered to get me up in the morning and take me fishing. He said he had a nice private spot with lots of
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            <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 22:30:03 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Get Your Secrets Published!</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/blog/63-news/226-get-your-secrets-published</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<h3><img height="325" width="302" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/member-secrets-volume-I.jpg" alt="member-secrets-volume-I" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />We are starting out on a new adventure here at Story Peeps.</h3>
<p>The secrets our members share are in most cases jaw dropping, and content like that makes for some very exciting reading.</p>
<p>We have just come up with the idea to publish a collection of stories every year in a book.</p>
<p>Our books will be sold electronically through Amazon, Apple, and us. &nbsp;And if our popularity keeps growing,
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            <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 20:22:25 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>At The Clubhouse</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/225-the-clubhouse</link>
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<p><img height="169" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/clubhouse-girl.jpg" alt="clubhouse-girl" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />When I was young girl growing up in a suburb of New York City back in the 70"s, it seemed like all the boys in my neighborhood loved to build clubhouse's and forts in the woods.</p>
<p>I was sort of a tomboy when I was in junior high school and always preferred hanging out with the guys. I&nbsp;spent many hours secretly with the boys in my area
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            <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 17:33:15 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Could Of Been Worse</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/34-the-wrong-crowd/224-could-of-been-worse</link>
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<p><img height="257" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/sawed-off-shotgun.jpg" alt="sawed-off-shotgun" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I remember one night it was raining...it must of been 1995 96....life was fast...sell here buy here...run this...bake that.....I remember one night it had been raining so much...for many days....it was cold....icy.....we were riding around looking for these guys who owed us...for days we had been chasing these guys everywhere. always missing them....my friend who'd I meet through a friend, we clicked and basically lived in
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            <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 04:40:10 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Confused About Love</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/62-looking-for-advice/223-confused-about-love</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="261" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/crying-wife.jpg" alt="crying-wife" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />He says he wants me....he says he likes where we are headed....and when I talk to him about the fact that I feel that outside of the bedroom we are great...but inside the bedroom...the private part of our relationship...it is all about him...what he wants when he wants it....he says he will make more of an effort....last night I looked at him and told him I
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            <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 14:39:37 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Feeling A Meaningless Life</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/60-the-venting-machine/222-feeling-a-meaningless-life</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="200" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/live-is-meangingless.jpg" alt="live-is-meangingless" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />It’s just so sucky to have to feel these feelings day after day, yet we push along not wanting to fall behind on bills...even though we barely get by on a half ass education, fueled by so many thoughts of disappointment...wanting to always move or feel those feeling of running...the more I seem to do that the more I feel so alone....I feel like no one
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            <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 12:51:35 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Old Flames die hard</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/64-family-affair/221-old-flames-die-hard</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/uncle-and-nephew.jpg" alt="uncle-and-nephew" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Well here I am it’s a hot July night and our air broke yesterday. I'm a 27 year old married male. The family is having a reunion tomorrow, and some have come early! Much to my surprise my cousin made an appearance. I know your thinking so what? Well this is the same cousin that molested me when I was younger. He started it when I
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            <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 09:48:58 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Longing To Be With Another Woman</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/220-longing-to-be-with-another-woman</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="218" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/another-Women.jpg" alt="another-Women" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Where to begin......I've been with my incredibly hot husband for almost 5 years, we've been married for one of those years. We each have a child from a previous marriage. We recently bought a brand new home. Both have great jobs. Basically have an amazing life together. Our relationship with each other is absolutely wonderful too. He is supportive, gorgeous, caring, unbelievably sweet, attentive to my
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            <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 18:12:18 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Look In The Mirror</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/43-poems/219-look-in-the-mirror</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>I hate you, and all that you've become.</p>
<p>If nothing more came out of this, it'd be for the best.</p>
<p>You could've changed what happened, you could've stopped this all.</p>
<p>You're weak, small, nothing more than a broken toy.</p>
<p>I hate you, and everything you've done.</p>
<p>You aren't the same anymore, you have nothing to be proud of.</p>
<p>You're a fake, a liar, and pathetic.</p>
<p>There's nothing to you.</p>
<p>I hate you.</p>
<p>And everything you are now.</p>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 18:10:57 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Molested And Now Addicted To Sex</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/47-addictions/218-molested-and-now-addicted-to-sex</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p><img height="388" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/molested-addicted-sex.jpg" alt="molested-addicted-sex" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" /><em>{This story explains of how early sexual experiences developed adult behaviors, it may be of use to people who wish to overcome childhood traumas. If you feel this story is not acceptable to be on this site, please voice your comments below, and if we receive enough negative comments, we will remove this story. Thank you SP Master}</em></p>
<p> </p>
<p>&nbsp;I can’t believe I have gone that deep in
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            <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 20:22:50 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Kissing Cousins - First love</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/217-kissing-cousins-first-love</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="244" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/kissing-cousings-first-love.jpg" alt="kissing-cousings-first-love" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />People say you will never forget your first love.&nbsp; My first love was my first cousin Robin.&nbsp; She was 2 years older than me and we were always very close.&nbsp; It started out with teasing and the usual playing games that kids do.&nbsp; Popping her bra little, quick feels here and there.&nbsp;</p>
<p>As we moved into junior high and high school it became more of kissing and
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            <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 19:15:42 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Art Of Being Alone</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/60-the-venting-machine/216-art-of-being-alone</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="238" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/loneliness.jpg" alt="loneliness" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Sometimes I sit here and wonder why I keep myself so alone...feeling of nothing an shame passes over me... somewhat reveling my troubled past...I toss and turn at night hoping to wake from it all....I try so hard to cancel out the many thoughts in my mind...wishing I could find some time... of peace....sadness washings over me....I can’t seem to think....there's so much that could be
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            <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 15:47:51 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Am A Slave</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/215-i-am-a-slave</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="450" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Dominatrix-slave.jpg" alt="Dominatrix-slave" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />You would never know it by looking at me, but my whole life people have feared me.&nbsp;I was a very dominating person, but the last couple of years I have&nbsp;been very curious about being submissive.&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;I did try a couple of Mistress's then found one about a year ago that took it to a whole new level. I cooked, cleaned and did household chores. There was&nbsp; of
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            <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 22:21:36 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Is God Really There?</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/40-losing-my-religion/212-is-god-really-there</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0736909648?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=storypeeps-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0736909648"><img height="474" width="302" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/is-there-a-god-2.jpg" alt="is-there-a-god-2" style="margin: 5px; float: left; border: #f19f0d 1px solid;" /></a>I ask myself, and wonder??? Is it wrong to question GOD? <em>Is there really even&nbsp;a God?</em></p>
<p>There was a time when I removed myself from religion and lived without moral nor values. I had no way of feeling hurt or emotionally attached to anyone. Everything that has happened to me, I credit to my mother and her "Generational Curse."</p>
<p>As a child
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            <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 16:15:57 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I'm a Nudist</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/203-im-a-nudist</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="224" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/nudist_resort_sign.jpg" alt="nudist_resort_sign" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Hello. I would like to tell everyone that I'm a Nudist. I hate to wear clothes. I could go anywhere without clothes on. I told my daughter that I was going to go to a nudist resort and she went ballistic. I can't tell my family, they would disown me. I asked my wife to go to a nudist resort with me and she thought all
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            <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 08:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Unexpected Affair At Work</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/46-betrayal/211-unexpected-affair</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="200" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/office-affair-married-man.jpg" alt="office-affair-married-man" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />It must have been almost 6 months ago now. &nbsp;My place of work is small, only 80 employees or so. &nbsp;I am one of the youngest employees, and am bold enough to say I'm pretty attractive. &nbsp;That being so in addition to being a tall thin girl, I get a bit of extra attention. &nbsp;At the time I was living with my NOW ex. &nbsp;And, I
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            <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 00:45:45 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>What He Doesn't Know</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/46-betrayal/210-what-he-doesnt-know</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="200" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Interracial-cheating-couple.jpg" alt="Interracial-cheating-couple" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />My husband and I had been having some issues and he hit me and pointed a gun at me. He is high ranking officer in the air force and no one believed that he would do that. The fact that I tried to commit suicide 8 months before, and the air force docs thought I was seriously out of my mind, but it happened and I
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            <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 16:43:55 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Growing in Numbers</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/blog/63-news/209-growing-in-numbers</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>It's time to get serious here peeps. We need to get the word out so that we get more interesting people to join our Secret Society.</p>
<p>The secrets that we have now are great and many of them will blow the socks of the average Joe, but can you imagine how many secrets we could have a year from now?</p>
<p>That's right! The more people we invite to this site, the more secrets we will eventually receive,
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            <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 00:21:20 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Allow Peeps To See Your Tweets!</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/blog/63-news/208-allow-peeps-to-see-your-tweets</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p>We just added a new TAB to member profiles called "My Tweets".</p>
<p>Now you can link your Twitter account to your Story Peeps profile and display your latest tweets to our community.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.storypeeps.com/the-peeps/userprofile/VinceM">Vincem</a>&nbsp;volunteered to be our guinea pig for this pet project.</p>
<p>Remember to use your Twitter name to activate like Vince used vincem31.</p>
<p>If you have any issues with this feature, please contact the webmaster by using the link below.</p>
<p><em>This is a good way to get more
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            <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 23:45:51 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Cutting Addiction</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p><img height="213" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/cutting-addiction.jpg" alt="cutting-addiction" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Cutting is misunderstood!</p>
<p>Not all wrist or arm scars are attempts of suicide. But society loves to judge something they have no idea about.</p>
<p>I have to look at my straight lined scars every day.. I don't get sad or try to hide it. I'm not ashamed that I found a stress and anger release.</p>
<p>Just one fast slice and it's done.. I see the red drip a little
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            <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 06:13:07 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Should I Tell Him The Baby Is His?</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/62-looking-for-advice/205-what-to-do</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="361" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/DNA_Paternity_Test_drugstore.jpg" alt="DNA_Paternity_Test_drugstore" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />He blows my mind in every way he makes me smile and feel good in the inside.. I feel whole when I'm with&nbsp;him and my family seems to like him. But yet he doesn't want me ='(&nbsp; and I want him to the be mine and only mine.</p>
<p>He knows how I feel about him and I know he doesn't want anything to do with a relationship
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            <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 23:09:11 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Horny HouseWife</title>
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<p><img height="293" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/open-marriage.jpg" alt="open-marriage" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I didn't start having sex until I was 21, and when I did I jumped into it head first! My second time ever having sex was a 3some with two brothers...and well, needless to say my experiences only went from there.&nbsp; I'm a HIGHLY sexual woman, more like a nympho even (sex is almost as necessary as air to me), and to some extent...I believe this
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            <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 16:21:52 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My Real Job In College</title>
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<p><img height="371" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/italiain-gigolo.jpg" alt="italiain-gigolo" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />People always told me I was good-looking, but it was a comment I never took seriously. I remember when I was a little boy how my aunts and my mom's friend's would repeatedly say "È così ragazzo bello!"..."He's such a beautiful boy!"</p>
<p>After I turned thirteen, my mom's friends started giving me too much attention, and my mother would often get into arguments with them and little
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            <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 06:26:24 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>They Tried To Kill Me</title>
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<p><img height="200" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Cocaine-dealer.jpg" alt="Cocaine-dealer" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I’ve been straight (clean and sober) for 18 yrs, but between marriages and while I was in the fast lane, I started dealing a little powder cocaine to topless dancers for the profit and the fun of the girls. &nbsp;</p>
<p>I was set up and robbed in my own home where two dudes were waiting for me when I got home. &nbsp;They had shot and killed my
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            <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 04:27:28 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>The One Before The One</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/198-the-one-before-the-one</link>
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<p><img height="197" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/sex-with-thick-man.jpg" alt="sex-with-thick-man" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I made very important decisions during my youthful age.&nbsp; Some not so&nbsp;wise.&nbsp;&nbsp;I decided to get married just because I was pregnant.&nbsp; I wanted more for my unborn child.&nbsp; That situaion,&nbsp;all I can say was just a life lesson well learned.&nbsp; Now being a single mother taught me how to be independent.&nbsp; My son's father may have damaged me deeply, however I knew I would get through
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            <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 12:07:03 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Dont Hurry To Loose That Special Part Of You</title>
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<p><img src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/first-timer-not-good.jpg" alt="first-timer-not-good" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" height="242" width="300" />You ever had an experience where afterwards you were like "man, that sucked what a rip off" well my first time was like that.</p>
<p>I’ve never really been popular with girls, I guess I function better as a friend cause the term "boyfriend" really doesn’t apply to me, I just don’t have the experience or instinct or whatever. But at the age of 22 that all changed,
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            <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 11:18:12 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Being Different</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/60-the-venting-machine/195-being-different</link>
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<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/promiscuous-born.jpg" alt="promiscuous-born" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I was born different and all my life felt I was different. It started at birth when I developed a cyst in my right eye a few months after I was born. Since then I've been using a prosthetic eye. I was ridiculed a lot during my early school years and therefore had a very low self esteem of myself. It didn't help that my mother
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            <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 08:26:06 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Cliff Diving Accident</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/41-my-evolution/194-cliff-diving-accident</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="188" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/ambulance-cliff-diving-accident.jpg" alt="ambulance-cliff-diving-accident" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />On July 20, 2006 my life changed forever. It was a windy day in Juanadias, Puerto Rico and I had set out to look for my stolen bike. But I changed my mind and decided to look for my friend Frank instead.</p>
<p>He invited me to go swimming in the Merceditas river. My friend Luis told me not to go, so did my mother. I told both
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            <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 00:22:18 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>The Day I Was Supposed To Die</title>
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<p><img height="246" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/afghanistan-humvee.jpg" alt="afghanistan-humvee" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />The 21st.. A day that has held some meaning to my family dating back to 1982. The day my Grandmother died. Again re-visiting the day in 1991 when my Grandfather died. And, yet again my father's death shares the same date....</p>
<p> </p>
<p>&nbsp;Now on to my story. "The day I was supposed to die."&nbsp;</p>
<p> </p>
<p>&nbsp;21st day of (year and month not disclosed for obvious reasons) It was a typical
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            <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 12:42:42 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Nudity &amp;amp; Bisexuality</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/62-looking-for-advice/192-nudity-a-bisexuality</link>
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<p><img height="371" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/bi-curious.jpg" alt="bi-curious" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I’m a 62 yr old, divorced,&nbsp; &amp; I guess you could say that I’ve been very bi-curious the last 2 yrs.</p>
<p>My only experience with another male was when I was growing up with older brothers &amp; their friends. One of my brothers friend was 17, tall lanky Georgia boy. When I was 10,&nbsp;I was at his house (about a mile from mine) my brother decided
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            <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 11:43:43 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Steamy Facebook Hookup</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/191-steamy-facebook-hookup</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="220" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/facebook-steamy-love-affair.jpg" alt="facebook-steamy-love-affair" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />This story is about Nelly and Chris and how their Facebook friendship turned into a steamy love affair that caught them both by surprise. (I’m their best friend and Nelly described this story in full detail for me, enjoy ;)</p>
<p>Chris was a handsome 27 year old computer engineer, Nelly was a cute 28 year old bookkeeper.</p>
<p>Chris was the experienced one, he had his share of flings
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            <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 04:16:40 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I've Never Told Anyone This Before</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/189-ive-never-told-anyone-this-before</link>
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<p><img height="390" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/gay-bear-secrets.jpg" alt="gay-bear-secrets" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I'm almost in my mid twenties and I'm a Marine. Growing up I was always going from relationship to relationship. Girl after girl. I've settled down twice and am currently still settled down at the second. I am constantly trying to pinpoint where my secret started but I have no idea.</p>
<p>&nbsp; My secret is that I like to have sex with older men. Bears to be
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            <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 18:40:53 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Unforgiveable Betrayal &amp;quot;Till, Death Until We Do Part&amp;quot;</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/49-lessons-learned/187-unforgiveable-betrayal-till-death-until-we-do-part</link>
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<p><img height="288" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/cheating-wife-betrayal.jpg" alt="cheating-wife-betrayal" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Life can be real interesting. Life can go anywhere it wants to take you or where you let it go. During this time we develop feelings in our heart as we mature and we have a standard idea of what kind of person am I going to be in this world. I am going to live by my own personal morals. I am going to abide
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            <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 15:05:13 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>No Wonder They Call It Ecstasy</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/47-addictions/184-no-wonder-they-call-it-ecstasy</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="400" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/mdma-ecstasy-girls-party.jpg" alt="mdma-ecstasy-girls-party" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />So if&nbsp;you've read my other story, "<a href="http://www.storypeeps.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=167:good-girl-gone-bad-really-bad&amp;catid=41&amp;Itemid=73">Good girl gone bad- really bad</a>", then you know who Kattie is.....and that I get even "badder"...</p>
<p>So Kattie and I had been living together for a few months. We were always partying, out looking for something fun to do, some kind of trouble to get into. She had always been a little bit more experienced than I, and I
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            <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 06:44:58 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I'm Not A Nice Person</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/49-lessons-learned/181-im-not-a-nice-person</link>
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<p><img height="213" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/bdsm-office.jpg" alt="bdsm-office" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I used to be, but now I spend my time enjoying myself. I don't really hurt people but I do take advantage of them if they let me.</p>
<p>The following took place about 4 months ago...</p>
<p>Some days things just go your way. I am the global logistics manager for a rather large firm. I have been auditing our courier providers lately to try and reduce costs and
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            <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 22:48:47 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My Anxiety Disorder</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/180-my-anxiety-disorder</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="218" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/wheelchair-anxiety-disorder-school.jpg" alt="wheelchair-anxiety-disorder-school" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I was 13 years old. I was hated in school; because I was different. I was in a wheelchair. Therefore, amongst the hormones and growth spurts of middle school I was either mocked or pitied and nothing else.&nbsp; I would have terrible muscle spasms throughout my body which would equal terrible pain for me and all most people would do was purposely create the loud noise
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            <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 18:17:48 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Phone Booth Willy</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/177-the-phone-booth</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="403" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/phone-booth-sex-willy.jpg" alt="phone-booth-sex-willy" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I was in my twenties when I met this girl. I have to admit I was impressed immediately.</p>
<p>She was a bit wild and I was pretty shy, but a few drinks had me taking chances and saying things I never would do. We began taking dares and if you said no, you did a shot.</p>
<p>It started with 4 of us, her friend some guy and the
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            <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 03:53:54 GMT</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>As the day ends its the time I fear most, returning alone to a house full of ghosts,</p>
<p>the memories we shared, the laughter the tears, the time spent together all 23 years,</p>
<p>&nbsp;the children are grown,and everyones gone, and I'm all alone from dusk untill dawn,</p>
<p>I toss and I turn I cant sleep a wink, All I can do is lay here and think,</p>
<p>The pain overcomes me, I barley can breath, I dont understand why you
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            <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 03:12:08 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>First Time With My Uncle</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/174-first-time-with-my-uncle</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="400" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/hispanic-couple-incest-sex.jpg" alt="hispanic-couple-incest-sex" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Now I feel its time I get this off my chest…</p>
<p>Well here’s how it started. I was living with&nbsp;my uncle&nbsp;and his wife for about 3months. It was in November, thanksgiving to be correct, my aunt and uncle smoked crack and would fight allot.</p>
<p>For those who don’t know drugs make people do stupid things. She had like 4 kids from different dads, but that’s not my point.
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            <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 14:47:13 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Get Active, Get Fit, Get Aggressive</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/49-lessons-learned/172-get-active-get-fit-get-aggressive</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/revenge-no-more-nive-guy.jpg" alt="revenge-no-more-nive-guy" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Get hit. Wake up. Get dressed. Go to school.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Sit in class&nbsp;</p>
<p>Realize you are different. Get alienated for it.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Leave for recess&nbsp;</p>
<p>Kids approach. Teasing....try to ignore. This only compounds their aggression. A sign of weakness. They start to beat you.</p>
<p>Lunch&nbsp;</p>
<p>2nd recess More beatings&nbsp;</p>
<p>Go home. He waits till she goes to sleep, and he starts in.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Dont talk back</p>
<p>Get beat anyways&nbsp;</p>
<p>Wake up and do it again.</p>
<p>Every day. For ten
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            <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 07:31:07 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Right Or Wrong?</title>
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<p><img height="195" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Kissing-Cousins.jpg" alt="Kissing-Cousins" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Hey well here is a BIG secret.. I have done a lot of bad things in my life and well most of my life feels like a dreams rather than me living it...</p>
<p>I guess it’s good in that way...but anyways I was about 12 going on 13&nbsp;when I started doing "things", and doing drugs my family knew, but didn’t care. My mom would get rid of
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            <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 22:08:29 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Beat Up By #1 DAD</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/50-life-in-hell/169-beat-up-by-1-dad</link>
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<p><img height="224" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/beaten-by-number-one-dad.jpg" alt="beaten-by-number-one-dad" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I’d have to say it all started when I was about nine or ten. My brother and I were living on my dad’s farm in Ga. We never really got beat too bad back then. We were normal&nbsp;boys doing normal stupid things. I think that my father was getting warmed up to it at this time in my life. I was always lying about a lot
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            <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 10:02:34 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Experimental Lover</title>
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<p><img height="200" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/experimental-gay-lover.jpg" alt="experimental-gay-lover" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I believe I was only 16 when it all started. I had a friend who was bi sexual and he had always had a crush on me. At the time I could never imagine doing anything like that. I thought I was crazy for even thinking twice about it,&nbsp;I was so confused.</p>
<p>Well anyways we were both at the points in our lives where we were trying
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            <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 09:06:01 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Good Girl Gone Bad - Really Bad!</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/41-my-evolution/167-good-girl-gone-bad-really-bad</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="300" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/spring-break-partygirl-crazy.jpg" alt="spring-break-partygirl-crazy" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />As a younger child, I was generally a good kid. I was a teachers pet, got good grades, and was a pretty and popular girl that said I "would <em>never</em> do drugs," and that I "was going to wait until I was married to have sex." But a slow evolution took me to the other side of that spectrum to be a full blown wild child
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            <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 21:46:19 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>The Ultimate Woman</title>
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<p><img height="220" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/religious-camp.jpg" alt="religious-camp" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />The other day I answered the phone over at a friend's house. He still has a land line. It was either a woman or girl, I could not tell but it was a wrong number. She wanted to speak to someone that was definitely not living there. I don't know why but I started chatting her up. Next thing you know we were really talking. Best
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            <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 18:46:38 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>What He Did To Me</title>
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<p><img height="197" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/russian-roulette-gun.jpg" alt="russian-roulette-gun" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />This is my life so far first, I’m 27 male married here goes, When&nbsp;I was 4 maybe 5 my same sex cousin started molesting me. When&nbsp;I was about 6 or 7 I started molesting my best friend that turned into a relationship. I loved him so much it was unhealthy, anyway the cousin that molested me stopped suddenly. When&nbsp;I turned 12 or 13.&nbsp;I think&nbsp;I liked it,
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            <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 08:18:09 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Dark Days Of My Life</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/50-life-in-hell/164-dark-days-of-my-life</link>
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<p><img height="450" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/guys-darkest-moment-life.jpg" alt="guys-darkest-moment-life" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />This one is about the second&nbsp;time&nbsp;I committed&nbsp;suicide, or rather tried to commit suicide. So&nbsp;I was about&nbsp;15 or&nbsp;16 and my same sex cousin&nbsp;had stopped molesting me. (that’s a story for another time) &nbsp;My brother cousin and some other people were there. My mom dad and aunt had gone to the boat. They were being mean to me as usual and I was already depressed. I was tired
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            <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 05:33:48 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Midnight Lover</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/46-betrayal/163-midnight-lover</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="200" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/midnight-lover-car-sex-betrayal.jpg" alt="midnight-lover-car-sex-betrayal" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />So, as a teen I grew up in foster care and girl's homes until I was the age of 18.</p>
<p>Well, I lived in a girl's home in&nbsp;the "AceDuece'' and if you know&nbsp;what that is ,well...then you know where the location is that I speak about.</p>
<p>I'm a usually loyal friend, but when it comes to sex...I have no morals lol, but that was back then. I had
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            <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 22:37:21 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Wino Shoplifters</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/34-the-wrong-crowd/162-wino-shoplifters</link>
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<p><img height="451" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/shoplifter-caught-stealing.jpg" alt="shoplifter-caught-stealing" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />When I was around 19 I had this little gang of friends that loved to party and do risky dares.&nbsp; I was always one to take on any dare since grade school.&nbsp;</p>
<p>The boldest one in high school was when they dared me to grab the wig off a teachers head.&nbsp; She must have been like 80 and STILL teaching Drama class!&nbsp; Her mistake.&nbsp; Although I'm sure
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            <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 19:20:37 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Surrounded By Men But Still Lonely</title>
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<p><img height="188" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/online-dating-nsa-sex.jpg" alt="online-dating-nsa-sex" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I didn't have sex for about 11yrs. I didn't want it at all. I gained weight and later realized that I was using my weight as a shield.</p>
<p>I felt that it was good because most guys don't like an overweight girl and so it helped keep away any unwanted attention, but everything changed when I hit my 40's, my sex drive came back big time and
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            <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 00:17:22 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Caught Daddy Cheating</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/46-betrayal/158-i-caught-daddy-cheating</link>
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<p><img height="202" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/caught-cheating-wife.jpg" alt="caught-cheating-wife" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I was 16 years old when my parents started having a bunch of problems, my mom hired a private detective to get some phone numbers of people that he had been in contact with. There was something that the private detective could not get, and that was my dad's cell phone.</p>
<p>One night my mom asked me to do her a really big favor, she explained to
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            <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 19:41:44 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>How I Learned to Kiss A Woman</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/157-how-i-learned-to-kiss-a-woman</link>
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<p><img height="311" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/hot-kiss-before-war.jpg" alt="hot-kiss-before-war" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I missed WW2 by about three years. I was 15 when the war ended. I graduated from high school in 1950 and went on to college in Riverside, CA.&nbsp;I&nbsp;had registered for the draft (the government still required registration, even though the war was over) when I turned 18. I had no idea of being drafted again, and went right on, enjoying my freshman year at college.&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;I
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            <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 17:16:57 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>A Favor For a Friend</title>
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<p><img height="451" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/crackhead.jpg" alt="crackhead" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />So the other day...no that's not how it should start.... My best friend and I had stopped talking for about ten years over a girl he was dating. I didn't approve (it wasn't my place to do such a thing but oh well) He didn't care. I moved away and didn't even see&nbsp;Him any more.</p>
<p>My wife and I had to move back to my parents house
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            <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 08:38:54 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover</title>
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<p><img height="182" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/threesome-another-woman.jpg" alt="threesome-another-woman" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />If you saw us out, you would never believe this story...but it's my life, my story, and unfortunately it's true.</p>
<p>Five years ago I met the man of my dreams. He was perfect. He was an extremely good-looking man, had a great job, and he&nbsp;thought I was the prettiest thing in the whole world. We had a brief courtship, and were married 7 weeks into it. Things
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            <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 04:52:53 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Good vs Erie</title>
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<p><img height="196" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/antidepressants.jpg" alt="antidepressants" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I hate my life right now and I want to be totally selfish and leave my home; my home, where my mother and our five pets reside and depend on me. A home that was easy to come by, financially, and surrounded by beautiful evergreen trees… a place I have lived for the last four years inside of a broken-down recreational vehicle.</p>
<p>It is where I do
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            <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 02:29:55 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Girlfriends Mom</title>
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<p><img height="467" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/teenage-boy-and-milf.jpg" alt="teenage-boy-and-milf" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />When I was in high school I started dating a beautiful girl. She was 17 and I was 17 a few months apart. I started going over to her house to study in the evenings. Her parents were nice and we got along really well. Very well in fact. I ended up moving in with them for our senior year. There was trouble in my house,
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            <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 21:03:54 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>High Sex Drive</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/42-taste-of-heaven/152-high-sex-drive</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><img height="412" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/sex-shower.jpg" alt="sex-shower" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I have a need to find women who have a high sex drive similar to mine. I have done this since I moved around the US and about two years ago I met someone who still visits my mind.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Kat and I met in an online chat room...most people were
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            <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 19:58:49 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Taboo 3 Some</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/151-taboo-3-some</link>
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<p><img height="144" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/taboo-3-guys-1-girl.jpg" alt="taboo-3-guys-1-girl" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Well it goes like this I am American and have lived in Brazil off and on&nbsp;for 8 years. My wife is from the country she's very endowed in every area of her figure .She has many close friends that are gay and that we enjoy going to clubs and dance a lot.</p>
<p>On one occasion we went to our friends to have a few drinks together. There
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            <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 21:41:15 GMT</pubDate>
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<p><img height="219" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/sex-education.jpg" alt="sex-education" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I'm an old timer, or so I have been called but I was young in days gone by, and really not very well educated in the things that men and women do to just whittle away the time .Sex for instance was for a fourteen year old an unknown pleasure. It wasn't like, I had never heard of it. I was raised on a
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            <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 12:21:28 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>AA Meeting Sex Club</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/47-addictions/149-aa-meeting-sex-club</link>
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<p><img height="200" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/sex-drugs-rock-and-roll.jpg" alt="sex-drugs-rock-and-roll" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />During my turbulent early 20's I had quite a few run-ins with the law.&nbsp; After a couple DUIs, I was ordered to go to 12 AA meetings.&nbsp; Most of them made me feel sorry for these people that had done so much to destroy their lives.&nbsp;</p>
<p>On what was to be the final meeting, I took the biggest lesbian whore friend I knew, Nicky.&nbsp; She had a
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            <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 03:02:20 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Confessions Of A Sex Addict </title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/47-addictions/148-confessions-of-a-sex-addict</link>
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<p><img height="190" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/i_am_a_sex_addict.jpg" alt="i_am_a_sex_addict" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />There are many advantages to being a woman sex addict.&nbsp; The best one is you can get your big "O" on almost anywhere without getting caught.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I once got a DUI when I was 23 and had to stay a weekend at the YMCA (Oh how I love going to the Y!!)&nbsp;sleeping on cots with about 7 or 8 other women.&nbsp; I managed to get myself off
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            <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 02:29:36 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Under Age Wild Girls</title>
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<p><img height="253" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/wild-young-girls.jpg" alt="wild-young-girls" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />When I was&nbsp;almost 18,&nbsp;I&nbsp;met a 16 year old girl who happened to have a 13 year old girlfriend at a party.&nbsp; The 13 year old&nbsp;wore enough make up&nbsp;that made her look older than me, and she was taller than me!&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p>After playing guitar and singing for them, they were both hitting on me.&nbsp; They were doing it separately though every time one would leave the room. &nbsp;
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            <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 23:01:33 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Sticky Fingers</title>
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<p><img height="300" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/shoplifting.jpg" alt="shoplifting" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />This happened when I was sixteen, and although I kinda regret it,&nbsp;I wouldn't change it. My best friend, Meg, came to live with me for the summer, and I was super excited. She had all new clothes, and some, she gave to me. I couldn't take so much, but&nbsp;She told me they were really cheap, and she didn't like the way they fit on her. It
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            <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 19:33:44 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Forever In Love With A Girl That Doesnt Exist</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/38-lost-my-mind/143-forever-in-love-with-a-girl-that-doesnt-exist</link>
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<p><img height="372" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/imaginary-girlfriend.jpg" alt="imaginary-girlfriend" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I&nbsp; never thought I’d be telling anyone this, let alone the whole world, but for some reason I feel I have to share this have to get it out and known, its either that or let it drive me totally insane.</p>
<p>How do I explain this? How do I describe being in two different worlds at the same time? What do you do when your perception of
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            <description><![CDATA[<dl><dt></dt><dt></dt><dt>I had gotten married at the age of 24 to a good girl, and we did just like a lot of&nbsp;other couples, plan for our children. In our first five years together, we had a house payment, two cars, two poodles, a BBQ grill and two sons. We would spend the next 18 years together but her parents never really liked me and they often reminded me of that. Yep, just as happy as can
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            <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 01:57:40 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My First Time With A Girl</title>
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<p>Shhhh......dont tell anybody.......</p>
<p><img height="261" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/lesbians-kissing.jpg" alt="lesbians-kissing" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I am married (but separated) and have a few kids. I have never been with anyone but my husband...until I met her. So I met this chick and we clicked right from the moment we started talking. I knew instantly that I had a made a friend for life because we just got along so well, and had so much in common. She is
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            <pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 07:24:28 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Loving a Con Artist</title>
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<p><img height="197" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/lady-con-artist.jpg" alt="lady-con-artist" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />After being dumped from a 10 year relationship, I started meeting girls through online chat rooms.&nbsp; I would drive 400 miles if the girl was hot enough.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I had decided that since my ex was 3 years older, I would go for someone much younger and&nbsp;I wasn't dating anyone over 25.&nbsp; And I sure found plenty of hot girls that just loved musicians like me.&nbsp;</p>
<p>After two years
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            <pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 03:32:10 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Cops Kid Gets Child Molester Nabbed</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/137-cops-kid-gets-child-molester-nabbed</link>
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<p><img height="262" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/trench-coat-child-molester.jpg" alt="trench-coat-child-molester" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I was&nbsp;eleven on that hot summer night&nbsp;when my boyfriend Jimmy Carr and&nbsp;I were at East Park in our small town Fallion, PA.&nbsp;</p>
<p>We were watching a softball game, sharing a large overly buttered popcorn and slurping down&nbsp;a root beer float.&nbsp; I was so into Jimmy, being so funny and looking like a blonde Donny Osmond with long wavy hair.&nbsp; Finally the game was over and Jimmy walked
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            <pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 02:39:06 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>The Wrong Crowd Finds You</title>
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<p><img height="298" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Wrong-Crowd.jpg" alt="Wrong-Crowd" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />93,</p>
<p>I wish I could say with my experience that you just need to hang out with the right kind of people in order to fill your life with the right kind of mentality.&nbsp; However this is only partially true as the wrong crowd has a tendency of finding you.&nbsp; We can all relate to this, as nobody is perfect or flawless in their actions.&nbsp; We have
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            <pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 18:41:47 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Brain Hemorrhage Experience</title>
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<p><img height="384" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/brain-hemorrhage.jpg" alt="brain-hemorrhage" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Ouch! A quick, sharp pain entered my eye and suddenly the world was black for a&nbsp; second followed by red; bright orange, red. A red so bright, that it screamed to me.&nbsp; No wait, that was my own scream. I was blind and turned sharply, only to walk into the wall; the hallway in its blackness and I felt like a ball bouncing between the walls
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            <pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 14:50:14 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Am Feeling Intense Heat</title>
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<p><img height="198" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/car-fire-night.jpg" alt="car-fire-night" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />My mind tells me that I am feeling intense heat; not just the heat from a quick sunburn on a hot summer day, but the heat as if a 1000 degrees are engulfing my body and I am melting. I can't breathe, there is no sound I can't hear anything except for the crackle of the flames.</p>
<p>I smell the night; can dark smell like anything?
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            <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 19:50:07 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Anxiety Has Taken Over My Life!</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/50-life-in-hell/132-anxiety-has-taken-over-my-life</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="224" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/lady-in-fear-anxiety-attacks.jpg" alt="lady-in-fear-anxiety-attacks" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Living in fear is almost like not living at all. With every waking moment consumed with the what ifs. You barely have time to enjoy your life and think about the possiblilities. I live my life in constant fear of the unknown, or maybe its knowing too much.</p>
<p>I constantly feel as though i'm drowning in a sea of panic. I wake at night gasping for air,
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            <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 19:46:10 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>How to Effectively Loose Your Mind</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p><img height="217" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Jay-Z-thouwilt.jpg" alt="Jay-Z-thouwilt" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />93,</p>
<p>I have never been one to accept belief because it was expected of me. &nbsp;Despite the fact that I was in school to become a minister I often was kicked out of worship groups for questioning things that people just seemed to accept with no real reason as to why. &nbsp;I eventually left the school for my own reasons and began my real searching that included
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            <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 15:39:03 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Selfish Love</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003GIRTO8?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=storypeeps-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B003GIRTO8"><img height="452" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/selfish-love.jpg" alt="selfish-love" style="margin: 5px; float: left; border: #f5a009 1px solid;" /></a>You bring me down, you lie, you cheat, you can't be trusted. you make it so that,&nbsp;I can't hang out with my friends or even have them around. I have to sit and watch you like I'm a P.I. all day.</p>
<p>I give from my heart and I always think about you even if it's something small like getting you something
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            <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 11:08:11 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Hot Days On The Freeways</title>
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<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/hot-girl-flat-tire.jpg" alt="hot-girl-flat-tire" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I was living in Tacoma, WA with a friend.&nbsp; We both were sexy, single, wild N willing.&nbsp; We loved doing crank.&nbsp; It made us horny as hell.&nbsp;</p>
<p>This one very hot afternoon we were driving on the freeway in her beat up old hot car.&nbsp; (I cannot even remember what kind it was).&nbsp; Anyhow, we got a flat tire.&nbsp; Of course we did not have a spare
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            <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 11:51:16 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>How To Connect With Other Members</title>
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<p> </p>
<h4>Login using the SP Member Login box in the upper right side of the screen.</h4>
<p>&nbsp;<img height="224" width="338" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/change-profile-image.jpg" alt="change-profile-image" style="margin: 5px; vertical-align: bottom;" /></p>
<p>Once you are logged in the SP Member Login Box will welcome you and display your profile image.</p>
<p>Underneath your profile image you will see a link to your private message system. <em>If you have a new private message, the link will notify you of how many messages are unread.</em></p>
<p>BY clicking on the
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            <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 08:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Confessions Of A Nobody</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/46-betrayal/128-confessions-of-a-nobody</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><img height="171" width="128" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/girl-on-cligg-edge.jpg" alt="girl-on-cligg-edge" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />If you would have asked me 12 years ago where I would be now, I would have never thought life would have thrown me a curve ball like this.I would have said "never".</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Instead I sit here after&nbsp;&nbsp;I was living a&nbsp;"white picket fence" life, with a husband, 3 children, a home, dogs, cats the whole nine yards, Wondering where I have went wrong.
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            <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 03:57:12 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Meeting My Soul Mate</title>
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<p><img height="450" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/girl-jeans-wife-beater.jpg" alt="girl-jeans-wife-beater" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Did you ever feel as though you have met the one you were suppose to be with, but it just&nbsp;wasn't your time?</p>
<p>I've seen her many times before. Its almost as though the universe&nbsp;was&nbsp;drawing us together. Standing on the train platform, waiting as the train stops for the doors to open. As I begin to walk on right there leaning against the door is the woman of
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            <pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 21:08:14 GMT</pubDate>
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<p><img height="400" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/men-dancing-bar-stripping.jpg" alt="men-dancing-bar-stripping" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />It was a typical warm muggy night in Florida and my girl and&nbsp;I wanted to get out of the pool and into the air conditioned excitement of a nightclub to quench out thirsts.&nbsp;</p>
<p>She then named a place in town, which I haven't ever been in.&nbsp; When we arrived, all I saw were signs of a wet jock night, and right away, I said "here we
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            <pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 18:23:32 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Teenage Pregnancy Changed My Life</title>
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<p><img height="195" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/teenage-pregnancy-shock.jpg" alt="teenage-pregnancy-shock" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />What normally should have been the happiest time in my life, was beginning to be the saddest one also. Sixteen and pregnant. "This can't be happening to me" I said as I crouch in the small bathroom at work with my seventh pregnancy test.</p>
<p>A wave of nausea hit me, suddenly I feel my legs start to buckle from underneath me. What am I going to do?
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            <pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 15:56:32 GMT</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>I had just turned 21 in December that previous year, and had ended my 7 year relationship with my high school sweetheart. Just as the weather was getting over winter, my mom and aunt Kathy called me for a road trip. The 3 of us girls were headed to Florida for a week! I was more than ready for this celebration get away and looking for fun.</p>
<p>When we got there, us girls were having some cocktails
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            <pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 21:07:50 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>The One I Called Mom!</title>
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<p><img height="360" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/beaten-hispanic-girl.jpg" alt="beaten-hispanic-girl" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Growing up I always felt as though I didn't belong. I never had&nbsp;a place in life to call my own, a family to understand me. Dysfunction was a understatement when talking about my life. Number 2 out of four girls born to a women who is addicted to&nbsp;marriage. I think she’s up to number nine, not to mention the countless (no exaggeration) men traipsing through our
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            <pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 22:48:41 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Was No Saint</title>
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<p><img height="225" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/ktone-poem.jpg" alt="ktone-poem" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I used to be crazy</p>
<p>I used to be good</p>
<p>I grew up on Mirco</p>
<p>Then the Soft hit the hood</p>
<p>My friends were no Angels</p>
<p>And I was no Saint</p>
<p>We ran around like hooligans</p>
<p>Sometimes playing with Paint</p>
<p>I drew my name on walls, Ktone was the tag</p>
<p>I’d cross out a blood and call him a fag</p>
<p>Sooner or later everyone had a gun</p>
<p>We cripped together and stuck up kids, just for fun</p>
<p>It’s
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            <pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 05:47:23 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Crazy And Illegal</title>
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<p><img height="242" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/stolen-suv.jpg" alt="stolen-suv" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />It was a dark and stormy night.&nbsp; Really.&nbsp; My friend drove me two hours into the country.&nbsp; She knew what I was about to do.&nbsp; It was crazy.&nbsp; I knew it was crazy and illegal.&nbsp; But in my heart I felt that because I was doing the right thing, because I was undoing a wrong, that even if I were to get caught everything would be
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            <pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 03:29:47 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>I Suffer From Paranoia</title>
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<p><img height="156" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/paranoia.jpg" alt="paranoia" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" /><em>hello, I am new to this site. I'll start with my life as a child.</em></p>
<p>I was born in Detroit,Mi. my mom had 5 children including me. my dad was a Jamaican immigrant and had come over to the states in the early 1980's.</p>
<p>I believe he was the one who had started my mom on crack. when&nbsp;I was 8 year's of age, my mom died of a
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            <pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 18:25:31 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>What Have I Become?</title>
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<p><img height="268" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/feeling-hopelessness.jpg" alt="feeling-hopelessness" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />It's really hard to explain, there’s days when I feel&nbsp;like sunshine, other day's feel like hailing rain. these moods, i can't help, nor explain?</p>
<p>what is it that has me feeling tired, afraid, scared to go out into the world. my room is my only safe place, my haven...where I’m&nbsp; protected from untrustworthy people who are plotting against me, or so I think that in my brain.</p>
<p>what
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            <pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 18:24:08 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>God Can You Hear Me?</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/40-losing-my-religion/115-god-can-you-hear-me</link>
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<p><img height="385" width="267" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/praying-for-miracle.jpg" alt="praying-for-miracle" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />For the one's calling out in despair Lord God. It's me, I'm praying for a miracle right now God, but you don't hear me?</p>
<p>Is it my lack of money, because I grew up in poverty, because I continue to sin?</p>
<p>They told me u were a "Father" to the fatherless. My dreams are filled with death and torment. my soul is in Desperate need of a savior.
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            <pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 18:22:20 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Semi Secret Lifestyle pt. 2</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/34-the-wrong-crowd/113-semi-secret-lifestyle-pt-2</link>
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<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00006ADFY?ie=UTF8&tag=storypeeps-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00006ADFY"><img height="431" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/adult-swingers-club.jpg" alt="adult-swingers-club" style="margin: 5px; float: left; border: #0767f7 1px solid;" /></a>We started the trip south to our first encounter. The wife and I chatted along the way, trying to decide how w felt the night should go. We were trying to figure out what kind of swing couple we were going to be... Should we be a full swap couple or should we go through the stages...</p>
<p>For those who don't know, there are several different levels of the swinger lifestyle. Stage 1:
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            <pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 01:09:21 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Life After Death – The Resurrection Experience</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/44-the-spiritual-quest/112-life-after-death-the-resurrection-experience</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="284" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/enlightenment-ascension-death-experience.jpg" alt="enlightenment-ascension-death-experience" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Before you read this secret of mine you should know something’s about me.</p>
<ol>
<li>I had a major epiphany in my life that caused me to completely change the way I live and think.</li>
<li>I had extraordinary spiritual experiences that only the greatest shamans of the world have experienced.</li>
<li>I’m not the only one who has had this type of experience, in-fact many famous people and poets have written or
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            <pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 06:22:08 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Foster Sister</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/111-foster-sister</link>
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<p><img height="382" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/girl-swimming.jpg" alt="girl-swimming" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />When I was 8 years old, my foster parents left my 16 year old foster sister to babysit me for the day. As soon as they left she smiled at me and asked if I wanted to go swimming. Of course I did, any kid would and since we had a pool in our backyard it was an instant yes!</p>
<p>To keep us protected the whole house
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            <pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 21:02:21 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My First Time</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/110-my-first-time</link>
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<p><img height="229" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/first-time-sex.jpg" alt="first-time-sex" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Sex is good for your health, helps in burning off calories, stress relief, but if not known to use correctly problems can arise.......</p>
<p>I was so closed off from the world I didnt know what sex was&nbsp; at age 13 I still had to figure it out. I didnt know what it meant to masturbate or any of those things. When I was thirteen I made out
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            <pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 06:52:13 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Semi Secret Lifestyle</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/109-semi-secret-lifestyle</link>
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<p> </p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00006ADFY?ie=UTF8&tag=storypeeps-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00006ADFY"><img height="431" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/adult-swingers-club.jpg" alt="adult-swingers-club" style="margin: 5px; float: left; border: #0767f7 1px solid;" /></a>I know, I know.... Certain things shouldn't be reveled in certain forums but thankfully this is one of those forums and this is one of those stories.</p>
<p>As simple as it will come to sound it was a long difficult journey to finally realize that our marriage and lifestyle were just a little bit different than your "normal" relationships.</p>
<p>It started simply
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            <pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 01:11:39 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>The Evil Ones Prey on You</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/60-the-venting-machine/108-the-evil-ones-prey-on-you</link>
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<p><img height="321" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/fight-evil-scurm.jpg" alt="fight-evil-scurm" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />There is an evil so vile, so disgusting in the world that I pray every day to God to destroy this vermin from the face of this planet now and forever.</p>
<p>This evil preys on the weak, the innocent, and the naïve. It confuses them with slick talk and steals their soul away from them for the love of money, the love of riches, and the love
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            <pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 00:19:45 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Undercover In The Front Seat</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/45-the-dating-game/107-undercover-in-the-front-seat</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p><img height="279" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/sex-in-car-fingering.jpg" alt="sex-in-car-fingering" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />A few years back my sister and I were riding with our boyfriends, her and her BF were in the back seat, while my BF was driving and I was riding shotgun. In middle of driving to town my BF reached over and unziped my fly and started rubbing my button. I was thinking OMG! my sister or her BF might see....that was combined with me
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            <pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 04:24:23 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Bully For Just One Day</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/38-lost-my-mind/106-bully-for-just-one-day</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><img height="500" width="337" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/harry-potter-movie-bully.jpg" alt="harry-potter-movie-bully" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I was born and raised in a small Caribbean island: Puerto Rico. Since I was a kid I have always been very independent, I did my own thing at my own time. Most of the time I was out of trouble but that was just “most” of the time. While in middle school I got in with a great crowd of friends.
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            <pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 09:27:08 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>No Remorse</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/53-what-no-one-knows-about-me/105-no-remorse</link>
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<p><img height="232" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/vigilante-justice.jpg" alt="vigilante-justice" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />For years now I've lived with this secret so you can understand how difficult it will be for me to let it out now, online, to a bunch of strangers. My family, closest friends, hell, even my wife of 8 years has no idea of&nbsp;who I really am or anything I speak of here today. The only reason I'm writing about this on here is because
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            <pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 21:53:07 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Gangsta Life</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/49-lessons-learned/104-gangsta-life</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000001Z1E?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=storypeeps-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=B000001Z1E"><img height="300" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/Gangsta-life-bloodz-crips.jpg" alt="Gangsta-life-bloodz-crips" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" /></a>Do you really know what separates you from the thugs that you find in the seedy parts of your local neighborhoods?</p>
<p>Well I do because I lived the gansta life for several years, before I decided to change me ways. I’m going to give you the rundown.</p>
<p>In middle school I met a select group of friends who happened to have relatives in a local gang.
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            <pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 20:30:57 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Review of Doctors – Bad News For The Gullible!</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/59-politics-as-usual/102-review-of-doctors-bad-news-for-the-gullible</link>
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<p><img height="300" width="296" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/reviews-greedy-doctors.jpg" alt="reviews-greedy-doctors" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />I grew up believing that doctors care about people and that you should always trust whatever they say, because they are looking out for your best interest.&nbsp;&nbsp;Many people still think this way, but I hope&nbsp;that my review of the doctors in my life and my families lives changes this false perception forever.</p>
<p><em>(Please forward a link of this to your friends because sooner or later someone you
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            <pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 01:33:49 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Finding My Sensuality and Talent</title>
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<p><img height="231" width="246" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/live_web_cams_chat.jpg" alt="live_web_cams_chat" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Years ago while chatting online my partner and I found another couple who we began to chat with regularly. The internet and webcams were new to&nbsp;us but I found myself quickly addicted and being a social butterfly I loved the idea of meeting people from all over the world. One evening the four of us started to misbehave on the webcams for each other. I&nbsp;had always
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            <pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 22:47:45 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>My Dirty Little Secret</title>
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<p><img src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/thcuteelol.jpg" alt="my dirty little secret" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />So, a while back ago, there was this guy, Chance, who was very obsessed with me. I loved him, but not as much as he loved me. I was stuck with him for over nine months, because I didn't want to hurt him, although I was very unhappy. Finally, I broke up with him, on christmas. He knew it was coming, so it was kind
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            <pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 07:18:42 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>An Unforgiveable Act</title>
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<p><img height="393" width="239" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/tequila-extramarital-sex.jpg" alt="tequila-extramarital-sex" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />Who knew that extramarital sex could be the best thing that could happen to me!!!!</p>
<p>When I left the country to be with my so called husband, to live a better life, I thought "wow I really love him to go where he was" but unfortunately things never stay the same. I ended coming back to the US alone but that is where my sadness ended. My
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            <pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2010 08:14:42 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Finding Freedom in a Locked Ward</title>
            <link>http://www.storypeeps.com/secret/52-moment-of-clarity/97-finding-freedom-in-a-locked-ward</link>
            <description><![CDATA[<p> </p>
<p><img height="400" width="300" src="http://www.storypeeps.com/images/stories/physch-ward-straight-jacket.jpg" alt="physch-ward-straight-jacket" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" />As a child my soul was destroyed by a dysfunctional family. As a result, the first decade of my adult life became a revolving door of locked psych wards, involuntary committals and intense therapy. I was hospitalized 9 times in 6 years. In the short interim of sanity between hospitalizations I struggled to keep a marriage together. After the 8th hospitalization he left and I officially
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 20:23:08 GMT</pubDate>
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