<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092</id><updated>2011-04-23T10:44:49.352Z</updated><title type='text'>Misses Sex Slut</title><subtitle type='html'>The sexual ramblings of a newly wed sex slut.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109220075470578450</id><published>2003-09-09T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T05:05:54.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Turn On</title><summary type='text'>I found a post this morning at Scarlett Diaries about what turns people on. She listed some turn-ons and turn-offs. In the impressionable frame of mind I'm in right now, I think I'll follow suit.What turns me on? Hearing that little, satisfied moan he makes when he first enters me. Sam hardly ever makes any noise, but when he gets in a certain rhythm, he makes these animal-sounding huffs, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109220075470578450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109220075470578450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/09/sexual-turn-on.html' title='Sexual Turn On'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219949226074890</id><published>2003-09-08T13:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:44:52.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexually Normal!</title><summary type='text'>Well, we got the results back from the bloodwork Sam's doctor did. They called Saturday. I was thrilled to get the results so quickly, but I kind of wish they had told us something different.They said Sam's blood shows no signs of abnormal levels of anything. So he's normal.I know, it sounds weird to say this, but I kind of wish they had found something wrong with him, so they could medicate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219949226074890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219949226074890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/09/sexually-normal.html' title='Sexually Normal!'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219986082365685</id><published>2003-09-08T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:51:00.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Talk Dirty</title><summary type='text'>And after that lovely post just moments before, in which I used the phrase "...our almost-sexless marriage," I have a hot little story to share! (No, I am completely contradictory! heh heh)Yesterday, I had taken a shower and gotten dressed, and Sam was just getting out of the shower. I was wearing short little Nike shorts and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, getting ready to go play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219986082365685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219986082365685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/09/talk-dirty.html' title='Talk Dirty'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219915249210025</id><published>2003-09-05T10:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:39:12.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Energy</title><summary type='text'>Sam is on his way to the doctor this morning, to discuss and hopefully resolve the waning libido energy deficiency thing.I asked him yesterday, if he loved me 'like that.' I mean, there's no doubt that he loves me. A lot. Beyond reason I think, some days. But, we've known each other for years and years, and it would be perfectly understandable if his undying, intense love for me was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219915249210025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219915249210025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/09/sexual-energy.html' title='Sexual Energy'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219893041974138</id><published>2003-09-04T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:35:30.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Libido</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone out there ever dealt with waning male libido? Sam says he's willing to go to the doc and talk about his problem, to see what his doc has to say about it. (I'm the luckiest girl in the world!) See, Sam claims to have a slight chemical imbalance. I don't know enough about it to say yes or no, but I won't doubt it.Anyway... I did a lot of searching yesterday for herbal supplements for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219893041974138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219893041974138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/09/sams-libido.html' title='Sam&apos;s Libido'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219840284981797</id><published>2003-08-06T00:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:26:42.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Lesbian Encounter</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, I was with a guy who gave me the opportunity to explore all aspects of sex and my sexuality. This entry is about one of those experiences.I knew a girl who was several years younger than me. She was at an age where she was just discovering herself, actually (about 17). She had determined that she was bi-sexual, with strong leanings towards lesbian. And she had a crush on me. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219840284981797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219840284981797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/08/lesbian-encounter.html' title='Lesbian Encounter'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219806305897990</id><published>2003-07-30T09:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:21:03.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Best Sex Ever</title><summary type='text'>Admittedly, Sam and I have only been married a short time. And we haven't been together overall very long (a couple of years). We've had some really rocking sex in that time, but last friday was by far the best sex we've ever had!I dont know if we were just on the same wave emotionally, if we were both at the same point physically (rhythmically, arousal, etc.), or if it was just a fluke. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219806305897990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219806305897990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/07/best-sex-ever.html' title='Best Sex Ever'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219787304733450</id><published>2003-07-25T09:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:17:53.046Z</updated><title type='text'>Double Vibrator Play</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I made it very clear that I was 'in the mood.' He understood perfectly. The only problem was that he was having back pain. We snuggled up on the couch for a while, and he fell asleep. I could not stop thinking about what I would rather be doing, so I eventually slithered out from beneath his arm and went to our bedroom.I recently got a new BOB (battery-operated-boyfriend) that is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219787304733450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219787304733450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/07/double-vibrator-play.html' title='Double Vibrator Play'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219737890516137</id><published>2003-07-24T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:09:38.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying Anal Sex</title><summary type='text'>I never began to realize how much Sam might enjoy anal sex. (I always thought he was a bit homophobic, and to me, anal sex for a homophobe seems contradictory.) It seems like its becoming a favorite of his. Before the incident in the first post happened, we had only tried anal sex once or twice. The rape scenario seems to be one he enjoys. No, its not a power thing. I honestly think he enjoys </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219737890516137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219737890516137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/07/enjoying-anal-sex.html' title='Enjoying Anal Sex'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219642752446487</id><published>2003-06-24T07:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T03:53:47.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Time for Viagra</title><summary type='text'>My guy didnt feel as frisky as I did yesterday when I got home. I flirted, I tried to seduce, to no avail. He claims that hes getting older, and his libido just isnt as powerful as it used to be. He can go for an hour or better, but only once in any given day, and usually only twice a week. (Twice is actually only if Im lucky. Except during the spring, its generally once a week).I considered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219642752446487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219642752446487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/06/time-for-viagra.html' title='Time for Viagra'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819092.post-109219686254777958</id><published>2003-06-23T12:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-11T04:01:02.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Role Play Rape</title><summary type='text'>I just recently got married to a man (Sam). On the surface, Ive always been kind of a smart, sweet, independent woman. Until Sam and I started dating, thats who I was. Since the day we became engaged, and more so since the wedding, things have changed just slightly. Let me explain.Being dominated has always been a fantasy for me, but only in the bedroom. I guess it would be called role-playing,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219686254777958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819092/posts/default/109219686254777958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missesslut.blogspot.com/2003/06/sexual-role-play-rape.html' title='Sexual Role Play Rape'/><author><name>Sex Slut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
