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		<title>(from: anonymous) Body Shots</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He walks into the bedroom and notices a crisp white sheet covering the bed, and in the middle, two shot glasses and a salt shaker. On the nightstand is a bottle of tequila. He is fresh from their shower, wearing only a towel. Moments later, she enters the room with a bowl of lemon wedges [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=176</link>
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		<title>(from: Rubina) Slapping Party</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I feel like slapping this dumbhead,&#8221; Meg says while sipping her morning coffee. &#8220;Why not?&#8221; Mada laughs. Meg puts down her cup of coffee and slaps me hard in the face. The girls laugh. It is the usual morning setting: I am kneeling on rice, topless, with metal clamps on my nipples, while my colleagues [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=174</link>
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		<title>(from: Subbie) Master and I</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As my purse is sitting on the desk in front of me, I hear the beeps from the text message going off. My body fills with excitement because I know it&#8217;s from him. The text tells me &#8220;to be ready to show me the real slave you are all night long&#8221;. I feel my pussy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=171</link>
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		<title>(from: Rubina) Disciplined</title>
		<description><![CDATA[From the first occasion when I got corporal punishment, the girls in my office room consent that my work improved. So the three girls (Mada the boss, Dana and Meg) agreed that I had to undergo a regular discipline. The office manager gave her consent, too. Since that on arriving in the morning, when the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=168</link>
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		<title>(from: Rubina) Mistakes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Comments: I am an assiduous clerk, working together with three other girls in a room of our office. Our work is simple bookkeeping. It is very boring and I frequently make mistakes. Then I am chided by our gang boss, the pretty Mada, while the two other girls giggle. Meg and Dana enjoy my humiliation, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=164</link>
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		<title>(from: anonymous) Mind Controlled For Sex!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve had this fantasy for a long time, ever since someone in my acting class said he went to a hypnotist to help him get over his stage fright. I&#8217;ve had a lot of different versions of this fantasy. It&#8217;s the one fantasy I turn to when I want to make sure I can cum. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=161</link>
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		<title>(from: anonymous) Rough fantasy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have a wonderful relationship with a wonderful boyfriend who treats me right. Most of the time we have a great sex life. But there is one sexual fantasy I have that I think about all the time. Sometimes when I am having sex with my boyfriend, I want him to grab my wrists and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=157</link>
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		<title>(from: Holly) Hubby told me to write my dirtiest fantasy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My hubby found this site looking for bondage pics. He decided I need to post something here. I am sitting in front of the computer naked typing this. My hubby is sitting next to me and playing with my tits. He wants me to post this under my real name and he wants me to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=151</link>
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		<title>(from: anonymous) Darkness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;From now on you are not allowed to say a word,&#8221; he tells me. I am wearing a slinky black dress. There is nothing on underneath it, his orders. We get into the car. He refuses to answer any of my questions. We pull up in front of a hotel. I&#8217;ve never been there before. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=146</link>
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		<title>(from: Nena) Meeting Tilda (part 1)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I know she had been watching me. I could feel it every time I had my back to the room. Who she was exactly I am not sure but I knew the weight of her gaze. It burned and tingled all at the same time. I knew that I shouldn&#8217;t feel the way I did. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=144</link>
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		<title>(from: Krogen) Bubblebath Lovers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For our seventeenth anniversary my wife and I decided to celebrate with a long weekend at a clothing optional resort in central Florida. The resort was packed with people all of them nude having a great time. The place had everything&#8211;tennis courts, multiple swimming pools, a wonderful dinning room and a huge dance floor. We [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=142</link>
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		<title>(from: anonymous) The Rendezvous</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was bound to happen. They both knew it. It seemed that over the years their paths would cross and they would find themselves wondering about all the possibilities. Their circumstances always kept them from acting on their desire. This time was different. Now, for whatever reason, they were unencumbered by other commitments and free [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=140</link>
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		<title>(from: Slave) Master and slave</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He grabbed my arm in a deceptively tight grip. &#8220;Let&#8217;s go&#8230;.now!&#8221; he growled just loud enough for me to hear it&#8230;and feel the simmering anger. I kept a well practiced expression of nonchalance on my face, knowing that to alarm the other guests at the party would not do, and any hint of my pleasure [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=138</link>
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		<title>(from: bonanza) This really happened today</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My dirty married Christian house wife slut wanted me today while I worked from home. Fine, I ordered to my house. When she arrived I sent her up stairs and told her to disrobe to her undies. I made her sit on her hands while she sucked my dick and licked my balls. No eye [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=136</link>
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		<title>(from: Michael) Seduced!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[David had been my best friend for over five years. A hard working guy, he had turned to me for all kinds of life advice and I had freely given it. We were different that way. He was eight years older and ran the bar where I liked to hang out. I was a lawyer [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=134</link>
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		<title>(from: anonymous) Beauty Bound (Part II)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I throw her onto our bed while leaving him to figure out how to turn enough to watch us. I grab another piece of rope as she turns herself onto her back, hands pinned beneath her own body weight. I push her back onto her side and undo one of the cuffs. I lengthen it [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=132</link>
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		<title>(from: anonymous) Beauty Bound (Part I)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve got my male lover tied to a hook in the ceiling of my room. Stripped buck-ass naked and hands held high over head; he is a hairy beast glaring down at my demur figure. But he&#8217;s rock hard. I make sure he stays that way with a quick flick of a tongue over his [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=130</link>
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		<title>(from: anonymous) My Deepest Fantasy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[For as long as I can remember I have had sexual fantasies.  They vary in degrees of deviance from mild to severe. But my most prevelant fantasy is one that I wish could become more. It doesn&#8217;t matter where I start the fantasy, whether it is work, or home, or play, it all comes down [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=126</link>
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		<title>(from: Don) My Wife&#8217;s Obsession</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My wife Sharon and I were married for 20 years. For a forty year old woman, she is really hot. She is white, blond hair, green eyes, 5&#8217;5&#8243; 140 lbs. 36D-28-38. A years and a half a ago, a black man hired in where she worked. He started hitting on her immediately. He was relentless. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=124</link>
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		<title>(from: raDar) To the woods!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When my wife and I were much younger, we liked to go outdoors as much as we could, walking, hiking, camping, gardening, horse-riding. And we were lucky enough to live in a great, unspoilt area. Once we took a drive into the hills, and stopped in the car park in a wooded valley. Leaving the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.symtoys.com/whispers/?p=121</link>
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