<?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-30989570</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:40:05.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a Good Girl Going Wrong</title><subtitle type='html'>An ADULTS ONLY place filled with the sexual exploits of a Good Girl Going Wrong.  Sharing all those things that make her hot and bothered, pushing her limits sexually till she is spoiled and satisfied in every way. Pushing your buttons and maybe your limits while you read.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115619366219981450</id><published>2006-08-21T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:53:46.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy and Bored</title><content type='html'>Well sorry I haven't been posting in a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesky life keeps one busy at times, especially when there's a vacation thrown in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that must be a disappointment for at least one reader who seems to think I've been "busted" after a finger fucking session at the mall?  Oddly enough a mall I haven't been to in years, so at least one of you out there has a vivid imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also must confess to aving reached a certain point of boredom and lack of inspiration on what to do next.  There is of course a new toy in my life that has helped me see what I am or in some ways not capable of handling. (There is no way I'll ever be able to make the whole thing fit inside, no matter the level  of horny or wetness I reach!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am just sitting back, reading over CL posts and looking for one the inspires me to a new direction.  The making out ones have a certain appeal, but I just have doubts on anyones true intentions to stop without a completed sexual encounter.  I'm not into the popography stuff, that is just nasty. Honestly am not interested in the other reurring themes of postings...being eaten, having my tits sucked on for hours, or my feet worshipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a new tale to tell it'll be here for you and I hope it's soon because I'm feeling quite hot and frustrated today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115619366219981450?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115619366219981450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115619366219981450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115619366219981450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115619366219981450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/08/busy-and-bored.html' title='Busy and Bored'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115498841223454888</id><published>2006-08-07T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:51:34.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After Lunch...</title><content type='html'>... we were in his car, me without any panties wet nearly to my knees. He slid his hand over my clit in slow circles as I watched people in the busy parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there just wishing he'd slowly work his finger into me, shifting gently to get the message across. Lifting my tee I showed him my fine firm breasts and he leaned in to suck my nipple gently into his mouth.  Being a girl who loves attention to her breasts it made me even hotter and wetter. Now I was craving not only his fingers deep inside me but also his hot lips and tongue playing over my breasts till it'd make me scream in pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt his hand moving lower his fingers teasing my tight wet inner self. That had my hips lifting up, I wanted to feel his thick finger buried and tickling my g-spot while his tongue continued to play and tease my breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glancing up I could see several men in the parking lot, including one walking in our direction.  It made me even more excited and hot, as my hips were working and moving to meet his hand on and in my pussy. I was starting to get that feeling that tells me I'm about to come and I was moving more and more frantically as he pleased me with his hands and mouth while watching the starnger continue to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he slid another finger into me, making it feel even more like a fat cock as I rode his hand, getting closer and closer as the straner approached the car. Suddenly I was over the edge as waves of pleasure rolled over me making me shudder and moan out loud....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the stranger was there and we were caught...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115498841223454888?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115498841223454888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115498841223454888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115498841223454888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115498841223454888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-lunch.html' title='After Lunch...'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115461913651983967</id><published>2006-08-03T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:00:20.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Bothered at Lunch</title><content type='html'>I met my friend for lunch; it was supposed to be about business.  Guess it was just not all of it as it turned out! I worn a tee shirt tied tight in the back, no bra and a denim skirt with open toed sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who know me also know I am a flirt and a tease that’ll do things that one wouldn’t expect when you least expect. When we met after a quick hug, I sat back down in my car and took off my panties.  My skirt was incredibly short and he just about flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into his car and drove to the restaurant chatting about this and that, while I knew he was thinking about what wasn’t under my short skirt.  Once we arrived I made sure that walking across the parking lot, my hips were swaying from side to side with just a bit of jiggle to my breasts as we made our way into the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly no booths were open so we had to sit at a table, but since it was pretty dark inside it easy to get away with no panties.   We had a nice lunch talking about all things sexual, and I shared with him some of my current adventures. Just before we left I excused myself to go to the loo, it was really a chance to flounce in front on him and give him as good an eyeful as I could and trying to flash him my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the car, him daring me to flash him.  While getting into the car and trying not to burn any delicate girlie bits on the hot leather I tried to give him just a bit of a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive back he slid his hand onto my thigh, just to the bottom of my oh so short skirt, but that was close enough to be a huge turn-on.  I could feel myself growing wetter between his caressing hand and our conversation about my love of selling my panties and showing my pretty pussy to the men who buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride went entirely too quickly and we were back at my car. Soaking wet I knew I needed to feel him touching higher and moved so my skirt would ride higher on my thighs and finally moved to pull it up so he could see my red landing strip and wet pussy lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into his face as he touched my clit sending electric charges through my body. “So wet,” he remarked as he circled my slippery clit with his finger. I was dying for more and wanted him to do more.  Looking around the parking lot to make sure no one was too close by I lifted my tee so he could see my breasts, knowing how much he likes a nice pair of tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More inspired than ever he began to move in quicker circles over my clit, till I giggled from how it tickled.  Then he slid his hand lower and teased me as if he would slide his finger inside me, just as I’d been doing to him over lunch….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this later, time for another lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115461913651983967?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115461913651983967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115461913651983967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115461913651983967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115461913651983967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/08/hot-and-bothered-at-lunch.html' title='Hot and Bothered at Lunch'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115438222449065822</id><published>2006-07-31T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:02:42.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash! These Boobs Just Seen!</title><content type='html'>Well decided today was a good day to just show off and have fun teasing some unsuspecting men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this great sexy little halter top that buttons up the front, lots of cleavage and no back.  Decided to go to a local mall and find some man on his lunch hour in need of something to get his mind off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timing was perfect, lots of men going in and out of the mall for lunch when I got there!  I saw an attractive guy, pulled up beside him in my car and said "hi", once he responded I asked him if he would like to see something diferent while at the mall.  He looked quizzically at me till he saw I was unbuttoning my top, then he smiled and shook his head in a yes.  Once I had my top totally unbuttoned I opened it up for him to have a full view of my full firm breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He definitely appreciated the view and stroked himself after getting such a nice vision.  It made me hot knowing he was hard from just seeing my breasts, soaked my panties just from showing off!  With a smile and a wave I drove off and foud a few more men who looked like they needed a reason to smile and showed off for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've gotten home and was so hot I have already come 3 times.  Since I love knowing that you know how naughty I've been and after sharing with you think I need to come again...hmmmmm what to do tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115438222449065822?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115438222449065822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115438222449065822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115438222449065822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115438222449065822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/flash-these-boobs-just-seen.html' title='Flash! These Boobs Just Seen!'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115435473257878162</id><published>2006-07-31T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T10:05:32.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Want a Man with a Big Cock...</title><content type='html'>and now the IRS wants to tax me for it!! LOL (Someone posted this on the Atlanta CL Casual Encounters and I found it very amusing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: All Female Taxpayers&lt;br /&gt;Date: July 31, 2006&lt;br /&gt;From: IRS&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Notice of New Tax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing the IRS has not taxed is your man’s penis.&lt;br /&gt;This is due to the fact that:&lt;br /&gt;40% of the time it’s hanging around&lt;br /&gt;20% of the time it’s pissed off&lt;br /&gt;30% of the time it’s hard up&lt;br /&gt;10% of the time it’s in the hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that it has two dependents that are both nuts! Starting in January, your man’s penis will be taxed according to its length. To determine his category, please confirm this information on Page 6, Section 9 of your 1040EZ form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length:&lt;br /&gt;Tax Category:&lt;br /&gt;12” Capital Gains&lt;br /&gt;10” – 11” Luxury&lt;br /&gt;8” – 9” Pole&lt;br /&gt;6” – 7” Privilege&lt;br /&gt;*4” – 5” Nuisance plus free GPS to help locate it&lt;br /&gt;*3” Alternate Minimum plus free binoculars to help see it&lt;br /&gt;*2” No Tax – You Deserve a “Puny” Refund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please do not request an extension.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115435473257878162?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115435473257878162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115435473257878162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115435473257878162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115435473257878162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-i-want-man-with-big-cock.html' title='Here I Want a Man with a Big Cock...'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115403333058954729</id><published>2006-07-27T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:55:52.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5470/3334/1600/1400-med[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5470/3334/200/1400-med%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shopping, but not at Wal-Mart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided I deserved a new toy for my pleasure....and I am sooooooooooo damned excited I can hardly wait for it to get here. Now you may ask yourself; "Why the hell should I care if SHE is getting a sex toy?!", but this one I have to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite large (bigger than anything I've ever even tried to fit in my pussy) and I don't even know if I'll be able to use all of it EVER. It's 12 inches by 2.5 inches, it's modeled after John Holmes member and I'm sure as hell gonna try it out and cram myself full of that cyberskin cock till I'm bursting and screaming out my own name while I have orgasm after orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems to make lots more sense to try out a big dick and not have to worry if it is attached to an even bigger dick. Plus, it'll always be hard, big and ready for me with no risk of any nasty little things to pick up and make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what I can do with it once it gets here in a few days...I'll be watching for the delivery guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adameve.com/ur30-for-realism/the-john-holmes-dong-pc-5655-2.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115403333058954729?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115403333058954729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115403333058954729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115403333058954729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115403333058954729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/naughty-christmas-in-july.html' title='Naughty Christmas in July'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115401507739392406</id><published>2006-07-27T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:06:13.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture This</title><content type='html'>I am considering posting up a pic or 2 of me, no you probaly wouldn't see my face and am trying to decide what would be the best type to show.  Any suggestions that you might have would be part of my consideration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115401507739392406?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115401507739392406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115401507739392406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115401507739392406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115401507739392406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/picture-this.html' title='Picture This'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115401481295111798</id><published>2006-07-27T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:40:12.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>I've received several comments from readers that appear to be either posts from their blogs or fantasies they wish to share.  I'm happy to post the fantasies, if you let me know that is what you would like, but won't o it as a comment, but will cut and paste it a blog entry and give you credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make sure and let me know if or how you want to be identified in the posting...that includes your own blog address should you desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, have a naughty day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115401481295111798?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115401481295111798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115401481295111798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115401481295111798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115401481295111798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115392283536094481</id><published>2006-07-26T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:09:14.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading IS Fundamental</title><content type='html'>… I’d just had a talented man give me 2 wonderful and hot orgasms when I called the Little Boy back. He knew I’d been on my way to sell my panties, but had no idea what else I’d done while I was there. Now out of breath from the last orgasm I called him back and shared the dirty little details with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Little Boy really wanted to meet me after that and if anything was more excited that I’d just been so bad myself. I already had things to do for most of the afternoon, but agreed to call him back and maybe meet him later in the afternoon. I confess I was curious as he answered my request for a well hung man who might help me see what I can make fit in my tight pink pussy, so figured I just might do it to investigate things a bit more. I spent the next few hours running some errands, still having no panties on, since I’d sold them earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wet to my knees as I walked and really craving a bit more attention in some special places…when I called the Little Boy back and agreed to meet him in a local bookstore. This was just a chance to meet, no plans for more, but I had told him that I would expect some proof of his endowment should it look like things might move toward more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had made a circuit of the store and ended up in the Psychology/Sex section, still without any panties. (Love reading the titles and never know when something might catch my eye to take home with me.) Then he was there finally with a looking hungry for something besides food. We spent some time amusing one another with the books they had to choose from and I decided it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the gentleman, Little Boy walked me to my car…and once I sat down made it clear he wanted to see for himself that those panties were no where in sight. Now I’m a girl who loves to flash her pretty pussy and was happy to oblige him with a nice view after a little prompting. He liked what he saw and asked me to let him in the car, which being curious myself about his size I did. We had discussed that he needed to be excited before it would be clear just what his size was, and I hoped I’d find out very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there he sat in my car reaching over as I pulled up my skirt to give him another view of my wet pussy. I spread my legs, but wasn’t sure what I wanted next, just to have him look or to touch me…he made the choice for me as he slid his hand down my white thigh and teased my still swollen clit with his fingers. It was like an electric shock since I am very sensitive ‘there’ and I jumped away still not too sure where this might lead. The Little Boy grinned and put his hand back more carefully still playing with my clit then sliding one long finger inside my tight pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to confess that once he did that I knew I had to come and just wanted him to use his hand on my till I did just that. He had asked about seeing my breasts before and I obliged then, giving him a nice flash as he stopped to feel them, enjoying their firm round natural curves, he tweaked my nipples and returned to using his hand to make me come. There we were sitting in this busy parking lot my legs spread wide open over the seat and his legs, while he slid his fingers in and out fucking me, getting me more and more excited. He started to tease my ass with one of his fingers too pushing me even closer to the brink. I pulled his other hand over and pressed over my g-spot to make it feel even more intense as he fucked me harder and deeper with each thrust of his hand. Finally I knew I was going to come and felt my body tensing up trying to pull his fingers deeper inside as waves of pleasure hit me, my head thrown back and panting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I’d recovered enough to focus, I knew what I wanted and that was to  see his cock, just to confirm his bragging. He slid my hand onto his thigh where I could see he was already semi-erect from watching and helping me come like I just had. I told him I wanted to see him too, after a quick look he took himself out of his trousers for me to do just that. He was nice and thick and almost straight, even though he was not all the way hard yet. I stroked his cock, but found it hard to concentrate as the car in front of us pulled away and left us exposed to the store windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun just knowing he really wanted me to suck him off or fuck him and knowing I wasn't going to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115392283536094481?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115392283536094481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115392283536094481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115392283536094481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115392283536094481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/reading-is-fundamental.html' title='Reading IS Fundamental'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115385338973019098</id><published>2006-07-25T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:53:08.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a Randy Little Slut?</title><content type='html'>I know it sure could read that way if you've been keeping up with my posts, but really I'm just a girl who knows what she is enjoying, and it just happens to be getting finger fucked by men I hardly know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is a slutty phase, but they seem to be having fun too, and who knows maybe I'll find more things that will be just as enjoyable very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symantha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115385338973019098?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115385338973019098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115385338973019098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115385338973019098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115385338973019098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-i-randy-little-slut.html' title='Am I a Randy Little Slut?'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115374908359825944</id><published>2006-07-24T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T10:03:31.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime Panty Fun</title><content type='html'>If you’ve been reading my post you’ve read the one when I offered that if you were interested in my panties to let me know and we’d see what we could work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. read the post and was interested.  He’s only in his early 20’s, but offered my a substantial sum to just buy my panties, and since I liked the vibe I goy from him decided I would meet him so he could get them.  This was all supposed to be no touching just me showing him how they looked on and then how excited it made me to sell them to him with a nice spread wide view of my soaking wet kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at a shopping center on his lunch hour to trade his cash for those wet panties.  (I’d been flashing truckers and playing with myself on the way to met him just to make sure they were extra wet.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. obviously enjoyed getting the panties and the view of my wetness.  I was so damned excited about the exchange and after my little adventure at the mall I had realized just how much I love having a man use his hands to fuck me till I come.  At that point I made a decision to offer to let him touch me and get some nice sweet pussy juice on his hand. He of course accepted and once his finger was on my wetness, I told him to slide his finger inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. was amazed and remarked on how nice and tight I was as my hips lifted up to slide his finger even deeper.  It felt so good, different from my adventure at the mall, but still soooooooooooooo good!!! I was getting more and more excited and he picked up on it beginning to slide his finger in and out fucking me more quickly as my hips bucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very good at what he was doing and I could feel my body getting tighter as I was getting closer and closer to coming.  I was getting wetter and wetter and he was able to slide a second finger inside, really filling my pussy up as I gyrated and fucked his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I couldn’t stop and began coming all over his hand as it was buried in my pussy. I’m sure anyone driving by knew what was going on in that car!  I was still so hot and wet he kept going and switched hands. It was a different sensation from the other one and he kept fucking me with his hand building me up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes I was coming again enjoying his hand pounding into me.  He was wonderful and once I could speak again, I did something I don’t do often…I told him thank you complimenting his skills.  We'd been there for a good 20 minutes so it was time to go before people really began to wonder about us in that parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it was only lunch time, I was wearing no panties, soaking wet, and a good bit richer than I was before…and still had things to do...I had called a candidate who might help me with my big cock fantasy, on the way to meet D. and had agreed to call after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared with him what I’d just been doing, still a little out of breath and it was clear he really wanted to meet me that day, ASAP… more on how that went later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115374908359825944?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115374908359825944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115374908359825944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115374908359825944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115374908359825944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/lunchtime-panty-fun.html' title='Lunchtime Panty Fun'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115340450332829200</id><published>2006-07-20T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T07:47:11.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parking Lot</title><content type='html'>...I was really hot when he walked me to my car.  We had hoped he could have sneaked a nice finger in my pussy while in the mall, but since he had not I was dripping wet with no panties when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we were in a busy parking lot, cars driving by, security cruising the lot, and people walking to their cars...but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew I was wet and I asked him if he wanted to see just how wet.  So sitting there in the car I spread my legs wide and pulled up my skirt so he could get a really good view. I watched his eyes light up and him licking his lips.  I just grinned and sat there spread wide; then asked if he wanted to touch me so he could taste and see how good I taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he immediately moved to touch my wet slick pussy and when he did I moved my hips so his finger would slide inside me.  I almost came just from that, since he was the first man to touch me there besides my lover in many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked how tight I am and the way my pussy gripped his finger and began to slide deep inside hitting me deep and just right.  I started riding his hand with a vengeance and since his hand was covered in my sticky juice he could slide another finger into me. This was so good, his fingers long and hard deep inside me, I was riding his hand and really getting into it...then he had to stop as a woman got in her car beside us. As soon as she was gone he needed a bigger taste and leaned over for a quick lap of my juice and to nibble my clit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see how excited he was his cock showing under his trousers, and he licked his fingers for that taste I'd offered while she drove away. &lt;br /&gt;  I was so hot and needed to his have his fingers back inside me and he obliged without a word.  Next he unzipped and began stroking himself with one hand and me with his other.  The next thing I know he is pounding his fingers hard and deep until my head is thrown back with my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he stopped and I looked up to see a man walking by with an odd expression on his face. He knew what we were doing...but  MJ slid his fingers back in me just as another man walked by...did he know too?...I don't know, but I hope so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now his hand was even slicker and he slid another finger into me, so I was filed up on 3 of his fingers and started fucking me with his hand, pounding and pounding me.  I could feel myself building up ready to come on his hand.  My body getting tighter, legs weak, and pussy throbbing.  Finally I couldn't hold it any more and came in a big wet wave of pussy juice on his hand, that he'd buried to the ends of his fingers in my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time his cock was hitting on my leg as he stroked himself and I know he really wanted to come on me, but just then security drove up, real slow and almost stopping so he decided he'd better stop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said goobye and as I drove home I could still feel my pussy contracting with waves of pleasure over how good he'd been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115340450332829200?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115340450332829200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115340450332829200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115340450332829200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115340450332829200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/parking-lot.html' title='The Parking Lot'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115331704774892076</id><published>2006-07-19T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T09:50:47.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret to Making Shopping Fun</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met MJ, for some naughty shopping.  He had presented me with some ideas that really got me wet and wanting to try and get away with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting and a brief introduction in the food court at the mall, we set off looking for a store that would be busy enough to allow some nice flashing or maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the mall was not very busy and we didn’t think we would have enough cover not to get caught and since being arrested isn’t high on my list of things to experience we felt caution was best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up in Victoria’s Secret a nice way to be able to flash a bit of skin, right?  After looking over all the available items we picked out a few nice sexy pieces and I went into the fitting room.  Then once I had it on, I would open the door and he could see it over my sexy curves.  I gave him a few nice peeks and he came in the room for a closer look more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was finished trying on and getting dressed, he knocked and made a request. “Can you leave off your panties?”, how could I say no to that?!  I had the shop girl hold one of the pieces and we went out in the mall, me open and free under my skirt, with hot pussy juice running down my legs.  I was so hot when we left the mall I was aching deep inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115331704774892076?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115331704774892076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115331704774892076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115331704774892076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115331704774892076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/secret-to-making-shopping-fun.html' title='Secret to Making Shopping Fun'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115322468983648370</id><published>2006-07-18T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T14:53:08.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>I have received some true or fantasy stories from a few people and with their consent am going to share some of the best with you when I haven't had an exciting day to tell you about. These will be cut and pasted directly from their messages to me, with the only change being names if requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have one send it to me and it just might be here next time.  (Let's hope not, I need to be naughty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: "Ben"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;I saw your post a few days ago and have been following your blog ever since.  It's good to see someone who isn't afraid of their sexuality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing because I have an experience to share and you might like the idea.Five or six years ago, I'm 32 now, my then girlfriend and I wanted to try something we had never done before.  (Feel free to use my name, Ben; but out of respect for her privacy, let's call her Stacy)  We live in Chattanooga and right across the state line is the Chickamauga Battlefield and park.  Lots of open fields and lots of trails through wooded areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the battlefield one afternoon with one thing in mind: to find a spot a little ways off of one of the trails to fuck each other silly.  We found an area that was only about 15 feet from the trail.  There was a little underbrush as cover but anybody walking along wouldn't have had that much trouble spotting us.  We picked our spot, spread out a blanket and started kissing and undressing each other.  It wasn't long before I had my head between her thighs and using every trick that I know on her pussy.  Stacy was soaking wet before my tongue ever touched her.  It didn't take too long for her to cum long and hard.  While she recovered from her orgasm, she returned the favor.  Stacy was always pretty good at giving head, but that day she was really into it.  I guess she wanted to put on a good show should anybody see us.  Before she made me cum all over her, we got down to some serious fucking.  Stacy was really turned on by the whole thing.  She was a lot more vocal than usual.  Knowing that at any time somebody could come walking down that trail and that they would almost certainly see us had us both extremely excited.  Shortly after her second orgasm, I was very close to cumming.  That's when Stacy did something she didn't usually do; she looked me right in the eyes and said to me, "Cum in my mouth, I want to taste it."  (I guess from watching some porn together, she realized that most guys like that sort of thing from time to time.)  That one sentence was all that it took.  I pulled out of her, her mouth found my cock and I exploded.  We just basked in our afterglow for a while after that before getting dressed and walking back out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life.If you get the chance to do this, I highly recommend it.  Just be sure to stay on the lookout for poison ivy, that could ruin a wonderful set of memories.  :)  I hope that this has inspired your imagination some....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**   That's an A+ if you ask me, love the risk of getting caught!    I like the idea and just might have to get back in touch with him soon about it. **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115322468983648370?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115322468983648370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115322468983648370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115322468983648370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115322468983648370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115322433441189508</id><published>2006-07-18T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:05:34.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got so Hot...</title><content type='html'>...yesterday I chatted with a few amazing men.  The differences between them was significant and made it that much better. Afterward I was so hot and just wanting to get myself satisfied. I'm trying to consider what I might do with one or both of them.  Wonder how wrong I could go and how quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-on-1&lt;br /&gt;2-on-1&lt;br /&gt;1 then the other all wet from the first&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115322433441189508?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115322433441189508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115322433441189508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115322433441189508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115322433441189508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/got-so-hot.html' title='Got so Hot...'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115322367607929228</id><published>2006-07-18T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T07:54:36.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss</title><content type='html'>...confession is good for the soul and have to confess. I am still a good girl going wrong, but not there.  I didn't fuck him, just with him.  He messed up my chances to advance in the job because he was so obsessed with the thought of me naked, so I thought it'd be fun to play with and tease him.  We were in a vehicle so it couldn't have gone further without a room or arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took all the sexual tension home and my lover received my attentions and affections in great amounts over the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115322367607929228?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115322367607929228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115322367607929228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115322367607929228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115322367607929228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/boss.html' title='The Boss'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115315815721550776</id><published>2006-07-17T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:42:37.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Cam Fun – He Let Me Watch</title><content type='html'>Just had a wonderful experience that left me so damned hot and horny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the gentlemen (won’t use his name, since he didn’t say I could) who caught my interest and I were having a chat on Yahoo, when he generously offered to let me see what he had to play with.  Well I am a very visual girl and in honesty a bit of a voyeur so the chance to see was one I gladly accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is nice face, body and cock for me to see.  He stroked his cock and my mind began to spin and my pussy got wet.  He was just going to show off for me, but I just didn’t want him to stop.  I told him how much I liked it and he kept it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of him stroking and pulling on his hard cock thinking about getting a chance to guide him inside me was enough to nearly make me come without a touch.  He stroked until he came generously and then I had to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have plans for more fun online this afternoon….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115315815721550776?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115315815721550776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115315815721550776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115315815721550776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115315815721550776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/web-cam-fun-he-let-me-watch.html' title='Web Cam Fun – He Let Me Watch'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115314909108532200</id><published>2006-07-17T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:11:31.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Panties</title><content type='html'>I have received so many responses from readers who have asked about me selling my panties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure those who asked are clear, there wasn't any one but me touching me, and he paid me $50 just to see my hot wet pussy when I had them off.  If you are really interested in buying a pair, we might be able to work out a deal too, but it isn't something I'm doing on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a serious interest, let me know and I'll consider your request.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115314909108532200?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115314909108532200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115314909108532200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115314909108532200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115314909108532200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/those-panties.html' title='Those Panties'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115314858255858386</id><published>2006-07-17T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:32:07.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seducing an Old Boss</title><content type='html'>Friday I decided to exact a sort of vengeance on an old boss.  I knew when I worked for him he had been very attracted to me and would have jumped at a chance to just see some of my naked photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him near my home and proceeded to have a conversation with him about just how I liked to have sex.  He was so hard and swollen I could see him through his pants and he repeatedly had to adjust himself because of the pressure. (A nice sized cock too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have large beautiful breasts that are firm large and pert and since I was wearing a low cut blouse he couldn’t help but stare over and over as I told him how I liked to ride a cock like a big pony till I came over and over. How I loved it so much when a man could last and get me off for hours.  How I love to be worn out and with a sore pussy after hours of good hard fucking.  At first he tried to play it cool and just look and talk, but couldn’t hold back and had to touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was awkward at first almost like a teenager, begging to see my pretty pink nipples.  I just kept pushing his hands away as I laughed at him.  Finally I gave in and let him at least feel my nipples through my shirt, nice and large and so sensitive to touch. Each one sending a lightnining bolt to my clit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was get was getting hotter by the minute. Finally he wrapped his arms around me from behind, face in my hair and took both my  breasts in his huge hands. My pussy was streaming juice at this point and I was soaked through my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that if I wanted him to fuck me, he was mine for the taking, but we were in a public place and would need a room if we were really going to fuck…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115314858255858386?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115314858255858386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115314858255858386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115314858255858386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115314858255858386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/seducing-old-boss.html' title='Seducing an Old Boss'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115289469583673083</id><published>2006-07-14T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:13:36.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmmmm Good</title><content type='html'>Well I’ve been trying to work out some plans for more adventures, it's so hard when you're as picky as me to find a suitable candidate for these adventures.  That said I have at least 3 things I’m working on trying, and still looking for help from others fo reven more and better ideas.  Some of the things I want to have are a huge cock to ride, a woman to eat me till I scream and to just be pleasured by a man like a queen with him at my beck and call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the delay in completing another expansion of my experience, but still today has been a good sex day. I haven’t even gotten dressed yet, and just might not all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I’ve had a great good morning fuck, that blew my mind and left me wet to my knees with pussy juice, and once he had to go I took over my pleasure.  First a hot bath, with my tub toys, I nearly drowned, but god it feels so good to hit just the right spots surrounded by the hot water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the tub and into the bed for more orgasms.  While I was lying there fucking myself with my hand I fantasized about getting a huge cock stuffed in my tight pussy, so thick it almost hurt, but felt so damned good too.  I was so turned on I had to have more and gave myself a DP so I was really filled up and coming all over myself till I was moaning and soaked the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m taking a break, seeing what might catch my interests from emails, and wishing the right email would come my way and I’d have my afternoon filled with something hot and sexy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to pleasuring me.  Hope you get pleasured soon too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115289469583673083?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115289469583673083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115289469583673083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115289469583673083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115289469583673083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/mmmmmmmmmmm-mmmmmmmmmmmm-good.html' title='Mmmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmmmm Good'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115282780716840406</id><published>2006-07-13T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:56:47.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Expanding My Horizons</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all those on CL that have responded with some lovely ideas for what to try next.  Some of you I've already answered back and hope to explore your ideas further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly some of you just thought I was some kind of freak who'll just jump at a chance to have sex.  That couldn't be further from the truth, I'm a very particular woman and won't settle for less than I know I deserve. (That means even getting a response doesn't open the door to more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the sad few who think I'm sad, and need to just get fucked for real...I do just about daily...I also have very good sex, in the traditonal setting with a very good lover who has me coming till I can't move.  Can you claim the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is all about me looking for new things to try, or try what I've always thought about, then share it with you. I hope that if you're enjoying it you will cum...make that come back often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go get off...I'm soaking wet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115282780716840406?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115282780716840406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115282780716840406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/help-expanding-my-horizons.html' title='Help Expanding My Horizons'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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-30989570.post-115279926623033907</id><published>2006-07-13T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:48:22.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Throbs - Theres a Challenge!</title><content type='html'>I must admit the blog is fascinating to me and I have to check it from time to time hoping for some new pics. I am looking for a large man to help me see what can fit, but just wish he had alot less controversy going on with other ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I would love to ride a huge cock like a big horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115279926623033907?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115279926623033907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115279926623033907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/mr-throbs-theres-challenge.html' title='Mr Throbs - Theres a Challenge!'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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-30989570.post-115279299056333127</id><published>2006-07-13T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:16:30.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling Wet Panties to a Strange Man</title><content type='html'>Ah, the latest fun I’ve had was also profitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this ad on CL, titled Sell Your Panties for Cash.  After a lengthy email session, working out the details I decided this was a great idea that I had to do.  Now this wasn’t someone who was going to send me money and in exchange have me mail them the panties.  Rather this was a meeting and exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how it went.  First he wanted me to wear the panties all day long so they would be filled with my scent, I was so excited just deciding which ones to wear.  Most of the day I was wet beyond belief, and even wore them while I brought myself off with a toy several times…thought he’d appreciate the extra juicy fresh hot panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time came to meet and trade my panties for the money (that was an extra turn-on for me).  We met in a parking lot, me in a skirt and heels he in everyday guy clothes.  He came up to the car, I got out, he gave me the cash and the show began.  He wanted to see them on me before I slipped them off…so I pulled up my skirt and gave him a nice view of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panties were hot pink lace over silky purple and very skimpy, a g-string really, absolutely soaked too.  I’ve learned from my other little adventure that I really like showing off my pussy, so you know I made it good.  My skirt was up, and started to pull them down over my creamy pale thighs. Once I had them off, I handed them to him and sat back on my car seat.  He had requested that he get a view of my wet pussy after they were off, so as I sat there I spread my legs and pulled my skirt up so there was a nice view of my trimmed ginger kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he liked it because he raved about how nice it was to see a natural strawberry blonde on a following post to CL.  I liked it too, and went home even wetter than before, playing with an sucking pussy juice off my fingers while I drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants more panties and I’m glad to sell them and show off my pussy. Now I just need to find some more men who want to buy my panties too…maybe I could get myself off for their pleasure while they watched, course that'd have to cost more. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do today...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115279299056333127?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115279299056333127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115279299056333127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/selling-wet-panties-to-strange-man.html' title='Selling Wet Panties to a Strange Man'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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-30989570.post-115271648664887649</id><published>2006-07-12T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:01:26.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Fuck for Truckers Benefit</title><content type='html'>Call me Flash...I have found I just love showing off my pretty shaved pussy with it's little red landing strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to do a bit of driving on 285.  I was so bored and horny that I decided to play with myself and relieve both some of the horniness and the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d never done anything like that, but it seemed like a good way to start finding that freak deep inside.  Truth is I REALLY enjoyed it, too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that is I was bored and horny there must be someone else out there on the highway just as bad off as me, so the first group that came to mind was Truckers.  They’re out there driving around all day long, and since I’ve had them honk or wave before when not playing with myself, I know they look into other cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already in a sexy skirt that was easy to pull up on my thighs, and what I did is as I came up on a truck, I’d flash up the skirt so more thigh showed.  I could tell if the driver saw, because he’d then speed up to pace beside my car.  I have cruise control, thank god, so that meant I could really get into my hand play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I knew they were paying attention, I’d pull my skirt up so they could see my panties, and start stroking my inner thigh.  Pulling my panties to the side I’d then stroke my clit, I was already so damned wet my hand was soaked with sticky sweet me. Once I had myself really turned on I slid just a single finger in and began to fuck my hand.  You know it felt so good, too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure he knew how nice my pussy was I’d give him a nice legs open one on the seat flash….Told you cruise control was great!  Now I had to slip another finger in, and took my panties between the two so it could rub my swollen clit and make me that much closer to coming all over my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so slick, that a third was called for, my hips bucking up to get them in deeper, rubbing my clit till I came all over myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might think that was it, but actually I did myself a ½ dozen more times between getting to my destination and going home.  Then I had to get a toy and really fuck myself till I was moaning with the waves of a huge orgasm coursing through my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What next….?  Gotta sell those juice soaked panties and saw an ad on CL that wants to buy them.  More to come….or should I say I'll be coming more later?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115271648664887649?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115271648664887649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115271648664887649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115271648664887649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115271648664887649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/self-fuck-for-truckers-benefit.html' title='Self Fuck for Truckers Benefit'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115271238434605446</id><published>2006-07-12T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:53:04.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures Begin</title><content type='html'>Well now that I've made my descision to find just how bad a good girl can go there are things to share. How'd this all come to mind for me?  It was reading CraigsList's,  Casual Encounters section.  It tittilated and filled my mind with all sorts of nasty sexy ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said my first adventure came from answering one of those ads.  I loved it and found it so exciting. ONce I have the details down I'll post them for you to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115271238434605446?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115271238434605446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115271238434605446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115271238434605446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115271238434605446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/adventures-begin.html' title='The Adventures Begin'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30989570.post-115265293247254231</id><published>2006-07-11T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:16:02.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting in Touch with My Inner Freak</title><content type='html'>Well I've been a very good girl all these years. Never stepped over the lines into areas less travelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is while I've ALWAYS enjoyed sex...alot, I've always stuck to the pretty vanilla path. Not many lovers, never more than one at a time, never with a woman, never a stranger...you get the picture. Now I've decided that it's time to stretch out and see more of the world, taste some of the things I haven't tasted, feel what I haven't felt, and do what I haven't done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mistake me for a sexual bore, the ideas are there, now I'm just ready to see if some of them are just as much fun real as imagined. That said I would very much like to have some more experiences with attractive sexy men, and to find a woman who will show me how to be with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you have a suggestion to consider, that does not involve underage people, drugs, or bestiality...otherwise share your thoughts and ideas and I'll share the details of my adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30989570-115265293247254231?l=agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/feeds/115265293247254231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30989570&amp;postID=115265293247254231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115265293247254231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30989570/posts/default/115265293247254231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agoodgirlgoingwrong.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-in-touch-with-my-inner-freak.html' title='Getting in Touch with My Inner Freak'/><author><name>Good Girl Going Wrong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08901022867247999917</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
