<?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-8153769</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:38:58.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovebud Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Covers from the LOVEBUD's new line of ghetto-romance novels.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110635645256153839</id><published>2005-01-21T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T20:14:12.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 &amp; A Half Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Charlene Sheena is a 29 year old bombshell who's used to playing the field. Her life is perfect, and she is dating the perfect man. When her boyfriend's older brother comes home for the summer however, she finds herself caught between her current 'anything goes' lover and this new man who is unlike anyone she's ever met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in her life are already spinning out of control when her sister dies and leaves Charlene to raise her 5 year old nephew. After just a few weeks she realizes just how much she had been missing while she was out living the party life. She wants to settle down and raise her nephew, as well as have her own children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will her boyfriend and his brother accept her now that she comes with a ready-made family? Will she choose the wrong man to be a part of her new family? Will her choice tear the brothers apart and break her heart? What if they found out about her college days and her promiscuous ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of compassion, responsibility, heartache, hope and choices. What would you do if you found yourself in Charlene's shoes...... surrounded by 2 &amp;amp; a half men?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.exs.cx/img91/4342/charliesheen9sr.jpg" width="285" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110635645256153839?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110635645256153839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110635645256153839' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110635645256153839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110635645256153839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2005/01/2-half-men.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;2 &amp; A Half Men&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110584207837861433</id><published>2005-01-15T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:21:18.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Analyze This</title><content type='html'>Roberta Dinero is as coy as she is beautiful.  She's fooled a lot of people and  killed most of them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychiatrist William Crystal is sent to dissect Roberta's mind, but his focus seems to be on Roberta's body!  He just can't seem to get past the physical, and treat the mental.  Unfortunately for him Roberta uses this to her advantage and plots to seduce him any way she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can William detach himself from Roberta's evil claws and save his life, mind and soul?  Or will she weave him into her evil game of deceit, lust and trashy ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img138.exs.cx/img138/8739/robertdenirocover6ve.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110584207837861433?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110584207837861433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110584207837861433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110584207837861433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110584207837861433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2005/01/analyze-this.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Analyze This&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110498331821743604</id><published>2005-01-05T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:52:42.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrongfully Accused</title><content type='html'>Leslee Nelson couldn't believe her eyes!  The man that she's loved for so long caught in bed with another man!  She had planned a lovely dinner to be served wearing her husband's favorite lingerie and perhaps she could be for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her dreams are shattered.  The hopes of a perfect family complete with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence are dashed forever.  The once iron clad marriage is now flushed down the toilet thanks to the tall, dark and handsome man in bed with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslee struggles to find the answers in this crazy world.  She searches for what went wrong in her once sane life.  Her husband, Blake, insists that she has it all wrong!  He swears they just tripped and fell in bed together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she believe he is wrongfully accused?  Or will she see the truth in his lies and find her a new man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img31.exs.cx/img31/3479/leslienielsencover1wn.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110498331821743604?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110498331821743604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110498331821743604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110498331821743604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110498331821743604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2005/01/wrongfully-accused.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Wrongfully Accused&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110392625753812149</id><published>2004-12-24T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T17:10:57.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone's favorite holiday is here! That's right, it's Christmas time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the lovely Mrs. Claus is once again feeling lonely and abandoned. There's only one thing on her Christmas list this time. She knows her husband loves her, but he's always working. Between keeping the elves in line, supervising the toy production, checking lists and delivering gifts- there's just no time for romance. She just wants her husband to find time for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Santa learns of the pain and heartbreak that Mrs. Claus is feeling he comes up with the perfect gift! He's going to give her what she's always wanted; himself with a brand new, glorious 'hard-body' and a three month vacation in Bermuda. But will it be enough to save their marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrap this present slowly Mrs. Claus. This is one gift that wants you to shake it, not break it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img158.exs.cx/img158/931/santa1ky.jpg" width="285" height="437" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110392625753812149?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110392625753812149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110392625753812149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110392625753812149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110392625753812149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Ho Ho Ho&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110366972989457895</id><published>2004-12-21T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T17:55:29.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss The Girls</title><content type='html'>Morgana Freedman has aspirations to be the top porno leading lady.  She has been through a lot to get where she is now.  She's put herself in more positions than you'd find in a Kama Sutra book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing she's never had to do before.  Hot lesbian action!  Ash Judd is the porno world's best producer.  He's come to offer Morgana the leading role in his new movie, "Kiss The Girls" but will Morgana be willing to have relations with other women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will she stay true to her values and give up the chance to be a header?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img159.exs.cx/img159/9696/morganfreemancover3mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110366972989457895?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110366972989457895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110366972989457895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110366972989457895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110366972989457895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/12/kiss-girls.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Kiss The Girls&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110351500822636329</id><published>2004-12-19T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:56:48.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Millions of men find Asian women exotic and beautiful.  For Jacquelyn Chan, known by her professional name "Jackie", her body has been her greatest asset. Men adore her tight tummy and sleek, sexy legs. Working in one of the Chinatown peepshows has been the best paying job she's ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Shanghai Tigress" peepshow has just come under new management and they're about to change all the rules. There will be no more anonymous dancing. Men are paying top-dollar for these shows and Tommy Wu, the new manager, feels that they should see the entire package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie has a hard decision to make. Should she quit this job now that they are being forced to show their faces? Her body is exquisite but her facial features usually send men running in the opposite direction. Should she continue to work and take the risk that some men may still find her attractive? Will she be walking into a public humiliation from which she'll never recover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Wu knows that Jackie is his best dancer and is unsure of how the regular customers will react when they see her 'complete' for the first time. He knows that she is beautiful inside and out and only hopes that the men are appreciative and don't send her running. This is the one and only lady that he's ever fallen for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together they'll face challenges, secrets, lies, love and ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, they'll never forget........... the hot, steamy, Shanghai nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="437" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img66.exs.cx/img66/3377/jackiechan48sp.jpg" width="285" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110351500822636329?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110351500822636329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110351500822636329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110351500822636329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110351500822636329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/12/shanghai-nights.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Shanghai Nights&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110315671212794862</id><published>2004-12-15T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:25:12.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Gilmore Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The city of Podunk, Alabama is growing in leaps and bounds. The local golf course is sponsoring it's first professional golf tournament and they've brought in a top-notched advertiser to get the ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shooter" McGoward has been at the top of the advertising game for the past five years. When he takes the job of coming up with an ad campaign for a new golf course he knows it won't take much effort. The hard part is traveling to the small town and being away from the conveniences of the big city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no dry cleaning services! No five-star hotels! The only 'up-scale' restaurant in town is a fast food joint with car-hops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooter soon finds out that the food isn't the only thing that's different here. These southern women are a whole new ball game... and when the "Happy Gilmore Girl" delivers his dinner one night he discovers that he's not the player he thought he was. His repeated attempts to win her affections have gotten him nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he finally figure a way to win this beauty? Or will he strike out in this 'game of the heart'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time he's praying for a hole in one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="437" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img148.exs.cx/img148/5859/adamsandler8ko.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110315671212794862?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110315671212794862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110315671212794862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110315671212794862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110315671212794862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-gilmore-girl.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Happy Gilmore Girl&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110304877888610294</id><published>2004-12-14T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:26:18.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A League of Her Own</title><content type='html'>Joanna Lovitz has always been called Butterface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know as the saying goes, "she has a nice body, but her face..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it is true; she does  have an amazing body.  Unfortunately her face leaves something to be desired.  Does that stop Joanna?  No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has formed a small support group of other Butterfaces to teach people that life is not just about looks.  Besides, once you see her body you are instantly hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As founder of Butterfaces, she needs help in promoting her group to make others aware of the problem.  She pounds the pavement every day looking for a sponsor, but it always ends in the same thing, a big fat no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she comes across Gene Davison.  Word on the street is that he has real talent.  He can talk anyone out of money and that's just the ally she needs.  She convinces him to take her plight and maybe, even her pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing business with pleasure is a sure way crush her group dreams, but how can she resist this dashing man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img10.exs.cx/img10/6940/jonlovitzcover9cx.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110304877888610294?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110304877888610294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110304877888610294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110304877888610294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110304877888610294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/12/league-of-her-own.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;A League of Her Own&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110282269055941075</id><published>2004-12-11T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:38:10.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnum P.I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thomasina Selleck has always lived for mystery. Growing up she drove her friends and parents crazy wanting to play Clue and other mystery-solving games. As a grown woman she's studied all sorts of crime-scenes and unsolved crimes in an attempt to try out her sleuthing skills. She's now determined to write a national bestseller involving her passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To gain 'inside' experience she tracks down a well-known Private Investigator and talks him into letting her tag along. But this "Private Dick" may be more than she bargained for. With good looks in addition to a charming persona and his flirty ways, T.C. Higgins is a man who lives for danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.C. soon finds out that Thomasina is hiding a big secret and is about to confront her when they suddenly find themselves involved in a murder mystery that is getting out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not the only thing running wild in this hot, sensuous flirtation with desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex! Murder! Lust! Booze! Secrets! Drugs! Steamy passion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the only important investigating might be the kind going on between the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img height="437" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img15.exs.cx/img15/104/selleck5hb.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110282269055941075?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110282269055941075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110282269055941075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110282269055941075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110282269055941075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/12/magnum-pi.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Magnum P.I.&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110246470852086872</id><published>2004-12-07T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T19:11:48.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Woman</title><content type='html'>No one ever understands the pretty girls.  No one expects a brain behind the pretty face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle Gear is not only pretty, but smart as well.  When you can contemplate quantum physics with scholars but still fill out a tank top like nobody's business, you know that's a road to loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like any usual day.  A day of solitude.  A day that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that man over there?  The man with striking green eyes and sandy blonde hair!  Why it's Julio Robertson, the local trash man!  Coming to collect Rochelle's heart and body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she resist his trashy advances?  Or will love prove to be too strong to throw away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img60.exs.cx/img60/8263/w9lrichardgerecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110246470852086872?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110246470852086872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110246470852086872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110246470852086872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110246470852086872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/12/pretty-woman.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Pretty Woman&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110194021949555347</id><published>2004-12-01T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T17:30:19.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpin' Jack Flash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Willy "The Whoop" Goldbird was a man down on his luck. Like thousands of others across this great land his job had been packed up and sent to China. He was a high-school dropout with no marketable skills. The one thing that he had was his body, which he was passionate about keeping in shape. When Ms. Teddie Danza gives him her business card on the street he was flattered that such an attractive woman would take an interest in him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teddie Danza has an eye for talent. When she sees the hunky young man outside of the local grocer she gives him a card without hesitation. In her line of work there is no time to second guess your gut instinct. She can only hope that he calls and is interested in a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two weeks later........ On set of the first adult movie Willy has ever been on. He has no problem doing a picture with the kind of money that he'll be making. He quickly proves to be an asset to the adult film world and his 'special member' is fast becoming the talk of the town. The other actors have nicknamed him "Jumpin' Jack Flash" because he performs so well. That is, until the day comes when Lil' Jack Flash doesn't want to jump. There's nothing he can do; the excitement is simply gone. He's got to find a way to fix this problem..... or his new career and the luxuries it brings will be gone forever. There's only one thing that still puts the bounce in Lil' Jack's spring, and her name is Teddie Danza. Can Willy find love with the woman who brought him into his new life? What if she doesn't want to be with someone inside of the business? Can she really help him regain his composure and go back to being the big stallion on stage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time, and perhaps a tight leather codpiece, will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="437" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img70.exs.cx/img70/3852/whoopi.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110194021949555347?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110194021949555347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110194021949555347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110194021949555347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110194021949555347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/12/jumpin-jack-flash.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Jumpin&apos; Jack Flash&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110169322768588760</id><published>2004-11-28T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:53:47.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceline Dot-Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How many times have you went online to research plane tickets or vacation plans? Millions of people do it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Shatner, a former plus-size model, was booking tickets over the internet when she had a great idea. She's going to start an online dating/escort service! It sounded great! Men could come, read about the women and then choose who they wanted to take out. Surely this would make her rich and she could stop working at the local Wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great, and five months into the business she's already made over $20,000. She's about to deal with her first problem, and she's ready for it. What she's not ready for is the man who demands satisfaction. His name is Leonard Sprock and when he walks through her door she's in for the ride of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one exciting romance that needs no online verification.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="437" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img108.exs.cx/img108/2348/Shatner.jpg" width="285" /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110169322768588760?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110169322768588760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110169322768588760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110169322768588760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110169322768588760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/priceline-dot-girl.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Priceline Dot-Girl&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110148328276599395</id><published>2004-11-26T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:34:42.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shagadelic</title><content type='html'>Do you long for the days of the swingin' '60's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dream of hopping from one &lt;a href="http://lovebuds.blogspot.com"&gt;anonymous&lt;/a&gt; person to another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this shagadelic lady does!  Though Austina Prowers is no 60's queen, she is determined to bring those days back.  She spends her nights shacking up with nameless men and no regrets in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until a chance encounter with Dick Hardwick changes her life.  He wasn't just another nameless piece of ass.  He had a sadness in his eyes she found endearing, and she felt as though she could drown in them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this heartbroken man change her free sexual ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img129.exs.cx/img129/9076/austinpowercover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110148328276599395?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110148328276599395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110148328276599395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110148328276599395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110148328276599395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/shagadelic.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Shagadelic&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110101191321258509</id><published>2004-11-20T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:38:33.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>The library is a quiet place; a place to read and do work.  A place where you can go and concentrate on your studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana Akroid always loved the library.  She knew there was nothing better in life than to be a librarian, and that is just what she did.  The smell of old books as she deeply inhales just meant life was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait.... what is this note left on her desk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret admirer!  A note which very lovingly refers to her as "My Girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this shy bookworm find love waiting on the next page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.exs.cx/img11/6237/dancover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110101191321258509?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110101191321258509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110101191321258509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110101191321258509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110101191321258509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-girl.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;My Girl&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110100379810314862</id><published>2004-11-20T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:23:18.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stephanie Martin is one hot momma. All of her daughter's friends have always thought she was the 'cool mom.' And all of the boys especially liked her. She was known around the schools as the naughtiest MILF in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina has always loved her mother, but she's always resented the fact that she was the one who received all the attention. She's been in college for a year, and is now about to be married. Can she convince her mom to be cool and get through this wedding without a fiasco unfolding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a definite test for Stephanie..... especially when she sees how handsome Sabrina's fiance and soon to be father-in-law is. She's tempted to seduce both men and 'keep it in the family.' Let's hope that her love for her daughter outweighs the lust she's never been able to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img113.exs.cx/img113/6646/Martin.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110100379810314862?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110100379810314862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110100379810314862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110100379810314862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110100379810314862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/mother-of-bride.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Mother of the Bride&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110075244906898860</id><published>2004-11-17T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:34:09.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Castaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tommie Hinks was an attractive, voluptuous woman who loved everything about Hawaii. She loved to bask in the sun; the feel of sand between her toes; and most of all, she LOVED the men who came looking for adventure on their tropical vacations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She couldn't resist when an old friend offered her a job at the best gentlemen's club on the island. She was on the beach and had a great chance to meet new people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Wilson walked into the club one day she was disgusted by his appearance. He was dirty, ratty looking and smelled like he hadn't bathed in weeks. She had seen the homeless man but he had never approached her before. He was a broken man, and the pity she felt for him kept her from calling the law about his panhandling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After two months without seeing the man Tommie thought that he had either been arrested or had died. There wasn't much of a second thought. But when a tall, dark stranger appeared in her booth and charmed her she couldn't shake the feeling that something was familiar about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone will enjoy this masterfully written story about the struggles a man makes to overcome his past, start a new life and win the woman that he yearns to be with. Can she make amends with her pre-judgments about Wilson and learn to love him? Or will she continue to see the homeless man with no future? One way or another, he will prove to her that he is not to be just another castaway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img76.exs.cx/img76/3846/Hanks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110075244906898860?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110075244906898860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110075244906898860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110075244906898860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110075244906898860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/castaway.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Castaway&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110065804880587882</id><published>2004-11-16T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:20:48.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something About Bennie</title><content type='html'>How much would you pay to get your car fixed by this sexy mechanic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word around town is she gives a good lube job, and her prices are reasonable.  Word also around town is if you tip her a little extra, she'll give you a good wax job too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennie, or Ben as she is affectionately known to her friends, Stillman has loved cars since she was a little girl.  Many man have tried to use that to their advantage, but none have been successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luc Wilson has had his eye on her for several years now, and vows to be the first in line to get some body work done.  Unfortunately for him Bennie is on to his lusty ways and promises herself she will not fall for this bad boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img103.exs.cx/img103/5058/BenStillerCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110065804880587882?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110065804880587882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110065804880587882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110065804880587882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110065804880587882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/theres-something-about-bennie.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;There&apos;s Something About Bennie&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110054617077515193</id><published>2004-11-15T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:16:10.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stained Reputation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Billie-Jo Clintly loves her waitressing job at the &lt;em&gt;Havana Humidor Lounge&lt;/em&gt;. In this "men's only" club the tips are always great and the smell of cigars and pipes reminds her of her childhood growing up with her Grandfather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone's always thought that softspoken Billie-Jo was the sweet, innocent girl from Arkansas; but she has them all fooled. No one knows the dimly-lit hallways and the abandoned rooms like Billie-Jo. Night after night she secretly seduces a man of her choice and leads them into her 'oval office.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the owner's son unwittingly becomes her new target, sparks are sure to fly. Will he be able to resist her charms and fire her? Or will he be consumed by his lust for the long-legged vixen and decide that he doesn't care about her stained reputation? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img93.exs.cx/img93/2568/Clinton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110054617077515193?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110054617077515193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110054617077515193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110054617077515193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110054617077515193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/stained-reputation.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Stained Reputation&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110045721481868314</id><published>2004-11-14T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T13:33:34.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Patty Steward knows what she wants. She's always known. She wants to be rich. She wants to be in the limelight. She wants to be on the arm of a big time star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being born into a middle class family just wasn't good enough for her. Being an average student meant that making her own fortune was most likely not going to happen. Acting wasn't her style. And in any case it was just too time consuming. But Patty has a plan. If it's one thing she excels at it's knowing how to manipulate a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enter Jameson T. Kirkland - the wealthiest, young bachelor in California. He's just made his fortune by not only inheriting his Grandfather's millions, but by becoming the hottest new actor in Hollywood. When Patty sashays into his life he is taken aback by her seductive charms and taunt body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After weeks of dating, he knows that he is hooked. Still, he can't shake the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something is wrong and sets out to confront Patty about her true intentions. When he shows up unexpectedly at her apartment he walks in on the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with in the shower with another man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the month following, Patty is back on her 'star trek' to try and snag a big-shot in the Hollywood scene. It isn't long though, that she finds that something is missing in her life. She should be pissed that she has blown her best chance at marrying into money. She should be focusing on finding another hunky showstopper to snag. Instead she is beginning to realize that her plan has backfired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can Patty finally shed her skin of deception and win back the love of her life? Or will Jameson continue to snub her and think that she's just out to use him again? In a tantalizing tale of emotions, trust, deception, love and Hollywood glitz......... this "Star Trek" will lead Patty to a place that she's never before explored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img115.exs.cx/img115/8132/PatStewart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110045721481868314?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110045721481868314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110045721481868314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110045721481868314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110045721481868314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/star-trek.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Star Trek&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-110038965862889692</id><published>2004-11-13T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:47:38.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Puddin'</title><content type='html'>Ever called a 900 number?  Ever wondered who was on the other end of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billie Cosbey always had big dreams of becoming a phone sex operator.  With her sexy voice, she could talk the pants of anyone!  Man, woman, other, you name it she's wooed it.  She quickly gave up her job in the Pudding Pops factory and decided to let her voice earn her some money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never has life been so fulfilling as taking strangers down the path of love.  Helping people live out their life long fantasies was more than Billie ever hoped for; or so she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence Huxton was looking for some companionship.  He never imagined when he picked up the phone and dialed that number, he'd find the love on the line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img122.exs.cx/img122/5401/cosbycover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110038965862889692?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110038965862889692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110038965862889692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110038965862889692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110038965862889692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/chocolate-puddin.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Puddin&apos;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110021468586054118</id><published>2004-11-11T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T18:11:25.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fevah</title><content type='html'>Johnette Travotelli lives for the weekends!  After slaving away all week as a maid in Motel 6, her heart can't help but soar on Saturday nights!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go to her usual club, The Retreat, and try to catch herself a man.  Catching a man is hard work, but Johnette knows her time is coming when she sees Preston sliding her way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she deny her sexual side when Preston plows her with Maddog and scrimps?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this relationship last?  Or is it all just lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone is catching on to, Saturday Night Fevah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img5.exs.cx/img5/6323/JohnTravoltaCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110021468586054118?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110021468586054118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110021468586054118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110021468586054118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110021468586054118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/saturday-night-fevah.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Saturday Night Fevah&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-110021368090275137</id><published>2004-11-11T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T17:54:40.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Young and innocent; Wilma Smyth is new to the modeling world. She has no clue what a rough ride she is in for. Believing that she is going to be the new model for a breakfast cereal, she is secretly tricked into modeling topless for a soft-porn magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilma is devastated! What's worse is her boyfriend has dumped her over the shocking exposure. Will she ever be able to find love and step out in public again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magazine hits the newsstand. She is an instant favorite among the smut-reading crowd and becomes an overnight mystery celebrity. With her newfound fame she discovers that the porn industry is actually not as bad as she had imagined. Offers for jobs are pouring in and Steven, her agent, is looking at her now with lust in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing her innocence to the wind, Wilma dives into her new modeling career and feels like a new women, with freedoms she never imagined possible. It's a cruel world however, and in the end it can eat you alive. Will she be able to stabilize her career and dreams and come out on top? Or will she succumb to the evils of such a seductive lifestyle? And most importantly.... will she ever have the nerve to become Steven's "Fresh Princess"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img120.exs.cx/img120/7550/willsmith.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-110021368090275137?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/110021368090275137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=110021368090275137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110021368090275137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/110021368090275137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/11/fresh-princess.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Fresh Princess&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109923520649985735</id><published>2004-10-31T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T10:06:46.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Night</title><content type='html'>Shawna Conner waited her whole life for this moment.  She's been saving herself for the right man and it looks like tonight's the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Kane knew of the town virgin, and her seductive ways.  He wanted to be the first to mark his territory on her sweet, sweet body.  Candles, soft music and champagne is all he needs to win this local beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once the deed is done, will he be free of Shawna?  Or will she become his psycho stalker killer?  After all hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img81.exs.cx/img81/6674/Seanconnerycover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109923520649985735?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109923520649985735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109923520649985735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109923520649985735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109923520649985735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/10/first-night.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;First Night&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109908336399149266</id><published>2004-10-29T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T15:56:03.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the Vote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three months of community service! Kerri Edwards knew that she was going to regret whoring around, but she figured a slap on the wrist was all she'd get. The judge and her parents had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's election time and with a heavy turn-out expected, the judge has decided to make this troubled teen spend time helping the voter board set up for the upcoming elections. Kerri has no interest in politics! All she's after is a quick rumble in the sack and a good time. Who cares which creep gets elected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more Kerri spends time listening to the promises of the candidates, the more she's disgusted by the lies and power of these con-artists. She's determined to make a difference in the voting process this year, and she's going to do it her way. If she can't talk people into changing their minds, she can at least coerce them with some fast lovin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch out when you step into your voting booth this year. There just may be a pissed-off teenage tramp hiding under the curtain, just waiting to...... "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock The Vote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img97.exs.cx/img97/3472/Kerry.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109908336399149266?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109908336399149266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109908336399149266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109908336399149266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109908336399149266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/10/rock-vote.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Rock the Vote&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109892514519243128</id><published>2004-10-27T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T19:59:05.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Congeniality</title><content type='html'>Close your eyes and imagine you're on an island.  The breeze is gently blowing across your face, the warm sand is cushioning your feet, and the waves lazily lap against the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lesiurely stroll takes you to a nestle of trees where you see the most beautiful man.  Upon closer inspection you see that it is Gradie Freebush, Mr. Congeniality!  He woos you with his soft voice and tan skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you resist his charms?  And quite frankly, do you want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img100.exs.cx/img100/5389/MrCongenialityCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109892514519243128?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109892514519243128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109892514519243128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109892514519243128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109892514519243128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/10/mr-congeniality.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Congeniality&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109882173784553848</id><published>2004-10-26T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T15:15:37.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Intentions</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you caught your husband cheating on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, sleep with as many of his friends as you could of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivana Jenkins is mad, but she must continue with her charade if she hopes to get revenge.  Doing his friends by day, being the happy housewife by night is proving to be a tough job but someone has to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow Ivana as she gathers videos and photos of her husband's infidelity to better divorce him with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could there be a reconciliation in the works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img86.exs.cx/img86/5641/CruelIntentions2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109882173784553848?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109882173784553848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109882173784553848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109882173784553848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109882173784553848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/10/cruel-intentions.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cruel Intentions&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109881614733988251</id><published>2004-10-26T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:44:19.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Blooms in Orlando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Summer's almost here, and once again the "Camden Chiggers" are on their senior trip to Disney World. When Mr. Hamlin, the shop teacher, has a heart attack and can't supervise the trip the kids are left wondering if things will be cancelled. Surely Mr. Walters, the librarian, can't handle all 40 kids alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some fast talking and some hard looking the school finally finds someone to come along as the second chaperone. Enter Ms. Veronica Gloss. With long flowing hair, long legs, and her shapely body... she's used to getting her way when she wants it. This substitute temptress is always hungry for a good time, and she's just found her biggest challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Walters is a shy man; quiet and subdued, but when Veronica sets her seductive eyes on this studly intellectual sparks are sure to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, the kids aren't the only ones in for a wild ride. This summer, love blooms in Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img64.exs.cx/img64/2020/LoveBlooms.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109881614733988251?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109881614733988251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109881614733988251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109881614733988251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109881614733988251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-blooms-in-orlando.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Love Blooms in Orlando&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109769675941928336</id><published>2004-10-13T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:45:59.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Willow</title><content type='html'>Willow Val Kilroy always wanted to be a model.  Her dream was to make it to the top and dominate the modeling world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as life can't seem to get any better than this...well...it doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realizes she has everything she could ever want, and quite frankly, it's made her miserable.  Some people are never satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she ever be happy again?  Will she ever get rid of her 5 o'clock shadow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img70.exs.cx/img70/2248/ValsCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109769675941928336?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109769675941928336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109769675941928336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109769675941928336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109769675941928336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/10/meet-willow.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Meet Willow&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109694192414549531</id><published>2004-10-04T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:05:24.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tamarin Cruize had just made the final round of the Miss Hawaiian Tropical competition. She had worked hard the past few months, toning up her body and getting her tan just right. Everyone is thrilled to hear that the last stage is being held inside the beach's hottest bar, the "Cocktail Lounge". When she arrives a few days early to learn the layout of the stage, she is instantly swept off of her feet by Nicholas, the handsome owner and bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three nights of passion and nude body shots, she learns that he has just become the newest judge of the contest. The stakes are just too high. If the other girls learn of their affair, she's automatically barred from the competition. When she purposely ignores and avoids him, Nicholas is infuriated. How can he fight not only his powerful attraction for her, but also his anger at her recent attitude and score the contest fairly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a no-win situation. If he judges her higher than the others they run the threat of being exposed as lovers. If he scores her lower then he's sure she will never forgive him and it will ruin their relationship. Can he find a way to save not only his reputation but his new sex kitten as well? Or will their steamy romance go up in flames??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img72.exs.cx/img72/6972/CruzYellow.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109694192414549531?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109694192414549531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109694192414549531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109694192414549531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109694192414549531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/10/cocktail.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cocktail&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109694040751776987</id><published>2004-10-04T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T20:40:07.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Mail &amp; The Temple of Doom</title><content type='html'>Adriana Jones was a shy wall-flower kind of girl.  She always tried to blend in w/the crowd and never call notice to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while taking a detour from her usual route, she passed by an adult novelty shop.  Something inside her cried out and she slammed on the brakes!  All her life she held her breath knowing there was something more to life, and this was it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the shop her eyes grew wide at the beautiful shiny metal.  Chain mail!  Glorious chain mail!  Could this be what she was waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she be able to escape the Temple of Doom that is the novelty shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"America's been waiting for a fetish themed ghetto romance novel for years.  It's great to see someone finally had the nerve to write it!" - Fetishes Weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img6.exs.cx/img6/8941/chainmailcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109694040751776987?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109694040751776987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109694040751776987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109694040751776987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109694040751776987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/10/chain-mail-temple-of-doom.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Chain Mail &amp; The Temple of Doom&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109633801395841002</id><published>2004-09-27T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T21:20:14.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pump'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ashlee Kutchen used to be the "weakling" growing up. At school she was picked at for being so little and often was beaten up by the bigger kids. After years of suffering with the heartbreak that comes from constant belittling, she had fallen in love and life was looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Spriggs was the All-American boy. He was popular, good looking and captain of the football team. When he showed an interest in Ashlee, she had no clue that he was merely using her to get close to her older sister. Once again, she found her heart broken and dropped out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later she has finally decided to pull herself together and passed her GED. Now it's time to return to her home town for her ten year high school reunion. There's no way that they're going to laugh at her this time. It's time for payback, and Ashlee is ready to dish it out. Will her secret feelings for Sean return when she sees him after all this time? Or will she simply squash him like a bug...... now that she's Pump'd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img13.exs.cx/img13/1114/Ashton1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109633801395841002?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109633801395841002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109633801395841002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109633801395841002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109633801395841002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/pumpd.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Pump&apos;d&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109617206491013003</id><published>2004-09-25T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:14:24.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed: Race  You to the Mattress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tawny Reeves and her best friend Kara have always been competitive. In junior high it was popularity. In high school and college it was sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With both women grown and successful businesswomen, the stakes have continuously gotten higher and higher. This time there's more than just pride on the line. When the two women make a wager to see who can score with the most men during their summer vacation, the rules are out the window. In Cancun, the race is on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img60.exs.cx/img60/3104/Keanu1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109617206491013003?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109617206491013003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109617206491013003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109617206491013003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109617206491013003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/speed-race-you-to-mattress.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Speed: Race  You to the Mattress&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109599811022453141</id><published>2004-09-23T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T22:55:10.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>It's easy to see why all the ladies lurrve Ashford Sampson.  A hard working executive who loves to get down to business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This steamy gigalo knows how to get the job done whether it's advising the President or caressing his thong covered package.  You'll fall head over heels for this seductive bachelor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This character was so steamy I had to bathe after proof-reading his hot sexcapades!" - Loki's Concubine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img58.exs.cx/img58/8881/Ashleecovah.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109599811022453141?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109599811022453141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109599811022453141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109599811022453141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109599811022453141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/pieces-of-me.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Pieces of Me&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109599286914898505</id><published>2004-09-23T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:29:56.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playgirl of the Caribbean</title><content type='html'>Hot, balmy nights. Cool, crystal blue ocean water. The smell of vanilla and coconut wafting on the gentle breezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl's fantasy is to explore a tropical island and find the stud of her dreams in the surf. Naive and innocent, Mandy Schlovinka's dream is about to come true when she pulls the winning ticket for a tropical vacation. The city is soon forgotten as she learns of new pleasures and becomes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Playgirl of the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With a little candlelight, a nice bubbly bath, and some mood music, this book is almost as good as the real thing!" - Author Woman of Scorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img47.exs.cx/img47/5103/PlaygirlCarr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109599286914898505?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109599286914898505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109599286914898505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109599286914898505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109599286914898505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/playgirl-of-caribbean.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Playgirl of the Caribbean&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109574066516015803</id><published>2004-09-21T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:24:25.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion of the Nun</title><content type='html'>Sister Agnes thought she could suppress her feelings by becoming a nun, but she didn't realize it literally meant NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Callahan walks in as Sister Agnes parades around in her racy lingerie, thinking about her long life of celibacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Father Callahan be the one to convince her to stay true to her calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will the temptation be too strong to resist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PASSION OF THE NUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img57.exs.cx/img57/5484/passionnun.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109574066516015803?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109574066516015803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109574066516015803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109574066516015803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109574066516015803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/passion-of-nun.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The Passion of the Nun&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109565473279569849</id><published>2004-09-20T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T23:27:28.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Go Go Dancer</title><content type='html'>This diary is a must read for anyone who is curious about the glamorous world of pole dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layla Dunn is a strong female character who slides up and down her greased pole to make a living for her six children. In her story, she tells how she maneuvers her taut body in such geometric shapes, and how she beat up a customer for grabbing her breasts. These are just a few tantalizing tales, read on to learn more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Writing this gave me a whole new appreciation of the secret lives of these exotic entertainers. I once thought of them only as a nice set of breasts. Now they've grabbed my respect like a vice-grip from their impressive thighs." - Author Loki's Concubine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img46.exs.cx/img46/1465/gogonick2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109565473279569849?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109565473279569849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109565473279569849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109565473279569849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109565473279569849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/diary-of-go-go-dancer.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Diary of a Go Go Dancer&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109565272378601027</id><published>2004-09-19T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:58:43.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spring break. Sophomore year of college. Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Sterling has always been the shy, quiet one. Always a straight-laced student and in the top of her class, she deserved a vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the steamy, sun-filled beaches and the moonlit ocean swims she discovers just what she needs to make herself feel good. Men. And this time there's no holding back as she attempts to break all the rules and party all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.exs.cx/img40/7637/bookcover8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109565272378601027?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109565272378601027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109565272378601027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109565272378601027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109565272378601027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/tropical-dreams.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Tropical Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109530922392630264</id><published>2004-09-16T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:35:59.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>W is for WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Big-Bush National Park has been plagued by a mystery woman. For months, Park Ranger Vincent Musano has been attempting to catch a glimpse of the "nude lady" that has been shocking tourists and hikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little does he realize that he's found his target when he meets 'sweet &amp;amp; innocent' Georgette W. Jenkins while rafting down the Slittahoochie River. Vincent soon falls helplessly in love and forgets about the flashings after weeks go by without incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now they have started again. He's more determined than ever to stop the indecency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he discover Georgette's hidden secret? If he does, will he be able to tame the beast hidden within her? Can their love conquer her uncontrollable streaking urges and keep them together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img10.exs.cx/img10/4426/WWoman.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109530922392630264?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109530922392630264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109530922392630264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109530922392630264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109530922392630264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/w-is-for-woman.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;W is for WOMAN&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109522881174047444</id><published>2004-09-15T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T01:13:31.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sly Seduction</title><content type='html'>Taking a vacation?  How would you like this hot young beauty to "service" you day and night?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambi Porchia is the manager of this nude beach and she's there to make sure all of your desires are fulfilled.  This new line of Lesbian Ghetto Novels is sure to please all walks of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A real page turner, there's so much ghetto fabulousness in it I couldn't put it down!" - Playaz Quarterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img23.exs.cx/img23/9687/Sly.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109522881174047444?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109522881174047444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109522881174047444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109522881174047444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109522881174047444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/sly-seduction.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Sly Seduction&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109520421673140937</id><published>2004-09-14T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T18:23:36.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Temptress</title><content type='html'>Crissy Riviera is a stockbroker by day and a private dancer by night. You &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; invest your time and money with one tantalizing lesson from this exotic bootyologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Woman of Scorn says, "Don't be fooled by her &lt;a href="http://sweetface.blog-city.com/"&gt;sweet-face&lt;/a&gt;; she could teach you a thing or two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.exs.cx/img24/3374/WTemptress.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109520421673140937?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109520421673140937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109520421673140937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109520421673140937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109520421673140937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/wicked-temptress.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Wicked Temptress&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109514287282633443</id><published>2004-09-14T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T01:21:12.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>This Halloween Special, is a must have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in Lovebud Novels can you meet The Candy Corn Bandit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She entices you with her sweet bits and bedroom eyes.  Come take a peek inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait for you to sink your teeth into the sweet, gooey goodness of this novel. It isn't Christmas yet folks..... but this Halloween it'll sure feel like it!" - Author Loki's Concubine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img75.exs.cx/img75/7342/TrickORTreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109514287282633443?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109514287282633443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109514287282633443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109514287282633443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109514287282633443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/trick-or-treat.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Trick or Treat&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109504128060145645</id><published>2004-09-12T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:08:00.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Whores Caught in a Storm</title><content type='html'>There was wind, there was passion, there was a plane crash.  Two &lt;a href="http;//lovebuds.blogspot.com"&gt;lovebuds&lt;/a&gt; are stranded on an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caught, in a storm!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will they survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will they stay warm?  Seems they're well on their way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img21.exs.cx/img21/866/2Whores.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109504128060145645?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109504128060145645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109504128060145645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109504128060145645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109504128060145645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/two-whores-caught-in-storm.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Two Whores Caught in a Storm&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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-8153769.post-109503867910549651</id><published>2004-09-12T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:26:54.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaican Lovah Mon Box Set</title><content type='html'>Limited time ONLY! A-go and buy this special box set of "Jamaican Lovah Mon" Pt 1 &amp;amp; 2! Readers have fallen in love with these sexy island stories. So grab a set, kick back and light up some ganja mon, it's time to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img81.exs.cx/img81/4010/JLMon.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img81.exs.cx/img81/8213/JLMonPt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109503867910549651?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109503867910549651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109503867910549651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109503867910549651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109503867910549651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/jamaican-lovah-mon-box-set.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Jamaican Lovah Mon Box Set&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109503777170275219</id><published>2004-09-12T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:25:30.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silicone Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Author Woman of Scorn exclaims, "The fact that he looks so disgustingly happy with his man boobs, it's just sickening!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img40.exs.cx/img40/6311/AHNOLD5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109503777170275219?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109503777170275219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109503777170275219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109503777170275219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109503777170275219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/silicone-nightmares.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Silicone Nightmares&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109488146877822308</id><published>2004-09-11T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T00:46:32.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking Gurlie Man</title><content type='html'>Author Loki's Concubine says, "This book is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Twila Davingport, the main character, is determined to find a soft-spoken, sensitive man and nothing gets in her way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img40.exs.cx/img40/1518/AHNOLD4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109488146877822308?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109488146877822308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109488146877822308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109488146877822308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109488146877822308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/seeking-gurlie-man.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Seeking Gurlie Man&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109487536945858829</id><published>2004-09-10T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T23:07:20.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time, It Is A Wasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We here at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovebuds Publishing House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are sad to announce that we will be unable to submit chapter excerpts for every book displayed in the future. While we thoroughly enjoy sharing the stories with you all, it is just too time consuming. Hell, who are we kidding here.... once you've read a sex scene they're all alike. In any case, Woman of Scorn and I still giggle fiendishly over the idea of making covers for our 'ghetto-romance' novels, so we will continue to post them. We may occasionally still submit story parts or opinions on a particular cover if we are struck by the mood or are really bored and want to write about &lt;strike&gt;fist-f*cking&lt;/strike&gt; beautimous love-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, if you really suck at photoshop and would like to see your own face or someone else's on one of our covers, simply drop us a comment with your email and we'll get back to ya. We don't charge anything.... we are just sad little bored twits who enjoy farking with pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109487536945858829?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109487536945858829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109487536945858829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109487536945858829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109487536945858829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/time-it-is-wasting.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Time, It Is A Wasting&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109401500382522629</id><published>2004-08-31T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T00:31:24.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img4.exs.cx/img4/9463/bookcover5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were moving slowly, not wanting to rush the moment. Nikki wasn’t going to be back for another three hours, so there was no need to move hastily. Stephan ran his fingers over the metal button on her jeans and tugged at the zipper. Jenna’s hair was catching in the slight summer breeze and it was tickling his shoulders. His lips pressed against hers and he sucked greedily at the fullness that he found there. With each flicker of his hot tongue Jenna moaned and pushed herself closer against his muscular body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh God, Stephan,” she growled as his lips moved down onto the curve of her neck. He let his mouth remain there a moment longer and then pulled away from her. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was almost ready. Her breathing was getting heavier and her body trembled slightly. He smiled then, knowing that he had already won the battle and grabbed her shirt with his hands. It came off quickly, and then he was removing her bra. She moaned again as the air danced against her swollen breasts and the slick warmth of his tongue circled the sensitive rosy &lt;a href="http://lovebuds.blogspot.com"&gt;lovebuds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tumbled to the soft sand then, and the weight of his body was covering her. Jenna couldn’t remember when the summer air had smelled so erotic or when the sand had felt so much like velvet. She licked her lips and wiggled as he pulled her jeans down and off of her. He was kissing her hard then, more aggressive. His tongue was like liquid fire and she couldn’t wait to feel that same heat inside of her. At that thought she reached down and ran her hands against his bare chest. She found the edges of his shorts and yanked them away from his waist. Stephan kicked his legs, sending his khaki shorts flying onto the sand nearby. They rolled a few times, each one trying to gain control of the other. There she was again, once more underneath him. The opposing sensations of the cool sand on her back and his hot, throbbing manhood brushing against her stomach were making her pulse quicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sucking at her skin, purposefully trailing circles around her hard nipples and then trailing down her stomach towards her wet molten center. Jenna felt the small ringlets of his hair, now damp with sweat as they whispered across the flesh of her inner thighs. She opened her eyes then, and smiled at the silhouette of Nikki standing above them. Stephan was too far-gone in the moment of passion to realize that Nikki had walked up behind them. Nikki licked her lips and winked at Jenna as a devious grin stretched across her face. The twins had always gotten their way, and this would be no exception. Jenna closed her eyes then and waited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109401500382522629?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109401500382522629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109401500382522629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109401500382522629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109401500382522629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/pleasure-twins.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Pleasure Twins&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Loki's Concubine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664375928153228214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://home.sc.rr.com/entity13/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153769.post-109401441130678265</id><published>2004-08-31T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T23:53:31.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img82.exs.cx/img82/7289/chewybookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…as I gazed into the mirror I could see forever in his eyes.   Never have I felt so comfortable around a man as I did this one.  We decided to make love in front of the mirror so that we could worship each other whilst we engaged in bodily pleasures.  As he slowly slid my negligee down my creamy skin, I blossomed in chills.  I knew this would be a night to remember, and I was ready for his throbbing manhood to sink deep into my awaiting moist love nest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowena read her journal entry silently to herself while daydreaming at work.  She couldn’t wait to get home to her lover, Logan Wolfe.  His name fit him quite appropriately, as he had that quiet passion.   She turned the page in her journal and kept reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The sound of my negligee hitting the floor was all that I could bear.  I whispered for him to ravish me, yet be gentle.  His long fingers caressed every curve of my body, stroking the flames already stirring within.  He ducked down for a moment, and came back up with an ice cube in his mouth which he lavishly swirled around my aching &lt;a href="http://lovebuds.blogspot.com"&gt;lovebuds&lt;/a&gt;…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153769-109401441130678265?l=lovebud-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/109401441130678265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153769&amp;postID=109401441130678265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109401441130678265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153769/posts/default/109401441130678265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebud-stories.blogspot.com/2004/09/reflections.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Reflections&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Woman of Scorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16472371584421539087</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>
