<?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-5611769</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:26:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AngelicFall's Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ronval</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611769.post-115007941146955570</id><published>2006-06-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T09:35:12.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studyante Blues</title><summary type='text'>"dear ate nina, baka pupunta ako dyan sa bahay ninyo bukas o sa makalawa. tatawag sana ako, pero alam ko kasi na maaga kayong natutulog dyan sa san diego. tatawag nalang ako ulit bukas pagka alis ko ng trabaho. nakakailang naman kung magpaparamdam lang ako bigla sa inyo kahit na sinabi mo na okay lang. sige po ate, hanggang dito nalang muna, kwentuhan tayo bukas ng hapon. ang iyong kapatid na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/115007941146955570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611769&amp;postID=115007941146955570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/115007941146955570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/115007941146955570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/2006/06/studyante-blues.html' title='Studyante Blues'/><author><name>ronval</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611769.post-108569592902941268</id><published>2004-05-27T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T15:12:09.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Caught Masturbating...</title><summary type='text'>Not long ago, I had a business trip in Paris. Since the whole trip was sponsored by the company, I'm not at all worried about financial costs behind it, I left that to the company accountants and the supervisors handling my trip.As early as two days, I was able to finish the whole business deal. I talked to my boss, and she just told me to enjoy the 3 more days alloted for me. I went back to my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/108569592902941268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611769&amp;postID=108569592902941268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108569592902941268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108569592902941268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-was-caught-masturbating.html' title='I Was Caught Masturbating...'/><author><name>ronval</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611769.post-108569146785761286</id><published>2004-05-27T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T13:57:47.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss</title><summary type='text'>you were reading a magazinei was behind youyour butt was right on my face as i read my magazineyou were wearing a skirti gave one of your butt cheeks a kissyou didn't said anythingyou went on on what you were doingi kissed your cheek against your skirtyou pulled your skirt upi kissed your butt againi kept kissing your butti went closer to your pussi licked the skin by your pussyyou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/108569146785761286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611769&amp;postID=108569146785761286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108569146785761286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108569146785761286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/2004/05/kiss.html' title='The Kiss'/><author><name>ronval</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611769.post-108560620053029863</id><published>2004-05-26T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T14:16:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Truck and Our Camping Trip</title><summary type='text'>Great, I didn't know the camp site was this far. But you managed to cheer me up. We arrived at the campsite late, forcing me to park far. I dropped her off and our stuff close and went on to find parking. I parked my truck about half a mile away from the people, parking was that bad. I left a sleeping bag in the back of my truck, i thought we would need an extra, but I guess not.I walked to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/108560620053029863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611769&amp;postID=108560620053029863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108560620053029863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108560620053029863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-truck-and-our-camping-trip.html' title='My Truck and Our Camping Trip'/><author><name>ronval</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611769.post-108558967653039036</id><published>2004-05-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:41:16.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lighthouse and The Hood</title><summary type='text'>It was dinner as usual on a Friday night. Then I remembered something, somebody told me about a lighthouse not that far from where we were. It was an isolated place.I told my date that I want to check a place out. We went to the lighthouse, and indeed it was an isolated place. I followed the directions my friend told me, about a path to the lighthouse that has been well hidden from public. We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/108558967653039036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611769&amp;postID=108558967653039036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108558967653039036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108558967653039036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/2004/05/lighthouse-and-hood.html' title='The Lighthouse and The Hood'/><author><name>ronval</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611769.post-108507594450539180</id><published>2004-05-20T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T10:59:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Weekend</title><summary type='text'>i was up on the sixty seventh floor, smoking in the balcony, relaxing and writing my journal while the tiny desk lamp illuminated my lap. it was around three in the morning and i really love the temperature. i was parralel to the building, i could see the whole side of the condominium complex, until a sim light a few floors down caught my attention. it was close and bright enough for me to see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/108507594450539180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611769&amp;postID=108507594450539180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108507594450539180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108507594450539180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/2004/05/great-weekend.html' title='The Great Weekend'/><author><name>ronval</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611769.post-108501133984895814</id><published>2004-05-19T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:33:00.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the quickiei glanced at you at the passenger seat, you were deep asleep. i glanced outside the window as i drive, i saw a hot girl driving a mustang. she leveled her speed with mine, she looked at me in the eyes, smiled and sped off. i took the closest rest area, you were till sleeping. i decided to take a leak. i saw the same mustang park a few feet down. i locked the doors so that i can go and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/feeds/108501133984895814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611769&amp;postID=108501133984895814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108501133984895814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611769/posts/default/108501133984895814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsstories.blogspot.com/2004/05/quickie-i-glanced-at-you-at-passenger.html' title=''/><author><name>ronval</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
