<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/DarkePassions"><title>Darke Passions - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/</link><description>Entering a realm where passion meets exploration. 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Sleek, sexy and tormented I stood smiling for the cameras and wanting to kick off my heels. To amuse myself I decided to unnerve the cute camera operator and began making flirtatious glances. He...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/363139"><title>Taken in Shadow</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/363139</link><description>Fear not the night. Nothing exists in the absence of light that is not there under the suns affectionate caress. The slick and sensual manipulation of flesh is hidden only by the desire laced with need. A quiet desperation that we all feel as we rush headlong to wards our individual ending. Life...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/362855"><title>Sliced by Fate</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/362855</link><description>She was exquisite in form and taste. I ravished and hungered and bit through my quivering lip as she walked by me. Her very touch would make me quiver, resplendent in the majesty of the moment. The air between us electric with anticipation as the world dropped away and all that remains is our...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/307496"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/307496</link><description>Her lips tasted like black cherries drenched in chocolate. Her breath whispered across the satin naked void that seperated us, as we sit in the theatre, fighting to follow the obscure work. Sadly, inexorably, all I could think of was her. The taste of her flesh and the notion of us locked in a...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/302994"><title>on the run</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/302994</link><description>He had me trapped and he knew it. In one, brief instant I had turned from predator, to prey. Now, as the sunlight dropped from the sky, I was running scared in a city I did not know well, with a man hot on my tail. This was not how I planned to spend my weekend, I had not dressed for frantic...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/295550"><title>Blood Sacrifice Part One</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/295550</link><description>I could taste the blood as it ran down my throat; a trickle that came from the puncture of my tongue. I sat up immediately alert and awake, my heart beat racing, my breasts swaying from the sudden exertion. The air in the darke room was cool and refreshing as it danced on my skin I could barely...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/292555"><title>Lingering</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/292555</link><description>I can still feel his hands on my body! The taste of salt dancing like a memory on my lips, as I try to stretch and awaken from a slumber not rendered by sleep but by exhaustion! The sensation of being connected with the world, the breeze from my window skates across my thigh and I feel him again....</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/290165"><title>Aching continued</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/290165</link><description>He of course was aware of his affect on me. It wasn't transparent and I don't usually play hard to get. That just wastes everybodies time, if the notion is sex, then be sexual. Still I had misgivings as I watched him return from the washroom, his hard body signalling his prowess even under the...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/289913"><title>An ache </title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/289913</link><description>His touch was like an icy wind on the small of my back. It made me want to leap out of the cushiony seat and regret wearing the dress with no back. I was reivited by his eyes, the color of malacite, and his lips that had that fullness that made me wonder how they tasted and how they would feel,...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/265819"><title>Grovel...</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DarkePassions/265819</link><description>There is an effect at play here. Useless, tired analogs used by people claiming to care about others, yet when you actually listen to their words they are marked with lies. Tinged with deceit and dripping with a saccharine sweetness that belies the extreme danger to the listener. Listen to any...</description></item></rdf:RDF>