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	<title>Adventures from the bedrooms of African women</title>
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	<description>We think there is a serious lack of relevant and useful information about the sexuality of African women. This blog is a space for African women to share tips, experiences and more...</description>
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		<title>Guest Contributor Ekuba: To Masturbate or not to Masturbate?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 12:04:22 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[General Issues]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[masturbating]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[masturbation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[self pleasure]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes ladies, we’re going there today! It’s the thing that everyone does but hates to talk about and I’m not referring to farting   Ok, I agree- not everyone does it. Take my big sister for example. She once confided in me that she had never masturbated before.
Before you get skeptical, let me explain. She was born with a terminal illness and she has spent most of her life in pain. Understandably, when your body is constantly in intense pain, stroking your genitalia may be the last thing on your mind.
Which brings us to the 65% of women &#38; 90% of men who masturbate: (come on ladies is it really only 65% of us ...]]></description>
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		<title>ATS: 2 o&#8217;clock</title>
		<link>http://adventuresfrom.com/2012/05/07/ats-2-oclock.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 17:07:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Malaka</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It seemed for Annette as though the world was in suspended animation. Nothing before these few moments with her brother and sister mattered and nothing else afterward would. Annette held fast to Amy’s hand for the two hours they spent at lunch, as though she feared if she let go she would lose her sister for another lifetime. It was clear Amy felt the same way. Neither of the sisters was speaking, but each knew what the other was thinking. Lydia broke their reverie and announced it was time to go back into court.
“It wouldn’t do to be late,” she said, encouraging them to rise quickly. She gathered her enormous leather bag and her briefcase.
“I’ll ...]]></description>
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		<title>ATS: Song of the swallows</title>
		<link>http://adventuresfrom.com/2012/05/03/ats.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2012 15:06:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Malaka</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The soft sound of fledgling swallows chirping filled the early morning air. As if on cue, their mother returned with the spoils of her pre-dawn hunt, bringing food to satisfy their tiny hungry bellies. Sophia had watched the swallow family meticulously build their mud nest underneath her awning months before, and had never had the heart to take it down and destroy it despite Idrisu’s insistence. Sophia preferred the soft warbling of the swallows to an alarm clock. Annette also liked to watch the feathered family dutifully carry out the tasks that nature had prescribed for them. Watching them kept her mind off heavier issues, like Mr. Prah. That was further incentive for Sophia to ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Contributor Anna Sasin: Creating home made porn and sexy images&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://adventuresfrom.com/2012/05/02/guest-contributor-anna-sasin-creating-home-made-porn-and-sexy-images.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 18:48:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guest</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Anna Sasin]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[home made porn]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[images]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pictures]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sexy pictures]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;So&#8230;can you send me a picture?&#8217;, his voice trailed off on the other end of the line. Now, since the conversation had taken on a strong sexual undertone, I knew exactly what he meant.
&#8216;Um&#8230;what kind of picture?&#8217;
&#8216;You know&#8230;a picture.&#8217;
*sigh*
Silence on my end.
&#8216;Ok, hold on&#8230;&#8217;
I then proceeded to raze my university residence room to the ground looking for the lingerie set my mom had gotten me during the winter break (as an afterthought at the counter at the store). A black corset set with garters. Anybody who knows me knows I absolutely love to take pictures, so this was not going to be awkward or uncomfortable. I&#8217;ll admit I revelled in it. I&#8217;ve always liked my ...]]></description>
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		<title>ATS: Haunted and Hallowed Halls</title>
		<link>http://adventuresfrom.com/2012/04/29/ats-haunted-and-hallowed-halls.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 22:06:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Malaka</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The bullfrogs were croaking a baleful chorus from the lush grass lining the road leading into Elmina. A sudden downpour had drenched the area. The frogs may have been singing praises of thanks for the rain, but 9Lydia cursed it. Although the view of the sea on the way to the Western Region was lovely, she hated the drive, especially in the rain. Ever since the road had been repaved taxi and tro-tro drivers become prone to overtaking in the lanes in breakneck and dangerous speeds, vexing her with each passing mile.  If the directions she had been given were correct, her ordeal would soon be over. She pulled her Mercedes in front of a ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Contributor Ekuba&#8217;s Letter to the Other Woman</title>
		<link>http://adventuresfrom.com/2012/04/29/guest-contributor-ekubas-letter-to-the-other-woman.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 13:13:10 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[General Issues]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cheating]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ekuba]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[infidelity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[marriage]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Missie (short version of Mistress),
You probably expect this to be another article that condemns you and tells you you’re a horrible person for banging another woman’s husband.  You probably expect me to urge you to leave him.
But I won’t say these things to you because I know you’ve heard them over and over again. How do I know? You see, Missie, I have been you before- once.
Actually, I have been you five times. I have dated five married men and this is the biggest regret of my life. I remember the one that I fell in love with. After he took me for a moonlit stroll on the beach, gazed into my eyes and ...]]></description>
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		<title>ATS: When Love Hurts</title>
		<link>http://adventuresfrom.com/2012/04/25/ats-when-love-hurts.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 15:35:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Malaka</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Someone was sweeping outside. The sound of stiff bristles and a woman’s voice humming a hymn pulled Afosua from her sleep. The room was deathly silent, save for the sound of that distant spiritual song and someone else’s breathing. Afosua sat up in a panic and looked around.
“Good afternoon, beautiful,” Tony whispered. “You’ve been asleep for a while.”
Afosua put her hand on her forehead and leaned back against the pillow.
“How long have I been here?”
“Only for a day,” Tony replied, pouring her a small cup of juice. She took the liquid and drank it greedily.
“You’re a bit knocked up, but the doctor thinks the shock of your ordeal might be worse than your physical bruises.”
“By ...]]></description>
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		<title>ATS: Blow Womaaan!!</title>
		<link>http://adventuresfrom.com/2012/04/23/ats-blow-womaaan.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 18:24:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Malaka</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Tony paced the floors of the chief inspector’s office. Afosua’s phone had been ringing and gone unanswered for hours. He was worried. Something had to be terribly wrong. The inspector leaned back in his office chair and tried to calm Tony down.
“If what you tell me is correct, she’s okay,” said Frederick Frimpong. “Ms. Gyemfi seems like an intelligent woman. We have a man stationed outside of Phillips &#38; Boakye, and he says Mr. Boakye’s car is still in the compound.”
Tony stopped pacing.
“Has he seen Mr. Boakye?”
Inspector Frimpong leveled his gaze to meet Tony’s.
“Shit!” he cursed. “There are three different ways to get out of that office. Harold could have left through any of them ...]]></description>
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		<title>ATS: When Pasts Collide</title>
		<link>http://adventuresfrom.com/2012/04/20/ats-when-pasts-collide.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 15:50:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Malaka</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[“Where are you taking me?”
“Just shut up and drive.”
“And what direction am I actually driving in, sir?” Afosua pulled on her seatbelt slowly, stalling for time.
Harold Boakye pulled a knife from his ankle and laid it on his lap.
“You are in no position to be cheeky, my dear girl,” he said menacingly.
“I’m not being cheeky,” Afosua said calmly. “I am just trying to figure out what you want.”
On the outside she seemed calm and unshaken. Inwardly she was terrified. She couldn’t believe she had fallen for Harold’s simple trick. She kicked herself for not being more aware…somehow she thought he might stage something more elaborate. She had underestimated him.
“Go east,” he commanded. “Head for the ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Contributor Ekuba: Secrets: Raped by my Uncle&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://adventuresfrom.com/2012/04/15/guest-contributor-ekuba-secrets-raped-by-my-uncle.html</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 19:44:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guest</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[General Issues]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[child abuse]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rape]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sexual molestation]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My uncle raped me when I was four. Sometimes, I ask myself what he found so attractive about me at that age to make him do that to me. Was it my flat, unripe bosom? Or my carefree smile that glinted with innocence- the innocence which he took away from me forever? I will never know. Who can fathom a pervert’s mind?
He stopped molesting me when I was ten and then I started touching myself. In order to climax, I would fantasize about the things my uncle did to me, which I enjoyed. That is my secret. Not the touching-  but that I enjoyed what was done to me. Now that I’m an adult, I ...]]></description>
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