<?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-8359768650418265920</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:44:56.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess and the Sluttt</title><subtitle type='html'>An honest account of a woman in love with two men and all that that implies. It's all true except for where it's necessary to protect the innocent and the not so innocent.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-105970684814795740</id><published>2009-04-05T18:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:33:06.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Vs. Reality</title><summary type='text'>I didn't see Brad this week. He hasn't been himself. He's going through his own crap and well it's difficult for me when he gets like that. He's just kind of sad and stuck inside himself. So I opted to make an excuse and stay away and I can't promise that this week will be any different but we will see. Tonight I will see Ean and Ean will need to take care of all my needs this week....well most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/105970684814795740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/04/fantasy-vs-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/105970684814795740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/105970684814795740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/04/fantasy-vs-reality.html' title='Fantasy Vs. Reality'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/Sdkxmp6D_pI/AAAAAAAAABk/LXXJV7ttGaU/s72-c/threesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-1941348516876693817</id><published>2009-03-19T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:50:56.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Do you feel guilty?" Brad asked."No, " I replied."Not even last week?""Nope! I will if I get caught but until then there is no reason to feel guilty."It seemed like a reasonable enough explanation. That is until I was driving home and it struck me. I used to feel guilty when I was with just Brad and just thinking about cheating on him. How come I don't feel that way with Ean? How come when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/1941348516876693817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-feel-guilty-brad-asked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/1941348516876693817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/1941348516876693817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-feel-guilty-brad-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/ScL2d7GvllI/AAAAAAAAABc/BnRkMYQrTWs/s72-c/1stkissDM2502_468x308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-7252195688314769381</id><published>2009-03-18T19:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:13:56.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big, Meaty and Yummy</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes Brad sends me pictures of men with big hard cocks that he knows I would admire and want to suck. I always enjoy this. Brad enjoys the idea of me being with other men. This excites me that he does. Someday I'd like to have sex with him and another guy. I want Brad to watch me suck of a nice big gorgeous cock.  For now I get off looking at the pictures and then I show Brad on his own cock</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/7252195688314769381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-meaty-and-yummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/7252195688314769381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/7252195688314769381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-meaty-and-yummy.html' title='Big, Meaty and Yummy'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/ScGqDLWWB2I/AAAAAAAAABU/OdEhMVcKDLM/s72-c/deidre_splash_pic_428562b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-8522809066574882157</id><published>2009-03-17T17:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:59:22.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder</title><summary type='text'>I often wonder what it is about Brad that makes me love him so much. Ean and I have so much more in common than Brad and I. Ean and I are so much more alike than Brad and I. There is this draw with Brad. It's like the pull of a magnet. It's really as if Brad is a part of me, a peice of my soul. I've never been able to explain. I hate that I can't walk away from him. Hate that I can't stop loving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8522809066574882157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/8522809066574882157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/8522809066574882157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonder.html' title='Wonder'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/ScAdJKwADKI/AAAAAAAAABE/7vFJOv8qayA/s72-c/drain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-8441330042273584918</id><published>2009-03-15T00:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:31:33.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Some Fantasy</title><summary type='text'>Basically I spent this week putting my feelings into perspective I guess you could say. When I was with Brad last time it was difficult to be close to him. I mean affectionate because I had yet to figure out how I felt and was holding back. I was hesitant and unsure of what I was doing and where I wanted this to go. There was a part of me that believed (like the alcoholic to the drink) that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/8441330042273584918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-and-some-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/8441330042273584918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/8441330042273584918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-and-some-fantasy.html' title='Thoughts and Some Fantasy'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/SbyDhkX8JQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JCb960O7KYs/s72-c/hot-girls-kissing-in-shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-3514060694286093815</id><published>2009-03-10T18:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:19:22.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of Two Men</title><summary type='text'>I am excitingly anticipating my next visit with Brad. It is sure to be better for me this time now that I've got the first time out of the way. I would like to say that this doesn't change anything between Ean and I but that would be a lie. I can feel the shift in the relationship and I know he can too. This isn't necessarily a bad thing but there is a shift. I find I have to work harder and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/3514060694286093815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-of-two-men.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/3514060694286093815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/3514060694286093815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-of-two-men.html' title='The Love of Two Men'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/Sbb1aj9YPWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3_yZf4Zupkk/s72-c/Threesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-533871286379074162</id><published>2009-03-08T22:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:02:13.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><summary type='text'>Brad and I were finally able to steal a small window of time and get together. Unfortunately we had to use the car but hey you do what you have to, you know? I met him at one of our designated meeting spots and we drove to a secluded area. It was dark and thinking back I never actually saw his face other than the shadow of his face. It made the whole event seem that much more illicit. It left an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/533871286379074162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/533871286379074162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/533871286379074162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/SbSDloDLIlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nVlcVp3SPAg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-9053725330442507036</id><published>2009-03-07T17:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:05:00.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'm At</title><summary type='text'>I'm still in the early stages of this new phase in my life. So I understand that it's going to take awhile before I get it all together. I don't really feel guilty as I do worried about getting caught. There I said it and that might make me a horrible person but I thought it best to be totally honest. I dont feel guilty because I think that for the first time in my life I'm being true to me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/9053725330442507036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-im-at.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/9053725330442507036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/9053725330442507036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-im-at.html' title='Where I&apos;m At'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/SbL8Ewi293I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Gz8jkndR-R8/s72-c/3077972989_5f9e3a24d8a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-2283301154951116087</id><published>2009-03-03T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:15:42.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of the Day</title><summary type='text'>I don't have too much time to write because Ean will be back soon. So this will be short and sweet I suppose. I have a few more days till I can see Brad. I can't wait! I'm dying to kiss him, dying to touch him, dying to feel his strong hands in my hair as he pulls my long blonde hair and guides me down to his sweet cock. I so love having sex with Brad. There is nothing like it on the planent. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2283301154951116087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-of-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/2283301154951116087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/2283301154951116087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-of-day.html' title='Thoughts of the Day'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/Sa3Gati0hnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hiWV5Yssktw/s72-c/Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-4558846400998202348</id><published>2009-03-01T13:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:37:45.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night and This Morning</title><summary type='text'>Ean and I were sitting on the couch together. I had my lingerie on and was wrapped up in a blanket to stay warm while he rubbed my feet. "You're tired. We don't have to have sex tonight," he offered.I gave him that look of 'yeah right' Then I announced, "You go get naked, I have to pee first." There was no arguements from him. By the time I came out of the bathroom he was naked and in bed waiting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/4558846400998202348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night-and-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/4558846400998202348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/4558846400998202348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night-and-this-morning.html' title='Last Night and This Morning'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/SarVpqyO4NI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6FB-NTDNF0c/s72-c/couple+in+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359768650418265920.post-2445031621722659243</id><published>2009-02-28T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:23:05.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess and the Slut or Destiny, That's Me!</title><summary type='text'>Hi my name is Destiny. I was seeing Brad a married man for several years and I loved him passionately but there was also a sadness attached along with a loss of dignity etc etc. You know? The whole married man/single woman routine. Then I looked up an old boyfriend, Ean and we started seeing one another. I soon ended things with Brad. Ean treats me like a queen. He's the greatest and I adore him.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/feeds/2445031621722659243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/princess-and-slut-or-destiny-thats-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/2445031621722659243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8359768650418265920/posts/default/2445031621722659243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessandtheslut.blogspot.com/2009/02/princess-and-slut-or-destiny-thats-me.html' title='Princess and the Slut or Destiny, That&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>Destiny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07018759540774432913</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TnaDkFs25E/SanNUqt2Y0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J6UKHkaK3_Y/s72-c/chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
