<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046</id><updated>2024-09-02T02:50:50.498-05:00</updated><title type="text">Savanah's Playhouse</title><subtitle type="html">A home made of short stories to entice and interest some. so welcome to my home.</subtitle><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default?alt=atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-8909582012305132272</id><published>2008-12-09T10:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:51:15.775-06:00</updated><title type="text">I Need Attention</title><summary type="text">The weather was cold and nasty felt like it was never going to end. That day I got sick as the day went on. Every time I turned around, I had a tissue in my hand a temperature, and well a cough to go along with it. The next day I decided to go to the Dr. so, I can get a check up not only that I already had an appointment with the gynecologist. What a fun day I was going to have being sick. The </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8909582012305132272/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/8909582012305132272?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/8909582012305132272" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/8909582012305132272" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-attention.html" rel="alternate" title="I Need Attention" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-738691262826793809</id><published>2007-06-15T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:16:24.844-05:00</updated><title type="text">The Door To Happiness</title><summary type="text">She was standing there with nothing on as I glanced around the corner. She was delightful yet arousing to watch. She had long stunning red hair with a light completion that would light up a room with excitement. The young women looked like she was about to enjoy herself as she began to touch herself.I began to stand there with a amazing gaze in my eyes wanting to join so bad yet waiting for her </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/738691262826793809/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/738691262826793809?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/738691262826793809" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/738691262826793809" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2007/06/door-to-happiness.html" rel="alternate" title="The Door To Happiness" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-2560016104570073432</id><published>2007-04-12T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:36:55.580-05:00</updated><title type="text">Roadside Service</title><summary type="text">I was stranded in the middle of the night on a dead end road and no where to go. I just got back from the club so not even dressed to be stranded. I looked all around not a house in site. I stood there fiddling with the engine hoping that I could fix it. Although I am no engineer so I had no clue what I was doing. Got back in the car and started to listen to music.  After awhile I started to doze</summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2560016104570073432/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/2560016104570073432?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/2560016104570073432" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/2560016104570073432" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/roadside-service.html" rel="alternate" title="Roadside Service" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-2464686818579185539</id><published>2007-04-09T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:08:28.488-05:00</updated><title type="text">A Great Night Together</title><summary type="text">The moon was shinning through the window glazing on her face as she laidthere. My eyes was gazing at the beauty of the site of her eyes. It was a Friday night I felt we should be out dancing the night away instead We decided to stay in and watch movies. Although I had a plan of my own. She would never forget. I went into the bathroom and lit candles all around. Then turned on soft music to entice</summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2464686818579185539/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/2464686818579185539?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/2464686818579185539" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/2464686818579185539" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-night-together.html" rel="alternate" title="A Great Night Together" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-7117147581282109473</id><published>2007-03-14T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:17:43.823-05:00</updated><title type="text">She Needs Help</title><summary type="text">The alarm went off I slowly opened my eyes pushed the button and got up. I had so many plans today but where to start. I got up went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Thinking as I went down the stairs in my little white see through nightie  nipples still hard from the coldness of the room not remembering that a friend had stayed the nighton the couch. I took a seat beside him thinking he was</summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7117147581282109473/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/7117147581282109473?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/7117147581282109473" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/7117147581282109473" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2007/03/she-needs-help.html" rel="alternate" title="She Needs Help" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-7809050970837249084</id><published>2007-03-14T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:16:13.505-05:00</updated><title type="text">Midnight Boy Toy</title><summary type="text">It was a hot summer night  the moon was full. The town waseven brighter then the moon. Crowds filled the streets. Businessesopen all hours. Where was I to go? I was looking for a boy toy oneI can train to play with and and listen to every command. boy oh boy.What was a girl to do in this situation. I just wanted A guy to play with my cocktake my cock  and obey me when I speak. My poor toy is </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7809050970837249084/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/7809050970837249084?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/7809050970837249084" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/7809050970837249084" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2007/03/midnight-boy-toy.html" rel="alternate" title="Midnight Boy Toy" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-116912903828751922</id><published>2007-01-18T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T08:46:16.436-06:00</updated><title type="text">Her First Touch</title><summary type="text">It was our first time in bed together. I just thought she was everything. I enjoyed her for what she stood for and who she was.So, when things hit off in the bedroom and the lights where down and the music was low, it was like we didn't know what to do.  We laid there with our bodies nervously against one another. My mind pondering what was I to do. I tossed.  I turned,I just wanted my hand to </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/116912903828751922/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/116912903828751922?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/116912903828751922" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/116912903828751922" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2007/01/her-first-touch.html" rel="alternate" title="Her First Touch" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-115998913293687320</id><published>2006-10-04T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:12:12.956-05:00</updated><title type="text">Fun Day Out</title><summary type="text">It was a nice hot summer day when me and a friend went  to a park to spend the day. I gathered a picnic for us to have while we were at the park. We got there around 8 at night  and walked down the path to this really pretty waterfall no one else was around just me and her and the birds so peaceful so romantic I reached over and kissed her as we reached the tip of the waterfall telling her how </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115998913293687320/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/115998913293687320?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/115998913293687320" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/115998913293687320" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/10/fun-day-out.html" rel="alternate" title="Fun Day Out" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-115430377746633232</id><published>2006-07-30T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:56:17.483-05:00</updated><title type="text">Savanah's Birthday Party</title><summary type="text">It was my birthday and I was haven a big party at this club. It was time for me to get my head together and start getting the invitations out and things I needed together. As  I started writing the invitations for the  Party March 28th at  Sexy Diva's all welcome come in anything you want and with who you want.As I got that taken care of I had to get the food and the drinks which I made sure to </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/115430377746633232/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/115430377746633232?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/115430377746633232" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/115430377746633232" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/07/savanahs-birthday-party.html" rel="alternate" title="Savanah's Birthday Party" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-114597172886826498</id><published>2006-04-25T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:28:49.333-05:00</updated><title type="text">Neighbors????</title><summary type="text">Well it's spring and my husband and I  have lots of yard work to do so we invited the lady and her husband next door to come over to help us and cook out as we work. We are taking the fence down between are yards so he is going to help.As we work James needed some water. as James calls for his wife and no answer. Dam it,he says as he goes inside the house to get him a glass of water and notices  </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114597172886826498/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/114597172886826498?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="9 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114597172886826498" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114597172886826498" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/04/neighbors.html" rel="alternate" title="Neighbors????" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-114514469602423616</id><published>2006-04-15T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:44:56.043-05:00</updated><title type="text">Toy Hunt at Savanah's</title><summary type="text">It was Friday morning and I was gathering all my things together for my Easter egg hunt for the next morning. Not your normal Easter Egg hunt. This party was just for adults and instead of Easter eggs you hunted for vibrators and toys. Which keep in mind if you get the 2 lucky toys you had the pleasure of doing many things. as I finished gathering up the things I finished up my day dreaming about</summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114514469602423616/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/114514469602423616?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114514469602423616" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114514469602423616" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/04/toy-hunt-at-savanahs.html" rel="alternate" title="Toy Hunt at Savanah's" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-114417150920262488</id><published>2006-04-04T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:25:09.206-05:00</updated><title type="text">Dirty House Cleaner 2</title><summary type="text">It was a cool spring day just the type of day you would like to get all the cleaning done around the house.  I get up and go to the computer turn on the tunes and begin looking around what a mess where do I begin thought for a few and went to the kitchen where I started doing the dishes I was dancing to the music getting my grove on but then this one song came on omg this song turns me on every </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114417150920262488/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/114417150920262488?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114417150920262488" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114417150920262488" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/04/dirty-house-cleaner-2.html" rel="alternate" title="Dirty House Cleaner 2" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-114417143978887739</id><published>2006-04-04T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:23:59.803-05:00</updated><title type="text">Orgy at the Lake</title><summary type="text">I was sitting on this bench at the lake right across from this guy. when this guy came up and introduced himself and said you have very pretty eyes. do you mind if I sit with you? I said no, and we began to talk about everything and anything as the day went by we decided to go out to dinner. so I left the lake thinking damn he was hot what will I wear where will we go .. so on so on  I got home </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114417143978887739/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/114417143978887739?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114417143978887739" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114417143978887739" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/04/orgy-at-lake.html" rel="alternate" title="Orgy at the Lake" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-114192565585506772</id><published>2006-03-09T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:34:15.870-06:00</updated><title type="text">The Thrill of My First Anal Toy Experience</title><summary type="text">My boyfriend and I went to the adult toy store today. While we were there we found so many toys we liked, but there was one toy in particular that I was trying to talk him into letting me get so I could teach him a few new things in the bedroom tonight. With some hesitation and lots of convincing from me he finally agreed and we bought it. All the way home I had the biggest smile on my face. As </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114192565585506772/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/114192565585506772?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114192565585506772" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114192565585506772" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/03/thrill-of-my-first-anal-toy-experience.html" rel="alternate" title="The Thrill of My First Anal Toy Experience" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-114064089509432905</id><published>2006-02-22T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:41:35.106-06:00</updated><title type="text">Playtime</title><summary type="text">It was a quiet rainy day outside and inside I was in my bedroom trying on some of my new sexy nighties.  As I tried on each of them the temperature in the room just seemed to be getting hotter and hotter by the second.  I danced around in front of the mirror in many styles of nighties but my favorite was this black and red one that you can see through.  I was in front of the mirror and couldn?t </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/114064089509432905/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/114064089509432905?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="8 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114064089509432905" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/114064089509432905" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/02/playtime.html" rel="alternate" title="Playtime" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113780695711379550</id><published>2006-01-20T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:29:17.183-06:00</updated><title type="text">The Plane Ride</title><summary type="text">It was late in the night as I sat there in the waiting area waiting on them to call my flight. There were a few other people waiting but one caught my eye.  A guy that was sitting two rows over reading a newspaper. He looked in his mid 30s had dark hair built pretty tight. I thought to myself what I could do to that. As I kept glancing his way I seen him glancing to the side of his newspaper </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113780695711379550/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113780695711379550?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="7 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113780695711379550" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113780695711379550" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/plane-ride.html" rel="alternate" title="The Plane Ride" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113771690914206195</id><published>2006-01-19T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:28:29.193-06:00</updated><title type="text">The Cabbin</title><summary type="text">It was a cold day in October when I decided to do something special for the man of my dreams.  so when I showed up at his office with a blindfold in my hand and asked him to take the rest of the day off he was shocked and tryed his hardest to get out of it but with me rubbing his cock and kissing him he knew I was up to something really hot. So he took the rest of the day off. I let him get out </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113771690914206195/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113771690914206195?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113771690914206195" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113771690914206195" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/cabbin.html" rel="alternate" title="The Cabbin" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113753172207551315</id><published>2006-01-17T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T16:08:11.930-06:00</updated><title type="text">The Dirty House Cleaner</title><summary type="text"> It was just another Monday morning. I took the kids to school, came back home and had to clean the messy house. "Not my day.", I thought, "I would rather have some hot guy come over here and fuck the hell out of me.". But it seemed I was out of luck on that morning. Everyone I called, was at work. So I started cleaning with all those dirty thoughts going through my head. Like me sitting on the </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113753172207551315/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113753172207551315?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113753172207551315" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113753172207551315" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/dirty-house-cleaner.html" rel="alternate" title="The Dirty House Cleaner" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113743855237444035</id><published>2006-01-16T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T03:09:29.350-06:00</updated><title type="text">Savanah's Pizza Place</title><summary type="text">It was a hot summer day. At that time I worked as cook at "Pizza Place". There was this hot guy. I watched him from the kitchen. He came every day for lunch. Always at 12. I knew exactly what he would order and never waited on him to prepare his meal. I was the head cook of course, so I didn't have to wait on anyone. Anyway. Everytime I saw that guy, I imagined sitting in front of him with my </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113743855237444035/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113743855237444035?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743855237444035" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743855237444035" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/savanahs-pizza-place.html" rel="alternate" title="Savanah's Pizza Place" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113743819767214831</id><published>2006-01-16T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T13:21:12.093-06:00</updated><title type="text">Wanna take a Ride</title><summary type="text">You and me in the car. On the highway. You're driving. I'm just sitting there, listening to some music, looking out the window and can't stop thinking about how horny I am: "Oh, how bad I want to touch my pussy right now.". I look over at you to tell you how horny I am, how bad I want to play with my pussy. As you drive the car, you can't say anything. You just adjust yourself in your seat as I </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113743819767214831/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113743819767214831?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743819767214831" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743819767214831" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/wanna-take-ride.html" rel="alternate" title="Wanna take a Ride" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113743797676487482</id><published>2006-01-16T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:40:28.876-06:00</updated><title type="text">At a Friend's House</title><summary type="text">I was at a friends house staying the night and I was laying on the couch when I heard her and her husband maken out.  It turned me on so much.  They kept the door open so I could watch and heareverything. I think they wanted me to join but didnt ask.  So I watched them maken out as I sat there rubbing myself damn I was getting very wet.  He was going down on her and all I could think of is my </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113743797676487482/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113743797676487482?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="12 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743797676487482" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743797676487482" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-friends-house.html" rel="alternate" title="At a Friend's House" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113743752824854898</id><published>2006-01-16T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:51:42.470-06:00</updated><title type="text">Reading a Book</title><summary type="text">I was in my room sitting on the bed reading a book yeah me read I was thinking the same thing but it was not just any book it was a porno. I was getting really hot just thinking about how this girl was getting fucked in her ass and giving head to another guy just turned me on I was getting very wet so while still reading my book I began to play with my pussy as I placed my hand down thier and </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113743752824854898/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113743752824854898?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743752824854898" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743752824854898" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/reading-book.html" rel="alternate" title="Reading a Book" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113743713271965628</id><published>2006-01-16T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:31:35.943-06:00</updated><title type="text">What I want for Christmas</title><summary type="text">Well I decided what I want for christmas. I would like a few toys for christmas. I open them sitting there in my nighty on christmas day. I get so excited showing my toy to my friends that is there with me. Opening gifts both of them ask do you know how to use one of them ? I said hmmm.. lets see I put the batteries in like this and then I twist this. Its on as I start sucking on it as they watch</summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113743713271965628/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113743713271965628?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743713271965628" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743713271965628" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-i-want-for-christmas.html" rel="alternate" title="What I want for Christmas" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113743639724533021</id><published>2006-01-16T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T16:16:47.276-06:00</updated><title type="text">Taken a Trip to the Mall</title><summary type="text">I would like to go walking in the mall after christmas. When there is several shoppers all around. Let me decide a shop that I want to go into and try on a nice pair of pants when the lady lets me in to try the pants on. I open the door and let you in. After I let you in. There is mirrors all around us I begin to kiss you softly then make my way to your neck slowly lifting your shirt feeling your</summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113743639724533021/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113743639724533021?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743639724533021" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743639724533021" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/taken-trip-to-mall.html" rel="alternate" title="Taken a Trip to the Mall" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21058046.post-113743479624393455</id><published>2006-01-16T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:15:08.883-05:00</updated><title type="text">Welcome to my Home</title><summary type="text">Welcome to my home page my name is Alicia I am a single mother of 2 and live in Illinois. I am very single and still looking for my king. If there is one out there . I have a very creative mind and love to write what I think so if you read something on here you dont like please feel free to say somethingon the other hand if you see something you do like please comment on that also.As for me I </summary><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/feeds/113743479624393455/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/21058046/113743479624393455?isPopup=true" rel="replies" title="7 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743479624393455" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21058046/posts/default/113743479624393455" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://savanahrose.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-to-my-home.html" rel="alternate" title="Welcome to my Home" type="text/html"/><author><name>Savanah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06626207383610284799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9Ns_i07c514mIm555BXXeoVziHAuDn8WsqN0FGNXyiB2GK_HfMvIbJOEzfxa2r4VDZ1qQ8wY685ejO15DqLUoGF3Xm5mKbpmHoFMeq5CSw9UDDoDNXQo4cyJ2Bu-l4w/s220/DSCF1450.JPG" width="32"/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>