I never thought I would do something like this, but I’m desperate. Since grade school, I’ve had a crush on one man, and though he loves me, it’s only as a friend. My feelings are anything but platonic. If he knew I had my first solo sexual experience thinking of him, would he desire me, or hate me?

Walking through the streets of New Orleans with my best friend, Hayden, this was supposed to be a quick getaway for us. Both of us love to explore cemeteries, and well, the Big Easy has some of the best. My little secret was one that I needed to do on my own. A specialty shop in town claims to have the right potion to put a spell on the one you love and make him return the feelings. The moment I read that in an advertisement, I knew I had to try it. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Plus, I’m desperate. Hayden told me he likes some girl we work with, and the pang of jealousy is intense.

“Hayden, how about you head back to the room while I grab up something for my mom? I know you hate shopping, and I promised her a gift.” I said, by lashes batting at him.

Hayden looked disgusted at my attempt to flirt. That poor boy was clueless about the things I would do to get him.

“Yeah, but stop doing that shit with your eyes. You look like you’re having a stroke,” Hayden said as he walked back to the hotel room.

As I slipped into a little shop, the most famous one in New Orleans, my skin prickled with fear and intrigue. The smell of the place an aphrodisiac. I couldn’t help but touch everything. Bright packages with mysterious ingredients, I am sure they were there for the tourists to find. Oddly enough, I felt more at home inside of that shop than I did in my own skin. Maybe there is a little bit of magic in the air tonight, or I’m just as crazy as everyone else and bought into the lure of the unknown.

“Can I help you?” said the saleswoman.

Looking over, I admired her immediately. She dressed in all black, her long raven hair cascading in curls to frame what had to be the most beautiful face that I have ever seen. She was stunning.

“Oh Uhm, I was looking for something, well, I don’t know to be honest. I want someone to want me, and I read that you have things like that?” I whispered, almost ashamed.

The woman reached out, took my hand, and led me to the corner of the shop. On the table in front of me, she had one of those bowls with the grinder inside. Dumping a little of this, and a lot of that, she smiled and hummed the entire time. I was scared to say a word and break her concentration, but something inside me wanted to know what each ingredient was. As she crushed the contents, I knew some things are better unsaid. The potion being one of them.

“This is very powerful. Only a pinch is needed, and you can place it in food or drink. Please be warned, if you use this, I am not responsible for the outcome,” said the saleswoman as she handed it to me. “No charge, use this with a good heart, and you shall see positive results.

Hours later, with a beer in Hayden’s hand and a glass of wine in mine, I watched as he drank the amber fluid, almost too fast. I wondered if he could taste it?

“You look nice tonight?” Hayden said,

Looking around, I pointed to myself, shocked, but the smile gave away my happiness. Was it working? Or was this just fate? “Thank you. Are you ill?” laughing nervously. My confidence around other men is excellent. Why not Hayden?

As Hayden leaned in, his lips resting on the shell of my ear, he whispered what I had waited a lifetime to hear. “I want to taste you, all of you,” he said. His breath on my lobe sent shivers up and down my spine. Never in my entire life as anyone made me almost cum by words alone.

I took no chances after he confessed that sin. Sitting our drinks on the table, I pulled him closer to the bed, laying back to allow him what he wanted. I spread my legs, and my skirt inched up slightly to allow him the view of his New Orleans dinner.

No sooner had I closed my eyes did I feel his mouth brushing up my thighs in feather touches. God damn, I knew this was a dream. Don’t be a fucking dream; it was all I could pray. His lips to mine, I squealed the moment he kissed me in the most intimate way possible. Hayden wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me forward to allow his mouth to devour the honey that seeped from between my sealed lips. Growling against my pussy, he pulled up with a devilish smirk, giving me a hint of things to come.

“Did you think you needed to put a spell on me? I’ve wanted you since the day we met,” Hayden laughed.

I couldn’t stop from cumming, my pussy covering him with my secret potion made just for him.

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Her body alive with a million fluttering butterflies, she didn’t turn down the offer to join him in his room for a late night drink. It was the looks from the staff and other diners that lightened her step and increased her confidence. Young in age, she knew that after tonight, she would never look at that innocent girl in the mirror again. Daddy Brian would take her on a ride that so many desired but never ventured. 

Another step across the threshold, this time his hand rested on the small of her back guiding her in. Both of them know that when that door closes, something will change between them. An awakening.

“So, tell me more about your life at home? Have you lived with your father alone for a long time?” he asked, fishing for a deeper confession. 

She stood in front of the large pane of glass that looked out over the pool area, touching the window to brace herself before speaking. A quick shiver traveling up her spine, she knew he was wanting her to spill the truth, but would he understand? 

“Since I was in grade school it’s just been the two of us. Sure, I see my mother once a year, but that’s enough for me. She isn’t the nicest woman on the planet,” she laughed. 

Brian took it all in, she was holding something back and he knew it. She lit up when she talked about her father, but not her mother. Maybe she was the cause of the divorce between her parents. Was it guilt that put the hesitation in her voice, or was it the need for her fathers attention? 

“Anyways, enough about that, what about you? I was told that this is the first time here without your daughter. Are you two close?” she asked, her voice whimsical. She knew they were because of the stories the staff told, but would he tell her the real truth? What if this was the room he always booked. Adinna wondered for a moment if they laid on that gray couch that took up most of the room and enhanced their bond. Again, curiosity was getting the best of her. 

She turned from the view, watching Daddy Brian as she walked across, taking the very seat that her mind told her the girl sat. She wanted to know, to feel, and maybe even to cause even more rumors to spin around the hotel. By morning she could be the next person the staff whispered about. It didn’t scare her. She was too intrigued to leave. 

“She couldn’t make it this time. A prior commitment, but she calls me every night to make me miss her,” he laughed. 

Adinna listened, stiffening when he told her that his daughter missed him. How could she not, but then again, here she was with him. Would he tell his daughter about the girl by the pool? Or lie and say he spent the trip alone? They might have just met, but she could tell this man didn’t hold back anything from anyone. He was proud of his accomplishments. On any other day she might be friends with the girl. That could prove to be dangerous for all. 

On the couch the world around them stopped. It was confession time. One little tidbit at a time. Something about Brian was safe. He wouldn’t judge her.

Reaching out, he placed a loving hand on her lower thigh. Just leaving it there to see how she reacted to touch. Adinna didn’t disappoint. Her body relaxed, smile softened, and she seemed to suddenly have a warm glow about her. She was at home and didn’t even realize the carnal intentions of the man next to her. 

“Has your father brought you to a place like this yet?” he asked. 

Her eyes lit up with a million stars dancing in the darkness. He had once brought her away on vacation, just the two of them at a place where no one knew who and what they were. 

“Once. We went to a little resort in Costa Rica. He had a private beach for us and a bungalow away from the other tourists,” she blushed.

His curiosity now peeked, he knew there was something she was holding back. She was the perfect little baby girl for an older daddy such as himself.

“Tell me more. I would love to know how you two express your love for one another,” he said.

She twisted her fingers in the hem of her dress, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip. Never once had she spoken the words she was about to say, but something about him felt right. 

“You know, hugging, touching, like you do I suppose,” she whispered. 

Had she said too much? Adinna feared upsetting others, that’s why it was always a secret she kept so close to her heart. 

“He has me, you know,” she looked at the crotch of his pants, “Make him feel nice.”

They hadn’t crossed the line and fully had sex yet, but she knew it was a matter of time and it scared her. What if, god, too many what if moments stood in her way of finding true happiness. 

Brian smiles, reaching out to stop her from putting a hole in her gown. Her embarrassment was beautiful on her. 

“There is nothing wrong, baby girl. Daddy’s love their girls so deeply that they want to make sure they always feel special,” he said. 

With her hand resting in his, he allowed her to see the softer side of him. The one the hotel staff knew nothing about. They assumed he was a dirty old man, and in ways he was, but still, he loved his baby girls the way a man should. Fully, and with intense emotional release.

Ready for another part? Keep your eyes open. It’s only starting.

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The sun kisses her smooth, caramel-toned skin as she lounges by the poolside, the turquoise water shimmering behind her. Her long, curly hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the light like silk. She wears a sleek, jet-black swimsuit that highlights her radiant beauty. A golden anklet glistens as she dips her toes into the cool water, laughter dancing in her warm brown eyes. Sipping a fruity cocktail, she leans back, basking in the tropical breeze. The palm trees sway gently, framing her elegance like a masterpiece. Confidence and grace radiate from her, turning heads effortlessly in this paradise retreat.

As her glasses dipped down, she noticed him. How could she not. Tall, handsome, and confident, the man at the bar seemed to know everyone. A quick trace of her tongue over her bottom lip, the ebony beauty was intrigued. Leaning over the bar, the female bartender whispered in his ear. What was she saying? God, why did she even care? She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about the older male that pulled the young girl in like a moth to the flame.

“Can I get you another drink?” the waitress asked.

Snapped back to reality, the beauty stretched out, ordering a fruity drink from the menu before devising her plan to learn more about that man.

“Hey, who is he?” she asked.

Looking at the bar, the waitress snickered. It wasn’t the first time someone asked about him. Hell, if she had a dollar each time a young girl wanted to know something, she could take a day off.

“Daddy Brian?” she laughed. “I mean, his name is Brian,” she smiled.

A chill radiated over her body. Did the woman call him daddy? She was sure she heard that right, but wouldn’t push it. Not yet at least.

“So, I assume he’s a regular here?” she asked.

Sitting the drink down, the waitress looked over to the bar, her voice lowering a bit, “He is, but this is the first time without his daughter. I’m kind of surprised actually.”

Adinna was curious, but cautious at the same time. She didn’t want to scare the waitress with all the questions, but the older white man seemed to be getting under her skin. The reference to daddy only made it worse. She held that part of her life closed off and tucked away from anyone.

“Daughter? Is she young?” she asked.

“About your age,” the waitress now whispered. “I will be back,” she added.

As the waitress walked away, Adinna watched and waited. Her finger tracing around the rim of the glass, without knowing she slipped it in her mouth, sucking the sweetness from the tip. It wasn’t until the man she was watching noticed did she become excitedly uncomfortable. His smirk said it all, but holding up his drink to cheers her across the pool made the warmth inside of her apparent. Whatever this man was brought a rush of memories back to the young girl. Ones so taboo that the tip of her tongue stung as a warning that some secrets are better left unsaid.

“Brian, the man at the bar sent you a drink. He said,” the waitress giggled, “You look as though you might need something to cool you down. The heat is terrible today.”

Adinna’s hand shook as she took the glass, wanting to know everything about the man. She hoped the waitress could keep a secret and not tell him she asked so many personal questions.

“Tell me about his daughter,” she whispered.

Exhaling, the waitress turned her head away from the bar, her voice low as to not be heard. “She is stunning. Your exact coloring. They play all day at the pool, laughing, touching, but never anything to cause alarm. It’s the night time that tells the real stories. The sounds that come from the young girls room,” she said.

Called away again, the waitress scurried away, she knew she was revealing far too much. The entire staff knew that something was happening. At night Daddy Brian and the young girl would venture into the hotel club to dance, but the girl always wore clothing no father would approve of. Dancing the night away with older men, the young girl always kept her daddy in her line of sight. Her body promiscuous, but her mind, she fed Daddy Brian with every thrust upon those older male guests of the resort.

Watching from the bar, Brian knew he was the center of the conversation between the young girl and the waitress. The way that sensual little minx traced her finger on the glass, and her sienna colored eyes followed him had him intrigued. He was sure the staff at the resort knew about most of his activities, but how much did they really know? If the walls of the hotel room could talk, they would be shocked.

Sunlit Seduction

Finishing her shift, the waitress grabbed a drink, sitting poolside with the young girl. She knew the girl wanted to know more, but on the clock she really needed to be careful. Guest secrets were never to be spilled. Well, until now.

“I’m Mila, by the way. If I let something slip about a guest, please just keep it between us. I can tell that Daddy Brian has his eyes on you,” laughed the waitress, stretching her long legs out on a lounge.

Adinna laughed, her eyes still drawn to the man at the bar. He had sent over two drinks so far, so he knew there was something brewing between the two.

“Tell me, I know there is something more?” she asked.

Exhaling, the waitress sipped her drink before talking. “Well, the staff has said that at night they hear sounds coming from their room. You know, sounds! Plus the room cleaners have found evidence that someone is having taboo delights in their room.”

Adinna chewed her bottom lip as she listened to the confession of the waitress. All of it makes her slender young body warm with need. She had her secrets, maybe some of them the same, but this was the first time someone said them out loud. It made what she was feeling for years so much more real.

“So, they’re having ….sex?” Adinna whispered.

Shrugging, the waitress couldn’t deny or confirm it, but she knew, they all knew the truth.

“I have to go. Be careful what you wish for,” Mila winked before walking away.

Before she could thank her for talking, Brian took her place in the lounge. Stretching out his body, he watched the young kitten like a lion waiting to pounce. The hunger in his eyes from her scent caused his eyes to close and a long inhale savored. She smelled like suntan lotion and his favorite caramel candies. He could almost taste one melting on his tongue. Such a burst of sweet cream that caused a moment of silence between the two. When he arrived at the resort alone he was hungry for something, but now, he was salivating as he waited to get his first taste.

“Well then, it’s about time you allowed time for me,” Brian said.

His voice smooth, low, and seductive, Brian couldn’t get enough of this girl. Something about her told him the stories they could write together would be a masterpiece of sin. He wasn’t much for small talk, but for now, he would indulge. She was worth his time and interest.

“Sorry, were you waiting for me?” she said, her voice filled with anticipation.

“You could say that. I guess, I knew that you needed company tonight,” he replied.

She was flustered at his assumptions, but knew that he was right. She had waited forever to confess things that were growing deep within her core. Twisting the corner of her towel tight, she watched the man who the staff called Daddy and felt her heart race with anticipation. Would he invite her to his room? God, what if he did?

“How did you know that, Da…. Brian?” she asked.

His chuckle painted the picture of the day. He knew right away she wanted to call him Daddy. Most younger women did, and he loved every minute of it. Truth be told he felt himself twitch wondering if her bikini bottoms were getting wet.

“I’ll tell you at dinner tonight. Wear something pretty for me, baby girl,” he said.

Handing the young one a card with his room number on it, Brian excused himself to pay the bar tab and retire to his room for a bit. He wasn’t tired. His hope was she would stew in her own juices for a bit and sexually suffer a bit before joining him.

Along Came A Spider

Your gaze, a spark upon my skin,
A silent promise, warm within.
Your breath, a ghost against my ear,
A whispered pull, so dark, so near.

Fingers trace like liquid gold,
A touch that burns, a tale untold.
Lips that hover, tempt, deny,
A game we play with smoldered sighs.

Night surrenders to your heat,
A rhythm slow, a pulse so sweet.
No words are left, just aching space,
A dance of want, a tangled chase.

Come closer now, let silence speak,
And taste the hunger lovers seek.

As the sun kissed the moon good night and disappeared into the sea, Adinna stood in front of a full length mirror. Her dress the palest shade of blue and clung to every inch of her frame. Breast small, but enough for a mouthful, it was the curve that defined her ass that drove men wild. She was the type of girl that got attention whether she tried or not. Her body was extraordinary. As she brushed her hands down the front of her dress, chills radiated like a blanket over her body. Would she find out the secret behind the noises the staff whispered about, or would she be another story for them to tell? Either way, she needed to find out. Curiosity was getting the best of the young girl.

Perched atop a luxury beach resort, this stunning penthouse offers breathtaking panoramic ocean views. A soft knock on the door brought Brian back to reality. He had spent the last 20 minutes watching the ocean darken, thinking about the new baby girl he met earlier at the pool. Something about her oozed innocence, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. She was hiding something deep and dark. Grinning like the Cheshire cat when he heard the knock, his mouth already salivated and he hadn’t tasted her yet. He had something the young didn’t. Patience.

She waited, wondering about the other side of that door. Would she find all the answers she sought, or would he confirm that her own desires were as shocking as his? Time would tell, but as the door opened, her heart fluttered. He was tall, handsome, and defined. It was at that moment that the difference in the color of their skin intoxicated her. She was the color of warm caramel and him, he was a vanilla delight. Something about the two seemed to blend well together.

“Come in, baby girl. I’ve been waiting,” he said.

As though a little spider crawled up her spine, waves of chills caused her breath to catch in the back of her throat. He was baiting her with words and she was dripping wet with each one revealed. “I hope this is what you meant by dressing nice for dinner?” she asked, spinning slowly in the doorway. The threshold between the hall and the room loomed in front of her. Once she crossed it, would there be a point of no return?

He watched her, his smile curling to one side. She looked delicious and anticipating that first taste made him stop and think of his words before speaking. 

“Baby girl, you could wear a sack and still look good. I approve,” he said. 

Savor The Night

Though the air was thick with need, and he knew the moment she took the first step into his room he could have her. That wasn’t him though. A game of cat and mouse would always win out with him. He wanted to be famished when he took her. Right now, he wanted a taste, but waiting was half the fun. Plus, it was time to make half the men in the resort beg for her attention. Brian loved the idea of having what others craved. 

Her eyes sparked with wonder as she watched the man. His body language spoke volumes. He was confident with his movements, striding across the room with almost an air of arrogance. Her breaths were sharp and fast, her body shook at his scent. 

“Thank you. Are we eating here, or?” she quivered as she spoke.

He laughed, holding out his arm for her. Of course they would be dining out. He wanted to show off his newest possession, plus, getting to know her a little better had the tip of his tongue twitching. 

Reaching for her arm, the older man lace it protectively with his. Would people think she was his baby girl? Or would they assume the white man is escorting a beautiful Nubian Princess for the evening. Either way, she will be calling him Daddy Brian by the end of the evening. He knew that the moment she showed up at his hotel room. She might be young, but she wasn’t stupid. She had to know he wanted her in all the filthiest of ways. 

The hotel, a 5 star resort, held a table for the man without reservation, seating the couple the moment they arrived. Seated in a corner table, she could feel the heat of male and females unable to keep their prying eyes off of them. Ordering drinks the moment they arrived, Brian ordered his usual, and a Shirley Temple for his baby girl. She was old enough to drink there, but he loved the thoughts of otherwise. 

“Sweetheart, tell me about yourself. I want to hear everything about you,” he said.

Wiggling for a moment in her seat, her light brown hues took him in. Never in a million years did she expect to be sitting across the table from this man tonight. Her hands in her lap, fidgeting, she bit her bottom lip at what to say. 

“There is not a lot to say. It’s my first trip away from home by myself. My father is a bit protective over me, and my mother left a few years ago,” she said. “I have a younger sister, but she’s with my mom,” she added.

The moment she mentioned living with her father, he wondered why? Most girls stay with the mom, so why not her? His head spun as he played out all the reasons in his mind. 

“Are you close with your father,” he asked, reaching for her hand.

She slid her hand in his, their skin so different, yet it was a beautiful contrast. Brushing the back of her hand with his thumb in a fatherly manner, his intentions were anything but honorable. There was a familiar throbbing in his groin, but he liked it that way. The need was a welcomed relief and intensified his anticipation.

“Very close. He is a good man,” she whispered, her throat parched.

Grabbing the drink as the waitress sat it down, Adinna savored the cool sweetness. What was it about this man that made her want to confess unspoken words to him? Closing her eyes for a moment, her pulse finally settling to a normal pace, she collected thoughts before continuing.

“I love it just being the two of us. When my mother was there, she was very unhappy that I am a daddy’s girl. My sister is the opposite. She clings to my mother as though she is still connected at the tit,” she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. 

Brian smirked, leaning over the table to whisper against her ear. His lips barely touched the slender shell, “Shhh you look stunning with a blush to your cheeks. You’re making daddy throb.”

Both oblivious to the glances of strangers. Women sulking as the men they dined with couldn’t keep their eyes off the young girl. There was something magnetic about the way she laughed. Almost infectious. A few of those men would get a stern talking to later, but it would be worth it. When you see a one in a million woman, you embrace it. 

She leaned back in her chair as though all air left the room. Was he giving her permission to call him daddy? God, she hoped so. It would be in the way she had hoped to use it for many years, but never dared. Everything she wanted was suddenly happening, all of it coming to be, but she was ready for it? 

Eyes locked, neither saw the waiter standing next to the table until he spoke. They were too lost in the moment to even care what others thought.

“Your order, Sir?” he asked. 

Brian ordered for the both of them, smirking at the girl when he told the waiter to bring his daughter another drink. It was the look on her face and the wiggle in her seat that gave indication that by the end of the evening she would beg for daddy to take every inch of that beautiful young body.

Dinner came and went, the staff paying special attention to the table. They knew the man well, and what he needed. Without asking they brought a tray of seasonal fruit, all sweet and picked to perfection. It was his signature dessert, plus, sweet things in,  cause sweet things to come out. There was a method to his madness and tonight when he nestled himself between those creamy thighs all the secrets she held so deep would spill into his mouth. 

Brian waited until the waiter left to bring a slice of the pineapple to her lips. Holding it on the bottom one, he traced the outline of the soft pillow, staining her lips with a light glaze. 

“Bite it, now!” he said

Adinna bit down on the pineapple, a burst of sweet seduction flooded her mouth. There was nothing in her world that compared to the erotic pleasure she was about to receive. She truly was innocent to the devious ways of the older man. His experience and her untapped hive could prove to be mind blowing to all involved. 

Bite after bite, he fed her the fruit, making sure to dribble a bit down her chin. In closed settings he would lap her clean, but here, he took satisfaction in seeing the tiny trial of sweetness on her face.

Are you ready for part 2? It’s coming very soon. 

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Below is the questions asked, and the results.

Hair

Black: 50%

Brunette 20%

Redhead 10%

Blonde 20%

Tits

A 25%

B 30%

C 30%

D 15%

Weight

95-110 – 20%

110-150 – 60%

150-200 – 15%

200+ 5%

Height

This was to broad to pick. Most said from 5 ft to 6 ft.

Shaved/Bald

No hair – 15%

Bush – 85%

Dominate/submissive

Most agreed that a dominate/aggressive woman would be their preference.

Are you surprised? I can honestly say that I am a little surprised. When we think of the All American woman most would say busty, blonde, with a tiny waist and a big butt. As you can see, that wasn’t the response with the men that I questioned.

According to Vocal Media the list of perfect women include:

Kim Jai-Soo

Zendaya

Deepika Padukone

Bella Hadid

Hande Eurcel

Gal Gadot

Margot Robbie

Emma Watson

Priyanka Chopra Jonas

Lily Collins

My ideal of the perfect woman is a little different than these, though all are beautiful. If I had to choose one woman that to me was the most outstanding in looks, it would be Vivien Leigh. Her beauty was unmatched, but it was her sass that really sunk me. In the role of Scarlet O’Hara she was a force to be reckoned with. Mouth, brash, and knew how to drive a man wild. Those eyes could melt the soul, but the wickedness behind them was devastating.

In all honesty, is there really a perfect woman? No, but some will still take your breath away and frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!

For fun I asked AI to make me the perfect woman using a generator. What do you think?

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Since the beginning of time, the fight between good and evil has been prevalent in the Catholic church. Most of it swept under the rug, well, until recent years. With the uncovering of molestation, the entire religion took a brutal hit from the believers and the non-believers—most of them taking a step back until the world moved on to its next conflict. The Catholic church is now under investigation for the sexual contact between Priests and young male parishioners. At Sacred Heart, that is only the tip of the iceberg where the abuse begins and ends.

Vanessa knew the moment she walked into the small chapel where the Nuns prayed she was in for the fight of her life. Someone opened the doors for the Devil and offered a soul to take. A young nun in exchange for a large amount of cash. What is one life when you have twenty more waiting to take her place?

As she entered the small foyer, the first thing Vanessa noticed was the aromatic scent of smoke. Not incense, but cigar smoke. It was pungent and burned her nose the moment she shut the oversized wooden door. There is no smoking allowed on the church grounds, and this was a place not accessible to anyone but the church staff. Heaven forbid, a Priest was not polluting himself with something as vile as smoking a cigar.

“Hello?” she called out. The doors to the main chapel opened only a crack. “You can’t smoke in here? It’s a church,” Vanessa added. As she stood frozen in place, the sound of a male clearing his throat came from the other side of the door. There was someone in there.

“Come in here, Sister,” the voice called out.

Vanessa stood for a moment. She knew the moment she opened the door, she would come face to face with the evilest being. Were the bowels of hell on the other side of the door and the scent she smelled flesh burning from the souls he stole? Or had someone made their way off the streets and ended up in the chapel? Was the voice the fear that she felt rushing through her veins, or was the male a temptation she could never resist? The questions boggled her mind with not only fear, but curiosity. To be lured to the other side of the wall is a test of faith and willpower. At 18, Vanessa was weak in both areas.

“Sister, you will do as I say,” he called out again. A soft tap of fingertips on the polished wood inside the chapel echoed out into the front of the building. The man is losing patience, and though unknown to the young nun, that is the last thing she wants to happen. An idle mind is the Devil’s playground, and though this man lives on the topside of the earth, his connections to hell run deep.

Vanessa slowly advanced, the tips of her fingers tapping on the doorknob. It’s something you do when you fear fire on the other side of the wall. Noticing it was cool, she slipped inside the room, not bothering to open the door any farther. Her petite frame allowed her to glide in without effort. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the change in light, but when they did, she noticed the man sitting at the front of the church. A billow of smoke rising from his lips. He sat there like a King without a crown.

“You can’t smoke in here. The Mother Superior strictly forbids anyone other than members of the church in this portion of the grounds. I can show you to the other church if you wish,” she spoke in a meek voice.

A loud burst of laughter radiated from the front of the church as the male ashed his cigar on the carpet of the old building. His eyes never diverted from the young nun who graced him with her presence. He knew she was attractive, but this girl had the face of an angel, and he was sure that under that bullshit the church forced her to wear, she was exquisite. He could almost taste the honey that poured from her core. Surely, he could smell her cunt through each layer of clothing.

“I can assure you that your Mother Superior has no reason to punish me for smoking here. She’s busy sucking the dick of the Bishop right now, so let’s leave her be, okay?” said the male. As he lifted his cigar to his lips again, she noticed the ring on his finger. Unable to make it out, Vanessa knew that was something special. Maybe this man was not the Devil after all, but then again, was he a wolf in sheep’s clothing? “Come forward and pray for me, sister. I am a sinner, and you need to ask God to forgive me for my indiscretions,” he laughed. Snapping his fingers to get her attention, he pointed to the ground in front of him where he sat.

“Down on your knees. You will take communion from me today,” he smirked.

Vanessa shook her head back and forth, her knees trembling as she advanced, “Please don’t ask this of me. I can’t do this.”

Sitting up, he pulled his zipper down, removing his flaccid cock from his pants. “Get on your fucking knees before I rip the back of your throat out with the head of my dick!”

Tears pouring down her cheeks, Vanessa advanced to kneel between the legs of the man, her eyes on his cock. She knew he intended to hurt her, and she feared the pain that came from within his soul. As Vanessa wrapped her hand tight with the rosary, the young nun moved in, her tongue slithering up the thick underbelly of his massive member. If he was this large at a soft stage, she knew when his erection raged on that she would taste blood in her mouth. Nothing about this man hinted at being loving and sensual.

Using the hand that held the cigar, he wrapped his fingers in the back of her veil. He slowly pushed her mouth down on his dick, not stopping until her warm oral cavity fully engulfed the semi-hard member. A soft growl and his hips pushed up to force the young nun to whimper for air. “Suck my cock, you fucking whore. Suck my dick for Jesus,” he laughed, releasing his hand only to ash the cigar in the middle of her back. His hand quickly went back to the veil she wore, holding it tight as his balls smacked her chin.

Gargles of saliva in her throat, Vanessa felt the tears pouring down her cheeks. She was gagging and choking when his cock reached the full erection, suddenly tasting the copper as it poured down her throat. He had no mercy on the young girl. As her nostrils flared, she fought for each breath she took, not knowing if that would be her last.

Grunting with every thrust, the male pulled back, leaning down to spit on her saliva-covered face. “In the name of God, forgive this little fucking slut for taking the seed of someone other than her husband,” he growled, pushing her head back down in his dick. Three more thrusts and the cum spilled from the head of his dick, ropes of heat flooding her throat. He would not stop until his balls once again sagged with relief.

Pouring from her mouth and nose, the semen of from man stained Vanessa with unbearable heat. Falling back, the young Nun lay on the chapel floor, her eyes fixed at dilated on the stained glass of the ceiling. Were the figure etched in glass laughing at her, or praising her for a job well done?

The male stood and pushed his cock back into the confines of his tailored slacks. As he hovered over the young nun, he pinched the cigar to collect up some of the ash with one finger. Leaning down, he placed the cross on her head with the soot, smirking. “I’ll make my donation on the way out. It was a good prayer session, Sister.”

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Everyone whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?

His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophy from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

“Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth wet for him. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

“May I?” she whispered.

“May you, what?” he laughed.

“Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

“Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be ripped from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

“Umf,” he muttered.

Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

“No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

H reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

“Bitch, do you choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

“No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust causing him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flare as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

“Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the oversensitive head of his cock.

“Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

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Settled down for the night, the coolness of the winter air brought out the big blankets. Living by the beach was ten to twenty degrees cooler than inland, but tonight a layer of fog added to it. There is a place where you’re not quite awake, but sleep hasn’t consumed you yet. When the loud sound of the door opened, I knew this was just another night terror. As much as I would try to work my way out, there was always something dragging me deeper.

 I was startled, sitting up and looking through the smoke that now filled my bedroom, leaving me confused and bewildered. Standing in the frame of the door was the most ungodly sight. Eight feet tall, the man’s skin not human it looked as though there were scales like a dragon instead of flesh.

 “Get out,” I screamed.

 “Not yet,” he said, grabbing my ankles, yanking me from the bed, “You’ll need to come with me. I have a bet to settle.”

 I screamed, my heart raced like a freight train coming down the tracks. I wanted out of this dream before something terrible happened. “What the fuck are you doing? Leave me alone,” I screamed as my ass hit the floor, and I was drug through the open door. Nail marks would be the breadcrumbs left on the floor. I dug so deep that I knew I would never get those scratches out of the wood. Why was I even worried when for all I knew, I would never come back? When the Devil comes knocking at your door, you better believe that’s your final moving day.

 It was the smell of fire that hit me first. Well, that, and his hands. His digits long and slender, they clawed into my flesh with a vice-like grip. Even if I tried to break free, there was no way I would be able to get out of his clutches. He was hundreds of pounds heavier, and his strength that of ten men.

 The descent into hell seemed as though it took a lifetime, every horrible thing I had ever done passing before my eyes. I never wanted to remember some of the memories, but this wasn’t for me. It was a bet, but between who, and why me? All I wanted to do was get a good night’s sleep, and this happened.

 Screaming skulls staked to the wall, the rancid arms reaching out to grab me as I fell. God help me, please let this be a dream. If I’m dead, incinerate me rather than send me to the bowels of the earth. I don’t care what the bet was. There was no way this was a good thing for me.

 I hit the ground hard, my ass plopping down on a bed of rocks, each one piercing into my soft ivory flesh. I screamed. It took me a minute to realize it was me who was calling out to God to have mercy on my soul. The laughter of others echoed through the dark cavern. All of the inhabitants amused that I still had hope that a God even existed.

 “Get up,” a female whispered. The woman’s hand in my hair, she yanked me up, pointing me in the male’s direction who stole me from my bed. He now sat on a red crushed velvet throne. The legs of the chair human hands that bled out each time he adjusted himself in the seat. The chair seemed to be alive, but at this point, I questioned nothing. We learned in church that some would find themselves in their own private hell in the end. I could only imagine what the man did who was now an elaborate seat for the demon dweller.

 I teetered on falling. I stood at the base of the rocks, looking up at the man, my mind still wondering what this bet was, and why me. There were no words from me when another male appeared at his side, his body stripped of all its clothing. The first thing I noticed was the enormous cock that hung between his muscular legs. Sure, cock wasn’t a new sight to me, but I had never seen anything like this. Nor did I ever want to. The veins on his manhood almost pulsating the moment he saw me standing before him. God help me, what was this bet?

 As he would later tell me, the Devil bet this man that there was no way I could deep throat his cock. The man was sure that I could, and if I did, he would get a second chance at life. Is this how this shit works? They always say never to make a deal with the Devil, but I guess no one ever told him what happens if you lost.

 “You WHAT?” I screamed. My eyes never on his face, stared directly at the beast between his legs, pray that I woke from this dream soon.

 “If anyone can do it, you can. The guys down here talk about you when they beat off at night. Everyone says for the best little cocksucker in Los Angeles, to look you up,” he laughed. With his hand on his cock, stroking it, all I could this what was in the hell was he trying to make it bigger? If the man impaled me on that cock he would penetrate my stomach through my mouth.

 I blinked, shaking my head from side to side, “No fucking way. That thing will kill me. I pointed, my finger drew an outline of his cock, gasping when I realized it had to be a foot long.

 The Devil threw his head back, roaring in laughter, as did all his minions that rested by his side. They followed the leader, knowing better than to dismiss anything he said.

 “You don’t think I can do it?” I glared. What the fuck was wrong with me. I argued over whether or not I could deep throat this son of a bitch. Whose bet was this anyway?

 Giddy with excitement, the man could barely wait for the Devil to give him the go-ahead. The minute he did, I regretted it. It seems that it’s been four-hundred years since this man had sex. In hell, they use the earth for their porn. Each of them watching couples fuck while they jack off. The only one allowed to have physical sex is the Devil himself.

 Grabbed from being, I fell to my knees, looking right at the monster cock, almost salivating for a taste. I didn’t want this cock. Why the fuck was my mouth watering for a drink from the man’s dick? My head yanked back. He slapped this thick bulbous head on my lips. A smear of pre-cum glossing my soft pillows, I opened for him without even being asked. A slither of his cock across my tongue, and he pulled back, laughing at the Devil. This man knew that I could take it. If there is one thing I know how to do, it’s take a cock down my throat.

 “Feed me,” I growled. I meant it. There was a craving inside of my stomach that tightened just knowing I would soon gag with every inch the male forced inside of my gulping throat.

 His hand knotted in my strands of golden locked as he pushed into my mouth, letting the head slide slowly over my tongue. I could already taste his fluids. Not sweet, but as hot as the fires of hell. They scorched the flesh on my tongue, causing a whimper to vibrated against the shaft. God, help me. I wanted to take all of him deeper. To have my throat torn from my body and used as a masturbation sleeve for his cock. My eyes sealed shut, tears running down my face, his cock reached the back of my throat. A deep guttural grunt from the man, and he shoved every inch in until his balls rested on my chin. I was choking from lack of air, but none of this concerned the male. He wanted bragging rights and walking the earth again.

 Yanked from his cock, I moved to the table of sacrifice, my body stretched out as my head dangled from the metal surface. It was not cold like I expected. No, it was burning hot, and the smell of my clothing burning repulsed me. Once again, his cock plunged into my throat. One thrust and he was fully engulfed inside of my oral cavity. This time his hand went to my throat, jacking himself off from the outside in.

 “You son of a bitch, she did it,” the Devil screamed.

 Sitting straight up in bed, my hands on my throat as I choked, I don’t know if this was a dream or not, but my clothing smells of burning flesh, and the scratches across my floor will never be repaired.

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“I want to be gang banged and for you to arrange it!”

Not the normal thing you would hear on a Monday morning, but hey, this is his fantasy, not mine. Who am I to deny a man what he has dreamed about all of his adult life. So, I did it. I posted an ad in Grindr. I wanted to see if he got more traffic than the RNC. Doubtful, but I was sure there would be a few guys needing to bust a nut in a wanna be cock whore.

Meet us behind the local Walmart for a cock busting.

What I wanted to say was come participate in getting this slut gang banged, but I didn’t know if that was legal to do. Hell, I am sure a few cops would take a dip in the dirty waters given a chance.

As pretty as a cheap whore on a Saturday night, my “friend” waited for the first one to show up. Remember, this was all his ideal, not mine. I put him in a neon green pair of spandex booty shorts and a crop top. Not normally a cross dresser, he looked out of place. I sat in the car while he leaned against the hood smoking his last cigarette for awhile. The first car pulled up and out came this normal dad looking guy. I could tell right away he was nervous, but that didn’t stop him. Making small talk with my friend, it wasn’t long before my little slut in training was on his knees with his mouth opened wide. God, I love to see a man suck cock.

No sooner had the first one busted than the second arrived. Here we are behind the local Walmart taking deliveries of cum. This one was different though. You could tell he wasn’t going to waste any time. Pushing him over the hood of his car, yanking down the green shorts, and slammed what look like a 9 inch cock into his ass. This was the gang banged sessions that I wanted to see. I have never heard anyone scream so loud when a cock went in as the one I was watching. Every thrust in his ass lifted him a good 6 inches off the ground. Good thing his eyes were closed or he would have noticed the line of cars forming. None of them waiting for the best deals at the Super Store.

Gang Banged bitch dripping cum from all holes.

Two hour later and the new whore couldn’t take anymore. He tapped out, but not until he was dripping cum from all his holes. That walk of shame was epic, but guess who just texted and asked for me to hook him up again this weekend. Happy Labor Day Sex Fest!

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Let’s face it an orgasm makes everyone feel better. Even a bad one is a good one. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Every night, even if I have fucked, I masturbate myself to sleep. For me it’s natural melatonin and I can rest all night. Weird, right? Not when you are an over thinker and can’t turn off your brain. A good orgasm shuts that right off.

I often get asked about what I think about when I masturbate. If I told you that, you would be shocked. It’s not what anyone would think about me, but for me, it does the job. What about you? When you set that scene up in your head, what trips the switch? I would love to know what gets people off when they fly solo.

Have you ever thought that maybe masturbation is better than real sex? Think about it. The only person that you need to give an orgasm is yourself. It’s a selfish concept, but one that I often wonder about. I cum hard all by myself. Sometimes better than when I have to worry about pleasing a partner. Not that I can’t, but I’m greedy. I want all the orgasms for myself.

Don’t deny yourself an orgasm.

So, here’s the challenge. I want to know what you think about when you jack off. Send me all the details of your favorite little kink. The writer in me is interested, but the highly sexual Goddess really wants to know. For me it’s about making all the dreams a reality, if only for a short period of time. Maybe I will tell your story in my next book, but don’t worry, all names will be changed to protect the deviant. I believe that we all have a story to tell, so how about yours? I want all the orgasm details.

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His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophies from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

 “Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

 She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth was wet. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

 “May I?” she whispered.

 “May you, what?” he laughed.

 “Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

 His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

 Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

 As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

 “Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

 Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be torn from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

 He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

 As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

 “Umf,” he muttered.

 Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing it to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

 “No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

 He reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

 “Bitch, do we choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

 “No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

 He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust caused him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

 Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flared as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

 “Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

 He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the over sensitive head of his cock.

 “Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. 

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