Prick Tease

Maybe its the hip length highlighted hair. Maybe its the tiny pink lips that turn up just the tiniest bit. Maybe its the huge brown eyes shaped so distinctively. Or maybe...its the soul/personality that makes people think/know Im a...prick tease.

Red is the color of passion and in an undergarment - its strikes one as a naughty deed.
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Ive gone through my sexually budded life (namely those that occured after the development of my notable female charms) not what Id call a victim 100% of the time but rather a girl that people regarded the wrong way...or the correct way, considering your view on the many situations Ive found myself in. In many ways I think Im a good person, a good woman; not one with a direct penchant for hurtful wickedness. (Fruitless) Teasing is one of those hurtful, wicked things that are included with many other wicked things on a list in my mind. Its unfortunate for myself and others that women were made especially for this wicked thing - fruitless teasing.

Sex (however we wish it really wasnt) was made at the dawn of time for procreation and like it or not, males were made strong to be able to overpower unwilling women and women were made curvy, delicate, and tempting to make the males want to fuck/force them into the dance of procreation we now so adore as a pleasure activity. Teasing is biological and sadly to some, its unpleasant when made fruitless.

Ive made it clear to some men in my life that my teasing wasnt purposeful/on purpose but Ive been labeled by many as prick tease: a girl who teases for the fun/cruelty of it and not to use it the right way, IE to make good on the tease.

I have many instances that I feel need a review by a third party in order for me to understand whether or not Im being self deprecating or whether Im right: Im just a friendly, sensual girl who loves to have nearly only male friends because they are the best company and not because I like to play with their minds/libidos.

So check them out and let me know what YOU the reader thinks.

Exhibit #1 - A bit of down time:
Normally I hate football but when a good friend in Southern Cali asked me over with a huge group of our (mostly male) friends, I decided coming over, lounging on the couch drinking diet soda while in the company of 6 - 8 football freak boys would not be all together unpleasant. Plus, a sport (or anything for that matter) is more fun when surrounded by people who really are enthused by it.

I decided to wear a pair of hand cut jeans made into nearly knee length shorts and a halter top would be appropriate (it was hot outside) and leaving my hair down and not putting on makeup also suited my casual mood. I slipped over to the house to find everyone there and already pumped with the game in full go mode. Todd, my friend and owner of the house was really glad to see me and gave me the place of honor right next to him on the huge wrap-around couch. I sat sipping my drink, generally in the sweep of the mood surrounding the room and when something good happened (qued to me by all the cheering and cup/can crushing by the others), Todd and I would bounce our chests together, hug and I would kiss him on the cheek in celebration.

When we werent bouncing together actually quite painfully for me and jumping around, we were sitting on the couch, watching the game, his hand on my knee as I sat cross-legged on the couch, the hand containing my cup, across the back of the couch more or less around his shoulders. Lounging is one of my favorite chill-out activities and this was a prime example.

Some background would probably be helpful too, to clear this all up: Todd and I had met at a party when I first moved back to California when I was 17 and began our first meeting by talking (in man-to-man like fashion) about how lame chicks were with their catty-ness and their bitchy ways. We had sort of that dude relationship that I so relish in many of my dude friends. Its very comfortable because you can be yourself absolutely and ignore all the pretense of being an uber-chick by being super proper or stuck up. Its very nice.

I had always regarded Todd with this kind of aire of friendship and chill, so I thought some friendly intimacy would be totally fine and proper. All people like friends who display their affection, even when it isnt intimate.

I got up after another one of those bouncing interludes and went to the kitchen to find ice and found myself bending down over one of those sliding drawer freezers coaxing some small chunks of ice from a huge frozen-together mess of ice when Todd comes in. He pulls a beer from the water filled sink and pops it open, leaning against the sink while I continue. He asks me if I actually like the game and I remark that simply being around friends is fun enough for me. I stand and lean against the sink too, sipping my drink while we chat a little.

When I turn to go back into the living room when he stops me by grasping my wrist gently, I turn with a smile and before I can realize it, I feel lips against mine. Todd's lips. I pull back giggling and pat him on the shoulder in an "Ok you got me fashion" and turn again when he stops me...again. I put my hand on my hip and level my eyes with his, a slightly amused look on my face. Hes gone all puppy-eyed and fragile in 2 seconds flat and I dont know what to do. His voice is near pleading,

Whats the matter? You dont want me to kiss you?

I smile and respond,
Yeah, thats fine, but were just buds, so just friendly ones from now on, the passionate kiss thing is a little much to just give to any old chick you hang out with.

His face darkens ever slightly,
What do you mean "just buds"? What about the living room?

What about the living room? We're watching football not shooting porn.

We were cuddling! He says in a slightly agitated way.

I look around sort of puzzled, sort of distressed, confused. My response is slow,

Maybe you felt my affection a little too keenly, I only meant to give a sense of comfort, not emotion. Maybe you didnt understand. Im sorry, but Im just hanging out with you. We're friends, right?

His head sort of dips and he looks up quickly,
Well I guess, sure, I get it. Youre just teasing me, maybe its fun for you.

He walks out of the room dejectedly and sits out with the other boys, slightly pouting, slightly triumphant. As my mind sort of swirls like a cockeyed puppy, I ask myself something: Why are some guys such idiots!? Or, Am I an idiot for thinking people are evolved enough to handle physical intimacy without thinking something like sex will result?


Exhibit #2 - Alcohol Becomes Her:
In an alcohol fueled lounge session at an alcohol fueled party, Sean #3's thigh was my pillow as he sat and I laid in the grass together at 3 am in the Southern California hills.

Sean #3(known as such because we had two other friends named Sean and his was the third when arranged alphabetically) and I had grown up together off and on, sharing teachers, sharing friends, sharing friends who happened to be in relationships, sharing friends who had broken up. When we were super young (7) my friends and I used to spend lunch recesses running after his friends trying to kiss them on their cheeks as Sean #3 kept score, but I never kissed him.

He confirmed we were buds by carrying me around when I was drunk or tired or both and making sure I got into bed and then locking the door after he yelled into my house "Your daughter is Home....AFTER CURFEW!" before dashing away to his car, enveloped by laughter as my mom stomped down the hall to my bedroom, on the attack.

I bashed his girlfriends, he bashed the guys I dated and then fucked. I bashed his ugly dog and he bashed my ugly shoes. We were buds.

As we laid in the grass, looking at the stars and talking about how we never really are ever happy and how weird it would be if our universe was actually so small it could fit in someones pupil (Yeah, think that one over!) I brought up the subject of never finding a good guy that meant anything to me. He responded with a shrug first and then after thinking about he spurred the conversation,

Yeah, it would be great to date a really close friend, stay friends, support systems, love each other and fuck too. That would be the best.

I nodded overenthusiastically,
Oh yeah, people do that all the time thought, they do it, its good.

Wouldn't it be great if WE could do that? I mean god, that would be perfect.

I nodded again, a little too much,
Oh yeah, hella perfect. ::hiccup::

He looked down at me and I giggled at him, thinking he was putting on a show of seriousness. When youre drunk, everything is light and fluttery and...funny. He put a hand on my belly and before I knew it, he was kissing me. I giggled into his face and he rose up, blushing and sort of angry,

What the fuck Petite? Why is it funny? I just asked you and you basically said you wanted to be with me. Whats up?

I sat up so fast the sky fell down,

I DID? What? What?

He nodded, again, pretty angry,

Yeah man, whats wrong with you, are you some kind of tease now? Huh?

My face scrunched up, my eyes sort of crossed,
What? What?

He got up with an angry sigh and stocked away, muttering confusedly. I am still so upset about this incident because he still wont let me forget it. How was I a tease by answering some drunk fueled deep conversation? Maybe that's what made it worse, the tipsiness. Maybe I don't know men as much as I would care to think? God save me from all the blue balls I have spurned over the years unknowingly.

As for now and ever, I remain myself and if I scorn men on the way with my buddy-chick-friend-vibe wouldn't it seem like advance would seem a bit of a miscommunication?

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Dirty/Sexy Lyrics: Louis XIV

Louis XIV isnt just one of the more scandalous French Kings: a fiery Alternative band bears this strong name and boy, are they scandalous too. Their song "Pledge of Allegiance" has nothing to do with Patriotism nor the American Flag.

I can't believe this album art is sold in the public venue - but I'm so glad it is.
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With themes of underage sex, bondage, sex games, nudity, secret rondevous, and female lubrication; you know you have a winning song. Not to mention the fact that sound clips of orgasms are thrown in. Ohh baby, we have a hit in this one.

My diagnosis is one of not only a catchy, indie rock song but really entertaining to sing along with (and did I mention that I like to dance around to it in my socks and panties?). The following lyrics ought to turn a few heads, if not turn ON a few things.

My comments are {bracketed} & lyrics are italic.

Aw little Stacy Q when
She doesnt have a thing to do
She comes to my house
Well lets keep that between me and you
She takes of her clothes
She likes to tell this boy what to do
Lets keep that between me and you, okay?

{This ^ verse reminds me of chaste rondevous in my neighborhood and city, in other peoples bedrooms and one time...my kitchen. And plus, who doesnt like the thought of a cute, sassy little chick bossing around a man, letting him know just what he has to do to get her to comply?}

She said "Oh come on boy,
Aren't you tired of talking about sex?"
I said "Little girl, what do you really expect?"
And then she pledges her allegiance
To the United States of me

{Sounds like a pet's pledge to her Sir to me, what about you?}

Oh she says
"Lets play a game
When you hear me make a sound
Just go quite a bit faster
Pretend I'm gagged and bound,"
Oh how I love to hear that sound

{This is quite a suggestion of a game, sounds like marvelous fun. I guess volume level as an increaser or speed? Lovely.}

Milkshake milkshake
I love to feel you sweat
We dont have to go to the pool
If you want me to make you wet

{For those fellow females gifted with the ability of extreme self lubrication, this is an all too familiar circumstance. How many times have you found yourself (or with a chick) who reminded you of a watery element?}

Can you keep a secret
'Cause the best little secrets are kept
And your my best little secret yet

{Its true, secrets add intrigue and interest to any affair...sexual or just lacsivious, or both.}

Well, kit kat kit kat
Kitten you're the kicks
She said "Let me feel you lovin' me
I mean come on make it stick
Aren't I the best of your little baby chicks
Oh youre my sweet tooth sugar fix"

{All girls love a bit of flattery, even if you are already knee-deep and rockin away.}

Tick tock tick tock
Oh baby forget the clock
You dont have to do a thing
And you know I like your big talk

{Sadly, sometimes time is of the essence, but ignoring does make it much more of an adventure.}

Just make sure to close the shades and turn the lock

{...Cuz no one likes to have an audience of pokey neighbors.}

But can you keep a secret
'Cause the best little secrets are kept

{Oh yes I can keep a secret...but who really wants to remain silent?}

So, in summation; Music as food for the soul? How about food for the libido.

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REDESIGN!!!!!! If you're an avid reader and you care anything about page design - this blog has been redesigned by yours truly. What a wonder a splash of paint (hex code), a nice big kiss (tagged image) and a new text style (Latha) can do to wake up an old depressed design!
Hurrah for the new design!

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Tagged: Five Secrets

Since my lovely friend Kyma, found it necessary to grace my name with a Tag, I've no choice but to comply with a counter reply to his mention.


So the name of the game is: "Five things not revealed yet on your blog."


And though I'm far from a blushing closed book - Here goes nothing...

The presence of this VERY overused Playboy Bunny will soon make sense.
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1. Last night I was watching a French film at 2 am
or so and there's a scene where a man and a street walker have an agreement to meet up under a bridge and they're to enact a play-acting rape, right there in the tunnel beneath the bridge in the middle of the night. (The movie is not the secret - the result of it is). So the street-walker shows up and the man is leaning up against the wall and then leaps at her and wrestles her to the ground and thus begins one of THE LONGEST rape/sex scenes in a film I have ever seen - and I watch a ton of these French films. The vague picture of it is that the girl is down fully on her stomach and hes behind her, atop and raping her...bum.

And though its somehow wrong, I had that distinct itch you get when you know you want to touch yourself....and so I did, violently, right along with the film and I have to tell you - it had to have run for at least 15 minutes....no joke. Brutal film bum rape with him pulling her hair and her resistance and a full 15 minutes.
 
After wards in the scene it turns out the girl wasn't the street walker, but a daughter of an aristocrat and the real streetwalker had been in a car accident, thus delaying her.
Now as much as that could be seen as shameful, Its only film, right?
2. I sleep with my herb filled comfort bear named "Bear" every night,
cuddled in the crook of my neck, his weighted body over my chest (Not necessarily sexy, but a secret nonetheless). This type has been used for centuries to help people with depression and seperation anxiety, but I just love him because he feels like a real baby and smells really good. :)
3. So now for some nostalgia;
When I was around 13 we had a new digital cable box put in and I guess it was a mistake but they gave us the Playboy channel in my parents room (or WAS it an accident? *shudder of disgust*). When I was alone in my house, I would lay in my mom's huge four poster bed and watch that illicit channel, mouthing the words of the slutty porn stars and watching amateur clip shows, of the likes of "America's Funniest Home Videos", not meant to be funny...but sexy.

One day I was watching an episode of the clip show and they showed a sequence of two women in Horse Play gear, trotting around a horse yard, neighing and clipping their hooves and nuzzling each other. I was just rolling in laughter on the bed, thinking it a grand comedy. After though, I couldnt help but feel a pang of longing to investigate this thing further. Maybe it was just childhood curiousity?

I mean afterall, my family (including I myself) have been very accomplished Equestrians. :)
4. Im going to the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico a month from now in May on scholarship for University with my favorite Professor and some other students to the rainforest. I'm so excited! Though the downside is that it means no sex for the duration...30 days...a whole month! Plus I have a roommate the entire time!
I know....buzz kill.

Though I know the web exists all over the world, posting may be scarce as I dont think they have wireless internet many places in the deep rainforest....but I'll try my best. Who knows, it may be the adventure of the century to report on.
5. I play on my pink Nintendo DS all day long....or when I have time. Oh dear lord, why was I made into a techie web-programmer gamer nympho girl trapped in the body of a 50's pin-up?

But then again, it is a pretty fun life.
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So, as fun as that was, here's my 5 reciprocal tags (evil laugh inserted here):
- F.C. of "Nothern Lights and Sleepless Nights"
- Dark Pixie of "Inside Dark Pixie"
- El Cuervo of "Brain Mayhem"
- RonJazz of "Dont Let the Wind Blow You Away"
- Fucktoy of "Married Man's Fucktoy"

And now let's see the results!

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A Tiny Flame

The amazement I still have with my body translates to this desire to always keep sex and sensuality fresh and tempting in my mind.

Can you read someone's mind? How about their curves?
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I write fantasy in my bedroom, the lights dulled and my lips quietly mouthing the dirty words that my feminine charm forbids me to utter out loud, my pen writing out a smooth scripture upon the page of my desires. I play with lovers (now only with my boyfriend) with an amazed wonder to find a fresh beat of light behind every sensation and burst of friction that my body joyfully succumbs to. I touch myself with the unbridled curiosity of a newly be-chested adolescent because it makes it more fun,

"Look here what is this...oh my....MMMMM."

Kind of like that.

I love to capture the different curves of my body on my camera and play with light and color and background, sensuality. I sink into my bed and observe my own curves, how ever imperfect or how ever "just me" they are. I'm trying very hard to fall back in love with my body, to find myself in love with the pieces of me, but all put together.

When I touch myself in the quiet hideaway that is my room and my body presses into the silky black sheets I make a map and travel route of an imaginary tongue from place to place on my body.

Sometimes my invisible lover starts at my ear lobe, traveling down my neck to bite me, to lick me and to travel down my chest to the swell of my breasts and pressing smooth lips against their flesh, my body falls to a moan. I can feel it travel down between my breasts, over my ribcage and down the little path to my pierced navel, kissing horizontally over each hips before dipping down to kiss the tops of each thigh, the lips becoming wet and more intense with each passing second.

I can day-dream myself into believing that the pleasuring mouth travels down over each knee and to the instep of my foot, kissing my tattoo there and licking the ball of my foot before sucking a small toe into the cavern of a hot and silky mouth.

I can feel my body splay as my fingers slide over my clit and I can just imagine bright and passionate eyes peering at me as strong hands gently hold my heel as a sensual mouth pleasures my small and curvaceous foot.

When my passion inflates my fingers slide to my mouth and my tongue lazily flicks over my fingertips, the receptive skin feeling there the silk of my tongue. I want to believe that there is so much that I can learn about myself and about other's bodies and minds from sexual contact, from possessing them and letting them possess me.

My more perverted dreams are of being taken so roughly, so passionately and so unyieldingly that when my will has been slightly broken and my orgasm has come so strong so that at the end I'll cuddle slowly like a baby and wrap my small hand around the wrist of my lover in an unspoken gesture of submission and gratitude.

I love when Gadget takes me from behind, his stomach pressing at me and curving over my back as he holds my breasts in both hands, whispering to me of my beauty and my wetness, his pleasure at my feminine graces.

The closeness pushes at me until I can feel his flesh like my own pressed so tight to my back as I bend, my feet touching as my knees support us both on the bed's soft pillowtop. I can feel him so deep inside of me and though I feel like it should last forever my mind is bent out of nature and it makes me crave the end so that I can look back and understand what intimacy is.

I always ever wanted that closeness, that drive and that spirit of longing to be in every facet of my life, if not just in my sexual one.

And I'm feeling that as each day passes, that I'm realizing that sex isn't just a game to be played and won, its a closeness, its a feeling and it makes me feel alive.

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[If you have seen the seeming "mistake" in the date, it isnt so, I just wont be around a computer for Monday's post so therefore I am posting it early....hows that for responsiblity? -la petite]

Sugasm #74

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Sugasm #73

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The Deprivation Game

I like to play. I like to play with others. I like to play with myself. Sometimes during sex, I like to play with other's minds (foremost, their bodies) as well.

So, I live in satin, are you jealous just because you're envious? Tisk, tisk.

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I created a game in my head one day when Gadget was plunging his most needy part inside my most needy bit. I thought,

Men can get so heated when it comes to sex, and I love that. How can I inspire him to become more heated, even if we're both a little down, and while at the same time, have a little bit of fun?

The game is called The Deprivation Game and is composed of just that, momentary sexual deprivation. When he strives to fuck me ever harder, I thrust down my pelvis so that his energetically pumping cock slips out. His usual reaction is along the lines of,

Oh no please baby, please! No, no, no, please. Please baby.

Accompanied by whimpering, a scrunched up emotional face and phantom fucking, as my strong thighs push down on his, barring access to the bits he wants most to plunge into. His struggle against me can get quite heated at times, and then one of two things happen:

1. Just as he starts to give up and rest his forehead against my shoulder, I slip my hips down agasint him and he slides in, and happily restarts his rhythm against me.
2. Or, (my favorite) he grabs my shoulder and under my neck and pushes down on top of me, conquering my sex with a forceful thrust and begins his pace once again.

Either way its bravo for both of us because the sex continues. Though Im not a fan of violence or rape, as I've been a victim to both; I love how his carnal side comes out in full force. I also love the flip side of it: He becomes a whimpering sex deprived little boy.

So again either way I'm turned on and entertained. Wicked am I.

About three months ago for months on end I didnt even want to have sex, my drive was high as always but my kitten wasnt responding and I found myself getting agitated easily and needing lots of sleep. He went down on me one night and kitten didnt want to respond, so I took matters into my own hands and when I came it wasnt good, it wasnt earth shattering and I was nearly in tears because nothing like this had ever happened to me and my dear kitten.

We talked a little while about how people can go into libido cycles and how its happened to him and he cradled me a little while I pouted on my side, my ass illuminated by the moon coming through the glass brick of the window. He got up queitly and went to the dresser and foraged for a condom while I still pouted, my fingers absent mindedly fondling my nipple, a sigh rising in my lungs because he was seemingly ignoring me.

He lay down beside me and whispered in my ear,

How about I take you through a sexual cycle of my own?

All of my soul sighed and my mind screamed, though my mouth did not,

Oh, God, get away from the male. AWAY FROM THE MALE, NOW!

I sighed as he lightly tugged at my hip, rolling me onto my back and slipped between my thighs, his muscular thighs beneath mine. He felt with his big hand between my legs at kitten to check the slickness and finding me sufficiently slick, he leveled his cock up against me.

I pushed my hips down and out of reach while I pushed with my thighs against him. At most I thought he'd get the picture and go lie down while I fell frustratedly asleep. But no, he was fighting me right back. We wrestled each all over the bed, his face lighting with a sinister and oh-so-sexy smile, laughing and trying to win. We tustled like this for a few more rounds and his laughing/frustration grew.

Then I discovered something; When I had first begun this tustle, I didnt want to have sex, but as I fought against him and he showed his desire in the struggle, I found that I wanted him more than I had in days. He laughed out loud and spoke softly,

What are you doing? Do you really not want to?

I smiled though he couldnt see my face in the shadows and flicked my hips up to meet his cock and he plunged deep inside. Our moans were in time, loud and rising as his rythm began in side of me, my hands grasping harshly at his powerful forearms, my nails barely making an impact on his skin.

He kissed me harshly on my jawbone as I threw my head back, sighs and moans issuing forth. My mind got devilish in an instant and I lowered my hips, pushing at him with my dancer's thighs, his cock lost and his whimpers beginning to come. He tried in vain as I pushed my thighs against him, whimpers and moans and pleading reaching my ears.

Soon, he was giving up and he kissed me and laid his forehead agasint my shoulder. I smiled and wiggled a little before raising my hips, sliding him into me, his energetic sex-grunt was response enough before he began his thrusting once more. I let him continue, nearly losing myself in the roll and bump of it all when once more I dropped my hips, and my thighs went to work.

This time, the struggle was shorter, but when he began to give up, he got even more flustered and his effort was redoubled. His strong hand reached out for my shoulder and I began to tire out, he conquered me with one last push and he had me, his cock even more powerful than it had been before this last tustle.

When he finally was near his final pains, I spoke softly into his ear of how much I wanted him to come, his body pulsing with the power of it. I smiled as he deeply kissed me, tired and fulfilled. I decided then that I loved the Deprivation Game and would use it more often. The passion and strength it ignited was just too much to resist.

I am now just realizing how much I love playing this game, since I havnt in weeks and weeks, but maybe that means it need to be employed very, very soon...

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A Tiny Bed

Gadget far from being an immature man by any stretch of the meaning, has the worlds smallest bed...in the world - or so it seems to me.

It is torture but he has made me realize one thing: even on a tiny bed, he can still make me come like the world is ending.

Even in the dark of night, my flesh remains the same.
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A twin bed, In my opinion, is only usuable for human being up to the age of around...12 or so - if you push it. Unfortunatly for me, Gadget has never gotten this memo about the twin bed age cut off. He owns a twin bed, in fact the twin bed he's always had since childhood if I remember correctly.

Its not enough for him that he owns a house, that he owns a car and makes a significant salary - he must keep this bed.

We've spoken of matress shopping and he agrees that it may be time, but not so long ago, he dropped this idea of purchasing a new bed and the topic has flatlined.

This Sunday we spent the majority of the day at his house in his bedroom, him cleaning and fussing about with things as I cuddled up with his enormous cat and lounged...on the tiny bed. For hours we did various activities not worth explaining and generally being lazy. We had tickets for a show and needed to leave at a certain time but I had been horny and ignored all day long in regards to this carnal need. Exactly at the moment we had to be leaving I pulled him towards me...and the tiny bed...and began kissing me. He laughed amusedly and looked down at me;

You know we have to be going, are you going to assume responsibility for being late?

I nodded and smiled sparklingly.

Are you sure you'll assume responsiblity?

I nodded again and pulled him down to me. Thankfully for me and for him as well, he responds well my being direct sexually and so therefore, he hastened to do me many lascivious favors.

Ive wracked my brain to try and make light of my actual chemistry with Gadget in my writings but its truly impossible (maybe I should make some porn?) but I try to do it justice, though enevitably fail to hit the mark perfectly.

He kissed me once and then fell to the deed with much more passion than he has ever kissed me. His moans were terribly audible and his lips against mine were livid, greedy and rough. His words in my ear literally sang of need,

Oh God baby, I just love to take you down like this, I love to touch you. Oh you feel so good, god damn.

I mumbled back and gripped his shoulder with my fingernails in answer, my leg curling up over his hip and pulling him down harder on my body. My hair fell off the edge of the bed, the ends stroking the tile.

Gadget decided to end his frustrations with my pants and pulled them off, violently throwing them to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment, he pulled his clothes off in what seemed like one movement as I wimpered and wiggled on the bed in anticipation. His body was such heat and weight on mine when he wrapped himself back into me. His hands smoothed down my shoulder to my breasts, his mouth taking a detour to lightly suckle on my nipple, my head falling back and my mouth to open in ecstasy. His

hand made a path down my rib cage, pressing hard at my flesh all the way down to my hip bone before letting his knuckles brush against my moistening kitten in need. His palm then pressed harder agasint that most tender flesh, my arousal growing and on fire. His voice was more hoarse now, more pleading,

Please baby, do you want me to lick you? Do you want me to make you come for me?

All I could do was whimper in response and nod my head, my fingers slipping into my mouth impulsively. He roughly pulled at my thin black cotton panties, ripping one side seam in his fever to take them off. His hand went to my thigh, placing his shoulder under it in preparation, his hands rough and commanding. When his mouthwent around the lips of my kitten, my moan was audilbe from proably miles around. When I looked down at his head with his face pressed so firmly to my cunt, pleasing me, my heart lept, my pulse raced and I knew I was inexorably hooked. My back arched in response to the thrusts of his tongue and just as I was close to my final release, he pulled his rhythm back, much to my chagrin.

I whimpered, until his strong hand went toward my cunt and he slipped a finger inside of me. My body lept and I bit down on my bottom to keep from screaming out. He worked his finger inside me and gently against my g-spot, my heart an overworked engine in my chest.

I whimpered in pain from my need from release and when it finally came, I gripped so hard on the sheet of the bed that I snapped a nail off and my eyes were seeing colors beneath their moist, closed lids. I moaned in pain and ecstasy as I bucked still on the bed in aftershocks, his tongue still gently plying my clit with suttle licks.

I reached down and stroked his head and when he knelt next to me, his cock was red, hard and pulsing ever so gently. I pulled up on my tank top as he touched himself his grip on himself firm and when his unique rhytmn began I moaned and spoke softly to him to quicken the process. My own body was still experiencing my orgasm as he spilled his out onto my hips, his body arching in relief.

I smiled in a pained post-orgasm fashion as he kissed me, as he gently wiped his cum from my skin. It seems sexual escapades always awaken a realization in me.

This realization was that even if you have somewhere to be, its better to be late and flushed from an outrageous orgasm than be on time anyday.

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Sugasm #71

The votes are in kiddies! Sugasm #71 came out today, so heres the top three...and me!


This Week’s Picks
Roué (http://www.easilyaroused.co.uk)
“Her sighs of contentment build as my touch does its work.”

Wrong Number (http://radicalvixen.com/blog)
“They said clients were trying to call me and getting this restaurant instead.”

Ride to the Cabin (http://eroticawriter.blogspot.com)
“As he pulled into a dark lane that led into a grove of trees, I reached over to stroke him.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Loveland (http://sugarbank.com)

Editor’s Choice
Your hair (http://erotischism.blogspot.com)

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Erotic Writing and Experiences

The Desperate Tango (http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com)

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The Desperate Tango

I think it goes without saying that when one thinks of sexy ballroom dances like Tango and then one thinks of sex, it seems like a very deliberate combination.

Maybe when you actually live a combination like that you realize it truly isn’t and is more of a perfect marriage of dances both sensual and sexual.

A glowstick shoved into the laces of a corset can provide the perfect visual aid for those after-dark activities.
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Damon was a ballroom instructor at the dance studio near our country club when I was just nearly turned 17. He was unattainable the way the Charming Prince is in Cinderella and just as dashing and swoon inducing. He was nearly 40 with one of those angular faces and dark auburn hair that he oiled back over his head. He always wore white linen shirts and black pants, the line of his body showing a lightly muscled physique.

I was taking lessons in general ballroom technique and dance just as a past time after finishing high school and as a way to boost my internal feelings of my sensuality and accomplishment in that realm.

My love of Tango was inspired by the way his body moved across the dance floor, another woman’s body entranced by his own as he lead her though the steps and sensual body movements like an entranced slave. I signed up for the intense three hour class for Tango and Latin. I was in a panic in the last five minutes I had before I needed to leave for the class and my hands grasped at the arms of the armchair as my ankles encased in their delicate straps of my dance heels, twined in tension. As I stood to leave I imagined what his body would feel like next to mine, his strong hands controlling me. My breath left me as a heavy sigh.

There were only five students plus Damon at the class, two men and three women – perfect. We lulled around, dancing lightly with each partner to warm up, the more simple dances we knew like the Meringue and the Box Step to make our muscles more limber and ready for the dance. When at last I reached Damon, he held me apart from him formally as we warmed up, our eyes never really meeting, but the tension of my apprehension fueling a tightness to my body. We broke apart and I set myself to wiggling my ankles around in annoyance.

He made us go into reel exercises across the floor and back. My back was straight as a pin as I danced the repetitive reels and threw in spins at the last minute, my smile bright and welcoming as I looked over to him – he was actually looking at me this time. I caught something in his seemingly cold eyes as he saw my body in the form of his appeal; dance. I felt something that I needed to kindle.

The weeks went by, one by one as we had practice and learned more and more, my need growing by the practice, by the step. I caught him more and more looking at me, looking down into my eyes as he held me in the dance. He held me tighter than the other girls, he let the friction of our passing moves become a little more actual and his hand meandered skillfully out of bounds of simply the allowances of the dance. I liked it and he knew I did; but most of all – he liked it.

The sixth week during reels I slipped on my skirt hem and fell down on one knee, tiny tears springing from my eyes when my body realized the pain. Damon rushed to me and assured my safety first by word and then by lifting my hem and dropping it so that it slid down my thigh, nearly revealing my panties. He looked at my knee, wiping the few drops of blood from it, before slowly bending his face to kiss the skin near it. His eyes followed the line of my inner knee all the way down to my inner thigh, his grip on my underside of my calf growing tighter. Only after he realized the entirety of our class was staring at us and our interactions did he gently help me up and return to normal teaching. The light in his eyes was especially fiery the rest of the night and his gaze was penetrating.

I lingered that night after class, slowly slipping off my dance heels and massaging my insteps as I delicately watched him from across the room saying farewells from my fellow classmates on their meandering way out. His face brightened from soft fatigue to happiness as he say me sitting, still waiting…for him it seemed. His steps echoed as she walked across the wood dance floor center of the studio,

So, I see you just cant get enough of this place.

His smile was captivating.

Oh well, the three hours just isn’t enough chance to stare at myself in the mirror.

I laughed at myself for my bravery in such a comment and luckily he laughed with me. My eyes glittered I knew as I continued on my fearless streak,

You know, I’m feeling timid about the spins in the very center of the dance, theyre so important but I always seem to start giggling right when its supposed to be all about sensuality and movement.

He smiled as I pouted my lips in faux regret,

Well I’m not quite drop dead tired yet so let me take you for a little dance and fix that issue with the giggling.

He held out his hand expectantly when I dropped my gaze to my now naked feet and pouted once more and went to fixing them back on when he came closer and knelt to do it for me. His hands were so warm as he took my heel in his hand and slipped the little heel onto it, his fingers so nimble with the straps. Trills of warmth spread up my legs and deep into me as I realized our physical proximity. I really was hopelessly enthralled.

He stood and smiled as he once more held out his hand to me. I took it gingerly as he led me across the room and flicked the stereo on and took me out into the center of the floor. Now that there was no one in the room to see me, it seemed easier for me to dance the way I really wanted to; with no restraint.

Damon’s hands guided around me as I looked up into his eyes and felt his grasp get tighter and more commanding as he in turn looked down at me. The queue in the music began and we took the steps necessary and this time it wasn’t jut a dance, it was a sort of ritual. He spoke to me softly and close to my ear, never missing a step,

So the spins come in about 20 counts and I want you to be ready. Look into my eyes, feel my hands on you, feel sensation and you’ll understand the meaning of it.

I nearly swooned as I did crosses over his ankles with my feet, heels tapping sharply, looking straight into his eyes and his hands twisting my hips to make it all one movement in harmony. The spins worked marvelously, his palm sliding from my shoulder down to the upper part of my ass, with each revolution, my head snapping back to meet his eyes to halt the dizziness. I bit my lips as we bent into a slide and his leg went between my legs as I lent back into him, but this time I slid too close to his body, ground just a little too hard and wet my lips as I looked up at him, my hand clenching his.

The power of the moment got to us and our lips met in fire as the music continues around us, the notes going undanced as he kissed me. His hands slid from their positions to my upper back, his strong arms clenching me to him as he pulled us to an upright position. His hands went to my hair, his fingers knocking out the decorate combs, my hair spilling around our faces like a curtain. He sighed as he pulled from the kiss and pressed the side of his face to fine, his lips near my ear to whisper,

Oh god, what is this? I shouldn’t be indulging myself in this. Tell me something to alleviate my fears or either entice me to forget them.

His hands smoothed down my back, holding me tight as I replied,

Teach me another dance, teacher. Take me.

He nearly roared as he pressed another kiss to my lips, his hands impossibly strong on my body. His one hand reached down behind me and ripped the button open and let my long black wispy skirt fall to the floor. He moaned as he looked at the mirror wall, seeing my ass wrapped in French cut black panties and my curved legs ending in delicate heels. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairway that led to his office upstairs, a veritable panic in his step.

He embraced me after we reached the office and he had briskly slammed the door. He ripped at the buttons on my black collared shirt, revealing my breasts wrapped in a black lace demi cup bra, my nipples beginning to become visible. He spun me with a dancers grace and bent me over the arm of the velvet couch, his hands deeply massaging my ass. I knew what was coming when I felt the first heated blasts of his hand against my flesh. The sound of it like music to my ears,

Yes, please punish me instructor. Oh God and fuck…

And yes, I did scream the word fuck...right after the word God….I know.

He dropped to his knees and began to kiss my punished red ass and had the opportunity to pull down my panties. I swiveled and sat back on the arm of the couch, my legs spread and my kitten glistening before him. It was such a sexy mind-fuck to see him edge forward on his knees and kiss the inside of my thigh like a man praying. My soul all but left my body when I heard him exclaim at the wetness of my kitten when his tongue touched it. His fingers dug into my thighs as they gripped, his mouth around me, his tongue working inside the intimate folds of me. I felt that dig of warmth deep in my stomach and knew the rapture was close and rolling ever nearer. My small hand gripped at his head, pulling his closer, his tongue rapidly circling my clit and his hands sliding over my thighs. As I was just about to come, he slid his finger deep in side of my kitten. My back arched painfully as I fell back over the arm of the couch, my hips bucking hard against his face as he continued to hold me down and lap away at my now dripping kitten.

He playfully looked into my eyes as he stood, His hands diligently at his fly, working his buttons open. A he let his pants fall I was rewarded with a spectacular view of his huge, rock hard cock before me. I sat up, my mouth agape in wonder and once more my libido was stirred.

When women say size doesn’t matter it is because of one of a few reasons; One being that they don’t give a shit about how good a fuck is. Two being that they have no idea what in the fuck they are speaking of. And finally, three being that they like a tiny penis or are afraid of a large penis – both are included in the same category. Though I wish it were true, size AND skill are included and both must be used to the height of their potential to have an out of this world roll in the hay.

And that’s my final word on that.

My hand went around his cock as I evaluated his size and girth, both putting me in a fuck-frenzy. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and gently let my tongue tease his before completely engulfing the head with my wet mouth. I slid his cock deeper into my mouth as I whimpered with lust and he moaned with ecstasy. After I had mouth fucked him a few times his sexual rage pushed him to pull out and try his assault on me.

He grabbed me harshly and in one movement he had ripped me naked of my bra. My breasts felt the air on them and at once the nipples tightened, ensighting a small whimper from me. As he roughly grabbed one tit, he sucked at the nipple of the other, my head falling back in pleasure as his ministrations stoked the fire inside of me higher and higher. At last I believe he had had enough and wrapped his arms around me, his cock impaling me in one quick movement, my cunt stretched tight over his swollen prick. My nails dug into his back as he thrust deep into me, my moans filling the room with their sound.

In one surprising movement just as the rhythmn was getting good and grinding, he pulled out and had turned me around and bent me over, his cock slamming into my kitten from behind. He fucked me hard like a punishment and when my moaning got too incredibly loud to even be realistic, his strong hand covered my mouth. He held onto my hip and slammed in and out of me, his hand covering my mouth. Talk about hot. He fucked me in this constant movement for just a few moment more before removing his hand, much to my unhappiness.

He began speaking to me and that was much better than the discipline of my moans being muffled;
Oh god, tell me, am I doing a good job fucking you? Hmm? Do you like it?

I moaned out loud at this and my response was only an exaggerated moan and strong nodding of my head. I whimpered as he continued to slam into me. His voice was more strangled now;

Do you like that I take total command of your body? Do you like that I’m using you?

I screamed out; Yes! Yes, I do. Please use me.

I whimpered loud into my own hand as I felt the death throes of his cock, his orgasm like and earthquake shuddering behind and into me. At that, he pulled me down with him onto the floor, his arms wrapping protectively around me. His breathing was heavy and pounding in my neck, he muttered nearly unintelligible words as he stroked my belly with his powerful hand.

He fell asleep sometime later and I used it as an opportunity to slip out of his embrace and stand to get dressed and sneak out. Before I left, I dropped the blanket from the couch over him, admiring his tight muscled body before I did so. I skipped softly down the stairs and grabbed up my bag in a swift movement before slipping out the door, the slam of it surely waking him from his slumber.

I laughed and hummed to myself as I walked away.

Why are conquests always so much fun? Maybe because they think you’re the main prize when really it’s the reverse. Maybe that’s it.

I cant believe I didnt think of this sooner, but: Heres an update for you - two weeks ago, I turned 19. I know....scary. So, Happy Birthday to me (though I dont want to get any older).

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100,000+ Posts!!!!

Such a celebration, really it seems to is in order because -

My lovely fun memoir blog "Allegory of an Underage Femme Fatale" has hit well over 100, 000 ORIGINAL HITS!

Yay!

Do you think I live for you? Do you think my hand slips over my skin for you? Maybe...
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I got a great email from a publishing house which wants to publish nearly all of my memoirs into ITS OWN BOOK! God knows if it will go through, but Yay Hay for such a notable message.

Happy 100,000 to you all!

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine's Day from me and my bear...and maybe my red thong too!

A story will follow shortly describing my Hearts Day - Gadget has a HUGE surprise for me...and I think it has something to do with the HUGE thing in his pants. Yay for Valentine's Day!

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Love Her Madly

At 18, Ive luckily found the beauty that is the Doors (a few years ago actually) and its inspired me to wtie a bit as I dance the chicken dance topless to its wailing glory.

Yes, I said "Topless Chicken Dance".

Yeah baby, gotta love a vintage song that actually has the words "Organ Solo" in its crib notes.

One particular line (italics) has me stirred up like a shaken martini:

Don't you love her madly
Don't you need her badly
Don't you love her ways
Tell me what you say

Don't you love her madly
Wanna be her daddy
Don't you love her face...

Oh yeah, be my daddy, be my daddy, be my daddy. Oh Baby. :)

Last night I was flipped by a sex bout with Gadget that had me clawing and biting him like a realeased lioness on her estres. It was one of those nights that my mouth is on a mission, yes, a mission. A Licky Mission and hey, no one hates a Licky Mission.

I had already gotten to the point where I beg for him to lick my bum as I touch myself, without using any of those words. I was moaning in contrition, begging my body for an orgasm and feeling the luscious warmth of his tongue slithering all around and inside of me. We were pressed in a contortion on my bed and just crazy with my needs. I had one of those horribly twsited sex needs. I wanted to scream out "Yes, please Daddy!". This is very strange indded for me with Gadget. Weve never done age-play and he has even let it be known that he thinks thats a might creepy. I must admit, thats one of the dirtier mind-play things you can do in my book. I love it so though.

Its probably just my father complex, but it fucking gets me off in a minute. My older man fantasies and experiences have been ripe with these kinds of screamings and pleadings. I dont think of my actual father during it, its only role play, it enriches it, its like a soft ownership, thats super nonthreatening. That, is what kicks me.

Please fuck me and hold my pigtails like handlebars.

Please let me sit on your face and grab my asscheeks as they wave in your face.

Please let me be your dirty little girl. I love it. I want it. I crave it.

It makes me wet. Oh yes.

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Sugasm #63

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A Sleepless Night

Im so sleepless and here cuddling with my bear and just scanning the web, when I had a marvelous idea: Try to make myself come as many times as I can with my little red vibe.

So far the count is three in ten minutes (I have to let myself calm all the way down before trying again). And this is interesting: A song started in iTunes when I started attempt #3 and I caught the time that had gone by when I reached orgasm - 1:25. Surely not a record for me, but an interesting tidbit.

I also sent a text to Gadget (though yes, its 4:30 am) because I just had to share. Though you know me, Im a big one to share. It consisted of this:

I just came while thinking of you. I know its super late but I thought you'd like to know.

Now what sane man would be upset by being awoken by a text of that species?

Ill keep you updated as the night progresses. Lucky you, Im sure.

@4:53 am: Ive just accomplished #4 and very proud, but now sleepy. Ouchie, poor little clit.

@5:07 am: Well #5 has just come to fruition....sorry for the pun. Fuck, this is akin to running like 2 miles. Woo. I think its time to settle in and try to sleep. Hah, as if.

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Use Me Up (an RPG)

There's a moment when you realize your body needs another's caress, another's control and power, driving them on until that final, violent crescendo.

My body finds itself in this state quite often and damn, does it have a way of reminding me. An RPG is a video game term mostly and here apply to yourself, make it feel as if I wrote this down for you, pressed it into your hand as you left my bed in the morning.

Feel what I'm feeling as I'm writing this. Make my memory your own...And enjoy.

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When one grows up, one assumes some very lascivious poses...
but sometimes one just wants to lounge like a little girl.

Do you see me, in my black bra and black lace panties, lying on the bed before you? My eyes are half shut, seeing the world through a haze and feeling the warm need growing inside of me. Do you want to slip onto the bed beside of me? Do you long to feel the warmth of my skin against yours in the January cool? I curl up onto my knees and crawl toward you, burying my face in your warm, fragrant crotch, smelling your singular scent. It pulls me nearer to the verge of lustful control.

I sigh as I pull up to meet my lips to yours, my hands sliding from your chest up and over your strong shoulders, both meeting at the back of your neck, pressing my body against yours. I beg to feel your big, strong hands down my back to rub firmly on my hips, fingers playing gently with the lace of my panties, a foremention to what will come. I say sultry words close to the soft shell of your ear,

Please kiss me, kiss me like you want to possess me. Kiss me like you've taken me over. Kiss me like I'm yours. Make me remember who I belong to. Please...

I want to sigh deep in my throat as you crush me to your body, kissing my face down to my neck, nibbling on the tender flesh there. A whimper escapes as you bite deeply into the flesh of my neck, a crash of nerve responses runs down my body, all the way into my toes. It feels so good to be held roughly, to be bitten roughly. Your hands are tightly gripping my ass cheeks, your hands so strong and unrelenting. I can feel myself becoming moist, my insides warming and twisting, readying for that final ecstasy and fire.

You pull me off the bed and set my feet on the floor, roughly turning me to face the bed and pressing a hand on my lower back to let me know to bend over, to reveal my now slightly reddened ass to your full view. Before I can catch my breath, I feel the hard pop of a hard slap on my ass, warming the spot instantly. My bottom wiggles lustfully as each slam hits it, little moans issuing with each contact. I'm dripping now, and from your ministrations.

You make me feel so deliciously drenched in sublime pain.

You know you cant control yourself, the sight of my red, spanked ass is driving you mad with lust and my needy moans aren't hurting either. You rip my panties down over my legs. I hardly have time to get them off my ankles when you push my legs against the bed and slid your cock between my thighs. You want to take me brutally, harsh, taking me to my limit, pounding into me from behind. Your cock tries to burrow inside, you adjust my hips to a perfect angle and you hit the spot, drive deep inside, a loud and raucous moan shouting out of me.

Dear god, please help me. My senses are sending me out of my body and into a new dimension of pleasure.

You want to spew forth lascivious words to buffet my ears and make me further fall into the pit of desire. You opt instead to thrust after long intervals to drive me crazy with anticipation. You want to order me around, you want me to follow your every whim. You say, slowly and with menace, an obvious command,

Slide your hand underneath your body and slowly circle your clit.

I move quickly to follow your command, greedily and with joy, but you add a stipulation,

...But don't come until you hear me let you come.

I whimper in agitation but a swift and direct thrust, deep into my center makes me understand that you are the word of god, so to speak.

My eyes flutter as I try to keep control of my writhing orgasm, your thrusting threatening to drive me mad. My moans beg for release but you have a grand design, you want to make me know what you are, you want me to understand that you hold the control.

I'm panting now, every sound issuing from my lips is a prayer for release, begging my body to obey.

Your words are like a blessing to me,

Come now. Come with me. Come for me.

I wail out as my womb pulses out like the burst of lightening and my back arches up, my hands grasping and begging for something to clutch. The waves fall over me with a power that is unnamable. Then as if the calm after a storm, my body falls softly and my eyes still cant open. Every breath of air upon my flesh feels like thunder, is powerful and catches me off guard.

I breath out, a calming breath as I fall to the bed and roll over, my hair spreading out over the bed like a blanket. You lie next to me, your ankles twining with mine. You slide the palm of one hand from my waist to around my hip, lying it over my thigh. A kiss and a smile remind me of our peace and that the play has come to an end. Were equal now and a contented smile trickles over my face.

Thank you is the word that slushes around my brain. Thank you for possessing me and thank you for knowing when me gentle once again to reassure me of your care for my fragile mind.

I love you.

(A memoir dedicated to my love, Gadget)

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Happy New Year!

Though a few days delayed...Happy New Year!

Life has been smooth lately and with a three week break from classes, I was stylin and relaxing. Monday though, starts a whole new semester of classes for me and time management is definately my biggest hurtle this year and the last.

I have so many sultry stories saved up in my little mind, but where to find the time? If youre new to my blog, just know this, a full time college student who is also a full time newspaper layout editor and writer really has no time left for anything but a few meals a day and a few bouts of incredible sex a week. But then again, having the incredible sex is what makes it all worth while.

I promise that this year I will keep the blog rolling at least once a week, if not twice and of course, the photos will always be rolling.

Never stop believing in me! I miss you all, thanks so much for all the nice holiday emails and new years ones as well. Youre all so dedicated! Big Kisses!

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