Monday, June 28, 2004

Fantasy, Sub gets shared part 2 -COMPLETE!

If you're just finding my blog, you may want to skip to the previous post since it's the first part of this story. Or if you'd like to reacquaint yourself with where we left off and warm up before reading this...

Comments and email are always welcome. My address is intrigued_one2002@yahoo.com

Oh, and a million apologies for not checking the spelling before posting the last one. I'll be correcting that straight away...



As it turned out this trip was for business and pleasure. Coincidently we both had small trade shows in the same town on the same weekend. We attended our meetings during the day and got a chance to explore the nightlife each evening together. Each afternoon I would touch base with the bellboy, a young waiter at lunch or the hotel bartender and get a local's reccomendation for a classy and hot nightspot. To my sub it seemed I knew this town like my own, and each night she was treated to a wonderful resturant, followed by live music in an intimate jazz bar or a few of the best cosmopolitans in town and an opportunity to get lost in the fog, lights and sound of a techno club.

She knew her fantasy would be fulfilled...she wouldn't return home without being pleasured and used by a stranger but the encounter would be at my discretion. When we first checked in, she had been placed in her collar and instructed not to ask what my plans where for her. This only added to her anticipation, knowing it must be close but unable to even get a hint. After a long day of tolerating professional acquaintances and networking she was all too ready to lose herself in anticipation and observation...trying to tell...and hoping...

As she dressed for dinner she put on a stylish and somewhat retro outfit. The choker necklace looked perfectly in place, but of course to us it served as the evening's collar. We went to an incredible seafood resturant. I excused myself momentarily as we were seated. We sat at a tall and private booth. I sat down and she slid close to me, her petite body protected by curve of the booth and her warm Master next to her. Our waiter appeared and did a great job of being friendly, attentive, but never overly forward. His eyes couldn't help but fall on my attractive submissive and she noticed his look. Before she could look to me to see if our waiter's wandering eye was why I had stepped away when we first arrived, I ordered oysters for us both and alluded to their reputation as an aphrodisiac. The waiter took it in stride and and left us. "Hansome fella, wouldn't you agree?" I said.

We enjoyed our dinner and as our waiter brought the check I asked him which of two local clubs was more fun on this night of the week. He told us about one of the nightclubs and stated he would actually be there tonight, but hoped to "be otherwise occupied". My sub dropped her eyes almost blushing. As he walked away she placed my hand between her legs. She was already warm and wet. Teasing her like this had gone on each evening and she was starting have such a hard time behaving. I plainly told her to remember her instruction...she was simply to wait and not ask about the plans...

We left the resturant and made our way to the club. It was just begining to get crowded and I told her to get a table near the dancefloor while I got drinks. She was surprised to find her drink delivered by one of the waitstaff. Our eyes met across the dancefloor. I nodded at a guy about 7 or 8 years younger than her dancing towards but having limited sucess at joining a circle of college age girls. She took a long pull on here drink and made her way on to the dance floor. Any disappointment that the waiter wasn't here evaporated and he became one of several men that she thought might be her stranger. It didn't take long for the young gentlemen to notice her. She moved easily, I could tell she was slowly becoming lost in the throb of the beat, the comfort of the darkness and the velvet of alcohol's embrace. He approached her and she looked to me for guidance. My nod was subtle. To the casual observer it simply looked as if I dropped my view to my glass. To her it was a clear direction, a command. Soon his arm was around her waist, their bodies grinding. The beat was a steady unck, unck, unck, unck. Her eyes were closed and she leaned back, her head turning with the beat and her hair swinging free of her warm neck. He had a scowl of concentration, working hard to move perfectly in rythum with her, to hold her body against him. Fog cut by sharp red lights obscured parts of the dance floor. The surreal vertigo of strobelights created a montage of still images, each a slight variation on the profile to two people standing and trying to f_ck thru their clothes.

Eventually they each needed a break. For him natured called. She sat back down catching her breath and "mmmm-ing" after a long pull on her cold drink. The cold condensation from her glass clung to her fingers and as she touched her neck a bead of cool rolled down her collar bone. As she looked around she saw the young man she had been dancing with walking towards the mens room. Her eyes were fixed on his azz when he suddenly stopped. He was walking quickly but stopped instantly as I caught his bicep in my grip. She saw me say somthing in his ear and saw his eager nodding response but couldn't tell what was said over the music throbbing thru the place.

By now her crossed leggs involuntarily moved. Her foot bouncing, rolling her thigh, squeezing to the steady beat. Her tongue found the edge of her glass as I walked over and it was clear she was hungry. I simply said "It's time we head back and get ready to play." She popped off the barstool in a single motion and came to my side. Standing at my side so closely that her feet were in front of and behind mine and she ground herself a little ways down the side of my leg, her heat obvious even thru our clothes.

Once back in the room I indulged her with a deep, kiss, filling her arms with my entire body, allowing her to kiss me as much as I kissed her, a genuine moment of adoration for each other before resuming control. "Start with my tie." She dropped her arms from me and realized it was beginning. She carefully pulled by tie lose, undid my top button and pulled the small end loose then slowly around my neck. She gently folded my tie and placed it on the dressed and returned for her next direction. She continued to remove each item of my clothing, slowly, carefully. My jacket came off. Next my watch. She worked very slowly once my shirt was unbuttoned, kissing up and down my chest before pulling my shirt tails out and pushing my shirt back off my shoulders. All of these tasks allowed her time to relax, do these things almost mindlessly. It became easy for her to not worry about what would come next, the instructions where clear and she trusted I would continue to guide her. She was free of the responsibilities of home, work.... I instructed her to empty my pockets. She walked around behind me and plunged her hands into my pockets as if they were her own. In my right pocket she was able to feel my c_ck, very hard and standing up on an angle against the spot where my leg and body meet. She couldn't help but wrap her fingers around it, the cloth of my pocket like a mitten and push and pull a few strokes before closing her fingers around the loose change there. She withdrew her hands and walked with balled fists of change, keys and a pen knife to the dresser. About halfway there as she thought about my c_ck change began to slip out of her hand onto the floor. SMACK! My open hand found her ass as she froze, knowing she couldn't pick up what she had dropped even though she had started to stoop. Still a few feet from the dresser she bent slowly at the waist, her body spanning the distance and she gracefully deposited the change and other items she still had on the dresser. She paused for a few moments...savoring the smarting sensation. It was hot and tingling. She waited. "Continue." I said. Now she moved quickly gathering the fallen change and returning to me. "Did I tell you to make a mess?" "No Sir" "Perhaps you should not depend on your hands so much." "Yes Sir" She knelt in front of me and took the end of my belt in her teeth. She worked the end back thru the buckle, her hands behind her back. As her tongue freed the pin from the hole in my belt I could look down and see her fingers moving as her mind was consumed with the task at hand. Soon my pants were down and I allowed her to use her hands taking off my shoes and finishing undressing me. I stood completely naked in front of her, incredibly aroused. She looked up and down and despite my nakedness could find no vulerability. Looking down at her I told her that I would protect her, provide for her, grant her pleasure, demand her obedience, teach her, insight her to grow and provide her the service of accepting all responsibility. She would in exchange first offer her trust, then be loyal, obedient, grateful and use all of her faculty to please me.

I told her to stand.

I began to remove her clothing. My fingers gently moved over her. If a button needed to be undone the cloth on either side was slowly gathered, allowing the button to freely release from it's hole. Zippers moved slow enough that almost each tooth could be heard disengaging. As the cool air of the room found newly exposed skin so did my fingers, my mouth in the form of very gentle wet kisses. Ever so slowly she became totally naked. I directed her to place her hands flat against the wall, arms straight, slightly leaning forward, her feet set wide apart. I pushed her hair aside and began kissing the back of her neck. I kissed across the back of her shoulders then as my fingers dragged up and down her sides I kissed down her spine. She trembled a abit as my kisses lingered in the small of her back. I knelt with hands still around her, fingers dancing over her stomach, up to her ribs back down. My tongue wide and wet, drawing a lie up the back of her knee, up the back of her leg, where the seem of a stocking would be. My tongue hooking onto the curve of her azz as my fingers find her nipls for the first time. She shuddered. I looked up, pleased to see she had not broken position. I told her I was pleased that she's was following direction before adjusting her to lean a bit more forward. I turned and sat beneath her, my back to the wall and told her to open her eyes. I could see the heaviness of her breathing now and reached down to stoke my c_ck a few time. With her hands against the wall like this, looking down she could see how hard I was. I told her she was in the perfect position to be f_cked from behind...But.. My hands slid up the back of her legs and I slid forward, now sitting almost between her feet. Her hair hung down around her face and I told her to keep her eyes open as slouched down, opened my mouth and dragged a broad wet lick up her pssy, our eyes locked. My hands cupped her azz from behind and I continued to lick her starting quick and gently then faster, moving higher, finding and flicking her clt. He elbows bent as she started to come and she began to collapse against the wall. I let her go moved thru her legs and quickly got up behind her and delivered a sharp spanking. I pressed her against the wall with my body and reminded her I had not told her to move. "In there." She rounded the corned into the bathroom. "When was the last time you came?" I asked. "almost just now!" she said too quickly. SMACK! She whimpered just a bit. I turned her to see in the mirror a bit of a red spot forming in the shape of a hand on her azz. "Care to rephrase.." "Sir I haven't come since last week when we first talked about this" "Do you think you'll have a good one when I tell you that you may?" "Ohhh Yes Sir." "Start the water and get in." I joined her in the shower a few minutes later. She wasn't sure if she heard the door open and close or not.

I slowly soaped her entire body, again she was free to simple be. Free to relax and enjoy, she felt so well taken care off. I lathered up her hair with shampoo and the pads of my fingers massaged firmly. Then I combed most of the shampoo out pushing my fingers back thru her hair over and over. Somtimes holding her to me as she arched back, other times my mouth on her neck, the water hitting both of us. As the shampoo disappeared our kissing became more intense, immediate. I hooked her leg over my hip and she braced one of her hands against the shower wall. I f_cked her hard but stopped as we began to reach a steady rythum.

I shut off the water and helped her out of the tub. I dried her gently but throughly. As I dried her legs my fingers touched her p_ssy. I wrapped the towel around her back sawing back forth to dry her and drew her forward, her swinging t-ts hitting my mouth. I had her dry me off. She lingered while doing the front of my legs but I just let her look at my hard c_ck. She used the same technique to dry me, starting with the towel around my shoulders, moving like she was doing the twist. "down." I said, and the towel was around the small of my back. "down." I repeated and the towel was around my ass. "now go down on my c_ck" I heard an "ohh yes Sir" just before I felt her warm wet mouth surround me. She took me deeply in her mouth, I could feel her tongue moving over me. As she backed off her head rolled back and she smiled as much as she could with a mouth full of hard c_ck. She moved up and down quickly a few times then backed off, stoking my entire length with her hand. she closed her finger and thumb as much as she could around me just below the head of my c_ck. Her finger and thumb didn't quite touch as she moved down my shaft, pulling the skin tight, my head so hard and swollen as she kissed, licked and began to suck it. Soon her mouth and hand were pumping again. My precum keeping a sticky spot at the end of my c_ck for her to lick off. I pulled her to her feet and we went out to the bed.

As we got out of the bathroom I commented "hmm almost time". I told her to put her collar on and bring me the blindfold. She said "Yes Sir," When she opened the suit case to get these items all of the other toys were there for her to see. She recalled how I made her pack them, all of the ideas of how they could be used on her came flodding back. As she brought the collar over to me I had her kneel as I put it on her. She couldn't help but pop my c_ck back into her mouth and as I finished buckling her collar I took her head into my hands and began to f_ck into her face. I f_cked her face quickly but let her control the depth. "you like having that hard c_ck in your mouth don't you" "mmm hmmm" came the reply "You'd like a hot load in that nastly little mouth of yours wouldn't you?" This time a bit of a gag, then gasping as she came off my c_ck" "Yes Sir Please shoot your f_cking load into my mouth" She resumed bobbing on my c_ck, her mouth completly wet, my c_ck wet from the base to the tip sliding easily in and out of her her....

"When he gets here I want to be able to f_ck you for a long time without interruption, so I'm going to come all over your face." She worked my c_ck all the faster, her hand holding the base of my c_ck, squeezing with each time that her lips met her fingers farther up my shaft. Her other hand cupped and massaged my balls. "mmmphfff" came her only response. "When I start to come I want you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as you can. Keep pumping your hand up and down my cock." Her motion on my c_ck was a steady nod as she pumped on and off, her breath came fast and hard thru her nose and I began to shake, groaning, "awwwhhhh!" her hands gently squeezed my balls as they rose and her tongue whipped around the head of my as she pulled off with a sucking pop...the backs of my legs, my azz all flexed as I helped her lean her head back, her tongue was out and her hand began to pump desperately up and down my shaft her fingers just slipping over the ridge of my head. I yelled "unnhhhhhh!" as pumped shot after shot of come out of my c_ck arching onto her tongue, her mouth and face...

She smiled up at me. I went to the bathroom and grabbed one of the still warm wet towels we used and returned to find her sitting on her feet, her hands behind her leaning back as if basking in sun. I leaned down and kissed her then gently cleaned her up.


I directed her to sit on the edge of the bed and I retrieved the black silk blindfold and placed it over her eyes. I moved my hand quickly toward her face and she didn't flinch so I could to tell she was unable to see. "It's almost time." I saw her visibly shiver. "Lie back"

She lay back with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I began to place kisses up leg, lifting her foot, kissing her instep, up her shin, lingering at her knee then moving up the top of her thigh. I slid my hands up underneath her body my mouth now finding her hips, her stomach, her ribs. Again my fingers are dragged along her body, trying to barely touch her, followed by my mouth, kissing, warm and wet. I dragged my tongue under the curve of her breast, right where the underwire of her bra would sit. I lick again this time using the tip of my tongue and follow it by blowing a jet of cool breath along the wet line I've made. I repeat on the other side...Now I begin to lick spokes of wetness, starting at the very top, bottom or side of her breast, moving towards her nple, but lifting my tongue just as I reach her hard npple. Quicly I draw as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. My teeth are covered by my lips and my tongue works her nple as I suck. I let the seal my mouth has made break and as I draw breath a ton of cool air rushes over her hard wet nple as she slips from my mouth. My teeth snap shut on her nipple firmly for just a moment. She gasps then recovers as my tongue makes fast circles, shrinking until my tongue is flicking her npple. I repeat on the other nipple then begin to kiss back down her stomach...

By now her hands have found my hair and her fingers alternate between taking a fistful or combing thru. She know's I'm close enough to lick her but she just feels my steady breath. I lick a wet line up where he leg meets her body then do the same on the other side. My tongue moves back and forth as I turn my head, she feels my hair on the inside of her thighs, and knows how I'm moving but doesn't feel my tongue yet. Slowly I ease forward and the tip of my tongue begins to graze her back and forth. I keep barely touching her p_ssy starting to work some up and down movements in. I move close and suck one of her lips into my mouth then let it slip away. She goans wonderfully. I repeat on the other side. Now broad wet licks begin, trying to get her entire p_ssy under my tongue. She's bucking under me and pulling my face into her. Shes so wet that as I begin to spread her she nearly slips away under my fingers. My tongue pushes into her then starts to flick, I'm moving in circles, up and down flicking, licking and kissing...She's gettng louder...

I stand and walk over to the suitcase. She watches and touches herself as I get two pairs of odd looking cuffs. They look like leather handcuffs but one opening is way too big. And why two pairs? I simply place them on the bed and tell her to roll over. She rolls quickly and stretches her arm out far in front of her, pushes up on her knees and seperates her ankles. Standing at the foot of the bed I push my hard c_ck easily into her p_ssy. We move together quickly right from the start. She still desperately wants to come and I loved hearing her response as I was down on her. I keep moving in and out of her intensely but distract her. "He'll be here soon..." Shes biting her lower lip and grunting now..."Don't cum until we're both inside you..." Here sound is half frustration half thrill. I pound her hard, building speed and depth as she feels my finger begining to massage and gently ease into her azz. I drop my hands from her hips and lift her ankles into the air. She's up on her knees with her toes pointed and lifting her feet slowly rocks her forward flat onto her stomach. We keep f_cking, she's arching back into me as much as she can. "I need a toy and might as well get you in position". She wonders what else I have in store for her. My pace slows and I press her ankles farther forward, bending her leg completely at the knee. "Stay like this" I tell her as I withdraw. She can't hold her heels against her ass as I let go and as I pick up the cuffs with one hand my other hand finds her ass with a hard spanking, I spank her again, this time my fingers finding her p_ussy. I then drag a finger down the crack of her azz, rest my middle finger on her azzhole and shake my hand, leaving my finger vibrating right on her azzhole.

I open the large end of the cuff and wrap it under her thigh just below her ass. The short chain leads to the small cuff which I attach to her ankle. I repeat on her other leg and now she's face down, both her legs bent at the knee, her heels inches from her azz. I push her knees apart then get off the bed and pull her back down the bed so her knees are just off the edge of the bed. My fingers easily slip into her pussy and massage her clt. I tell her it's easy to see her wet hole from this view. I sense her nervousness but she stays quiet.

I tell her "any minute now" and begin to walk to the suit case. She feels me drop a number of toys on the bed. I cuff her hands together in front of her. She's able to push up onto her elbows and I slip a pillow under her chest to help her hold the position. She shifts her head back and forth, unable to see but straining to hear. She has started to shake. She naked, blindfolded, bound and completely exposed. Her p_ssy is so wet that as I begin to touch her my fingers slip easily in. I begin a series of short periods of touching her, inserting a vibrator, f_cking her from behind, using a vibrator on the outside of her p_ssy. Each time I work her up then stop and actually leave the bed, pulling away like when I hand worked up so many times before. She's mumbling "please f_ck me...please let me cum" and visibly shaking. A moment after I finish holding a vibrator to her ---- there's a knock at the door.

She hears the door open and close against the doorframe but not completely close. She hears a muffled conversation, then the door sweaks as it swings open again. She's straining to listen, to feel all of her senses are alive. She's shaking...

It's my voice. "Like I said, not a word but you can f_ck and use her as you like - pretty nice huh." She hears a stiffled grunt. "This is how I like to take her" As my cock enters her again she feels me lean forward and whisper in her ear, get ready. Again I f_ck her quickly, deeply moving in and out. I work her up again and recognize her dropping her nervousness and getting lost in the pleasure as I see her blindfolded face "looking" around less as again she gets close to comming. "She's going to cum hard so enjoy it" By now she's smelling an unfamiliar cologne. She turns her head as she feels me pull out and again starts to shake ever so slightly. I reach under her hips and lift, forcing her up on her knees slightly and she feels another pillow pushed under her hips. Her ass is jacked up arched into the air to be taken.

She feels the bed compress down on either side of her. He must have his hands on the bed, leaning forward to f_ck... One side lifts..she pictures this stranger reaching with one hand to guide his c_ck into her. Strange cock is about to...She feels it. Just a steady pressure, slowly pushing against her. "Ohhhh hhhh" her shaking voice utters. She take deep breath and assuming he wants her to push back onto him rocks back slightly. She can't move too far while up on her knees like this without the balance that having her shins flat against the bed would have provided...

She's distracted as she feels me climb onto the bed now in front of her. I kneel on the bed directly in front of her. She feels my knees compressing bed down just to the outside of her elbows. Looking up she opens her mouth and I ease my cock into it. "mmmphfff"

She feels the strangers c_ck, it's not yet deeply inside of her but she feels so filled already..He's very thick and stretching her slightly. I'm leaning forward slightly, my c_ck deep in her mouth as she feels the strangers hand drop back to the bed and he begins to slowly push in a bit quicker. He's not touching her at all, all he wants to do is f_ck me she thinks...he's just leaning into her, a huge, fat c_ck now starting to f_ck her deeper, it goes in, pauses, then pulls out...but he's f_cking faster now. "mmmpfff, mmmpffff, mmmmppffff" She realizes she has two c_cks in her right now, her Master is thobbing in her mouth and a stranger if filling her again and again. "MMMPFF" as the stanger popped nearly all the way out before plunging back into her.
Her forehead is against me, she's being rocked back and forth just a few inches but the c_cks are plunging in and out of her. She begins to shake, she can hear and feel her own heartbeat throbbing faster, her muffled noises get louder, until my c_ck pops out of her mouth. She's gasping and saying "f-ck, f_ck, ohhh, f_ck" She hears my voice commande "We're all going to come together!" The thought of it breaks the last barrier, she's starting to come two c_cks are f_cking her, her back arches and bows, she's shaking again but from pleasure now, she skin is flushed, denied sight she imagines and feels, feels so much, I start to come into her mouth, she's breathing so hard she let's it spill out of our mouth around me, "MMMMMPPFFFF" it's practically a scream as wave after wave of pleasure explodoe from withing her, she feels her muscles tighten soo very hard around the stranger as my cone continues to fill her mouth. Her body is wracked with a powerful orgsm. It goes on for several seconds. Electric, like the whole world has be short circuited then a wonderful release decends on her. I pull back slightly...

"whoa...whoa...hoe..." her panting breath comes. I release her hand restraignt and her upper body colapses onto the bed, her ass still up, knees pressed hard down into the bed. I climb off the bed and she feels the stranger pull out, still hard.

As her new lover withdraws she hears a bit of a clatter of mechical noise. She's slowly returning to earth. Her face is on it's side against the bed, her arms spread wide. "Did you come hard?" I ask. "Oh baby yes...thank you sooo much...and, uh,..who else do I have to thank?" I released her leg restraignts.

I reached to her and pulled off her blindfold. Her eyes opened, then her mouth opened wide.

"But....I don't....where's?"

Again I asked, "Did you come hard from two c_cks f_cking you?" "Yes, so hard..so good" She answered. "But you were really nervous weren't you?" "Yes. I almost chickened out but didn't want to disappoint you......Sir" "I though so." "So you knew? and that's why?" "Of course."

She looked at me for a moment with her mouth still hanging open then looked back at the desk chair from within the room with the huge black rubber c_ck attached to it, now drooping slightly from horizontal. She looked around, saw an open bottle of strange colonge, thought about where I was as the "stranger first leaned into her..recalled that the knock on the door sounded almost like it came from inside...he never spoke, never touched....She got up and leaned the chair towards the bed felt the pressure the toy exerted on her hand with the weight of the chair behind it. She pushed the chair back and heard the same sound as the legs hit the floor and it rocked back and forth.

"I wouldn't share you with anyone. That said I did think that you deserved a chance to double your pleasure..." She melted into my arms










Monday, June 21, 2004

Fantasy: Submissive gets shared

She had worn the collar I provided her for two years. She had lived under my roof for over a year. Being that we were both educated professionals the collar was how we communicated when one of us was ready to play. She would either put the collar on or leave it out in plain sight to tell me she was ready. If I desired her, I'd simply place it on the piano, where she'd obedientely check every day. We both would have enjoyed a 24/7 Total Power Exchange but practical matters, each of our careers, families and courtesy towards our non-lifestyle friend prevented it.

The previous session had involved me bringing her close to orgasm over ten times, each time using a different method. I used one of several toys, touched her, filled her with my c_ck, licked and kissed her, applied heat or ice, telling her a story, teasing with bits of physical stimuli, even telling her "Ok this time I'm going to let you..." But then each time, knowing her signs and directing her to tell me as she approached it, I stopped everything, pulled away silently, leaving her hanging, suspended in space suddenly without input, writhing, itching, so close to the release that she needed more desperately with each build up. I restraigned her legs, keeping her from being able to clench and squeeze. I restraigned her arms, keeping her from touching herself. As we worked thru yet another approach to orgsm I noticed she was no longer catching her breath between attempts. Her body was flushed and hot, she breathed like a desperate and exhausted woman yet she would not give up the hope and faith that her Master would ultimately reward her. I blindfolded her. I placed her on her back, her legs held wide apart with a bar that attached with cuffs to her ankles. Her hands were tied far apart over her head, at the corners of the headboard. Working her up again, this time my c_ck in her mouth, a toy deep inside her which filled her and vibrated as the pad of my finger worked her cl!t. Seeing her getting closer, her body bucking on the bed, her breathing rapid thru her nose, her tongue wildly lashing my c_ck, so close, close...closer...AGAIN I'm away completely-
her skin reaching out to touch anything, a groan as her breath escapes and she strains before even drawing another breath. She was delirious with physical wanting. She hears my voice, my command: TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT YOU IMAGINE. "Ummm" her voice failed her, squeaking only a whimper out as she wiggled and rolled from side to side as far her restraints would allow her. SMACK as my wide hand sharply found her ass. "TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT." "ohh, ohh, I want to be f^*ked by two men," panting "uhh, huhhh I want you to share me Sir...hahhh, ahh" "with anyone you like, please uhh huhhh" "I want to be used and f_cked", panting still,"Oh please hahh, let me come, pleease" Soon she felt my c_ck entering her again, my arms wrapped under her, my hands lifting her from beneath, my mouth on her nipples, a hand sliding down, a small toy slowing being inserted in to her azz. Now with my c_ck pumping faster, she started to cum, my hands withdrew from beneath her, her scream growing from deep within her, her body tight and convulsing, her hands squeezing her restraignts leading up to the headboard, my c_ck f_cking her hard and steady, my thumb flicking up and down on her cl!t. We came together shaking as I held her, again and again pleasure moved thru our joined body like a chill up and down our spine but hot and electric. Her scream of pleasure disolved into a stammering ummmmhm mm mmm mmm oh Sir rr rrrr rrr her body shaking as I released her restraights allowing hands to wrap around me without ever letting go of her. We held tightly together hugging and embracing. tears streamed down her eyes as I lifted the blindfold. She kissed me and whispered "thank you, thank you sooooo much". "I'll do anything you like Sir, thank you." I asked her "Did you feel free to feel all of that with no inhibitions?" She just purred "mmmm" and nodded.

So much of her life required her to be in control, in charge, making the plans, the descisions. She often said that was why she enjoyed my control. Another dimension was that the thoughts of naughtiest, nastiest side of her would make the cultured, considerate, smart, educated woman that she was blush. Once her collar was on, I was responsible and she was free to go and once there, enjoy wherever I took her.

We kissed and cuddled. I took her leg restraints off. She curled into me purring and nuzzling. I placed my hand on top of her head. She eagerly slid down, happy and grateful, smiling as she took my c_ck into her mouth. I pushed her hair aside and unbuckled her collar as she sucked me. After she finished swallowing me she curled back up and we kissed. I showed her that I had taked off her collar and we talked as equals. "Did you mean what you said?" I asked. She hesitated remembering then said "Yes". We talked for a while and I told her when I thought she was ready I'd make that fantasy come true.

A few weeks later we were going to be out of town for the weekend. Since we would already be in a hotel room for the evening and that would be more a comfortable and convienient place to bring a relative stranger into our play, I told her what she could look forward to. As we packed for the trip, she put her collar on and asked for direction while packing. I told her what items to get out. I made her kneel next to the bed arranging each of the toys, her shoes, restraignts, lingerie just so on the bed before placing any of them in the suitcase. Thank goodness we were driving - an airport X ray operator would be very tempted to say somthing seeing all of this equipment. She obediently follow specific directions on how to place each of these items into to the suitcase. As she did so I told her how each might be used on her in just a few nights including ideas about how a stranger would participate. I could practically see her imagination working and it was clear she was turned on. I decided she'd only come that much harder later if forced to save it up.

to be continued....

13:45L 21 June 2004

Tired today. I managed to wake up and stay up fearful of not falling asleep most of the night. Nice trick huh? I'm not at peace these days. I haven't kept myself up with thoughts of gotta get to sleep, gotta get to sleep in a long time. Today I'm hating work. My office is freezing. It's just one more indicator of how lousy this place is being run. I need to snap out of this rut and get a ton or resumes out tonight. I did accomplish quite a bit around the house this weekend and had some fun too, so maybe I'm just tired but I'm hating life today.

Nature seeks equilibrium. Last night my best friend, my wife and I discussed questions about whether the natural tendency towards equilibrium would someday force middle class americans to live with less, since the competing foreign laborers never had it...or would the increased availability of information and moves towards globalization simply elevate the lifestyles of poorer parts of the world? I fear many americans might be naive.

We also talked about the industrial revolution and how progress of today seems incremental and all about small optomizations. What inventions in the last 30 years have or will radically change how we view the world? Seems like there's a line in fight club about not having any great (external) struggle...

I'm bored and disengaged today at work. That tends to allow horniness to creep in. I remain sexually unfulfilled. I have an opportunity with someone here at work but I have reservations regarding the risks of disease, pregnancy, professional fallout and morality.

I don't really want to post negative crap. I'm struggling a bit with how honest to be here. I know that some things on my blog are intersting to others and I'd like to lure them in...use this blog as a way to meet and interact with others. To get what's missing and of course that sexual element is such a big part. This creates a tendancy to show the best, hide the rest, manipulate my audience. If I do that, this blog and the relationships it creates for me become non-genuine, and there will be barriers to true intimacy and shared understanding.

I'll try to keep it sincere.

in my head: Time by Pink Floyd from Dark Side of the Moon

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Adult Friend Finder - New perils of the devil's hole

Over the weekend a mid Texas newspaper headline mentioned sex, lawyers and the internet. I read the what was visible threw the window in the newspaper machine quickly. It seems that a married woman posted an ad on adult friend finder (.com), subsequently met men for sex and then her hubby threatened them with lawsuits. Several men provided thousands of dollars as "settlements" to avoid public exposure of what they had been doing. This seems to be an extortion scam that might have some kind of quasi legal basis, but I didn't get all the details. I thought I'd mention it here as it relates to shiny shoes post shown on this site earlier. The thought of being blackmailed has occurred to me before, both when stepping outside the confines of my marriage in person and when playing on the internet. Anything untruthful or covert is a liability. I guess I've always been paranoid enough to limit my exposure. There are probably two or three people in the world, who with sufficient hacking resources and time to spend waiting and watching for me, could positively ID me, learn my true identity then expose or threaten to expose what I've written here. There are others who could observe me, learn things I haven't told them then act. So like anyone who plays, I run a degree of risk in order to enjoy certain activities. It seems that based on Mr. Shiny Shoes post that a lot of men are very careless with their actual identities. This surprised me to an extent. My paranoia comes so naturaly that I was shocked, but then I don't hold very high expectations of others so it made sense that not everyone would be savvy about being discrete. I imagine there are those who would say, you play with fire you get burned, or some other lame cliche indicating that in the case of cheaters, especially dumb cheaters, it's ok for them to get blackmailed. To me it's not news, it should have been expected from the get go, but fair warning it's out there now. You can't buy silence, you can only rent it.

P.S.
Attractive female needed for new business venture: You'll be well compensated long term for short term work where you'll meet several new, exciting and friendly people. Do you have a clear voice easily captured on tape? Are you a "doing it with the lights on" kinda person? love to show off for the camera? Well then X-tort-O Enterprises may have an opportunity for you. You'll be partnered with a senior member of the organization who will arrange all of the details for your meetings. You don't have to worry about travel or timing and we'll even provide clothing, devices, little blue pills and special outfits to make sure your meetings are sucessful! You'll play a role in decisions about who you'd like to work with out of our pool of sucessful, established candidates. After enjoyable commerce with people you actually choose to work with you'll enjoy a long term compenation plan....

14:12L 17 June 2004

Hmm, what to blog about today? Today I'm thinking on sailing. Har. Had I been born in another time I would have gone to sea.

I've had a number of ideas that I'd like to work into a book lately. Sometimes I'll just think of a little phrase of description, a bit of dialogue or a weird analogy or similie such as "swarming like germans to a david hasselholf autograph session" It seems like I never find the time to sit down and write when I'm home. I lose tons of what seemed like good ideas as well for the lack of a means of capturing it right then. Now that the weather is getting better I prefer to be outside and doing something. I may have to get one of those small digital recorders and start capturing my thoughts regardless of where I am. That way, when they find my body and play it back, how far my maddness had progressed will be captured for prosperity.

spinners
No not petite women. Those cool new wheels you see on banged up cars! I love them. Actually I love the ideas which I attach to them. I have a bit of a sick desire to see sensible people utterly offended by a rebellious statements of individuality. Spinners say "F_ck you ya corporate sellout" with each glint of the sunlight as their blades swirl at a stop light. Spinners represent creativity, genius in marketing and a disdain for guidance counselors. I think those wheels mock the leaders of corporations who buy umbrella holders for thousands of dollars only to later be caught in accounting scandals. They are the anti-cool, harbingers of the apocalypse for the beautiful people, striking fear into those who value politics more than productivity. Spinners also show that the human spirit cannot be crushed and I have the audacity to tell you that with moving parts that serve no function other than to distract you as you drive. The weird thing is that I don't think too many of these ideas are shared by those who buy and equip their vehicles with them. Unfortunately I think they intend to propel themselves from a image of poorness to an image of wealth. Envy and pride blind them to a perception that bling bling alone makes them rich. What makes them rich is the courage it takes to put wheels before bodywork. More thoughts on this later...

in my head- These days by The Rentals from Return of the Rentals

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Continued: the preferred societal structure

Ok, so last time we saw all the problems with how society is set up these days. I propose (and would happy to have others poke holes in these ideas) that rather than directly attack the behaviors previously described, we accept them and simply adjust the timing of male/female interaction and by doing so many of the problems go away.

The feminine path:
f1 sexual puberty - f2 practicality - f3 security/vanity - f4 mortality/reproduction - f5 sexuality - f6 maturity

The male path:
m1 security/vanity - m2 sexual puberty - m3 sexuality - m4 practicality - m5 mortality/reproduction - m6 maturity

Ideal alignment:
male mother lover mate
m1 f3mom
m2 f4mom
m3 f5lov
m4 f6lov f3mate
m5 f4mate
m6 f5mate

female father lover mate
f1 m4pop
f2 m5pop
f3 m6pop m4mate
f4 m5mate
f5 m3lov m6mate
f6 m4lov

As a young man (A) becomes sexually mature he hooks up with a women much older than himself (L). The woman (L) teaches him to be a superior lover and enjoys him cabana boy style. She (L) ages and he (A) pseudo adopts her, taking care of her as she becomes dependent on others due to old age. He's grateful for all the sex and she's taken care of even if she didn't have kids of her own who would look after her. As the man ages his sex drive is declining and he's focusing on his career. At this point he hooks up with a young woman (M). She's grown up with less pressure from boys since they were getting all they needed from older women. He (A) offers her a stable, secure partner who like her is becoming more interested in having kids and sexually he's already skilled and their infrequent sex is good. They have children together, his older woman (L) lover dies, he matures and is taken care of by his mate (M) who's entering middle age. Now M is looking primarily for sex and she takes here own young male lover "B".

Assuming all these relationships are sincere, giving and social norms would be supportive there are many benefits. First, everyone is getting laid when they want as much as they want. Second, there are huge opportunities for shared wisdom where the more mature partner helps the younger learn. Third, people have a bond and responsibility to an older person they are not related to, making it less likely that a senior citizen we be left alone to die in a nursing home. Women are free of financial obligations while raising the kids, allowing them to spend more first hand time with children. Young men have a relatively wealthy sexy financial benefactor in their older lovers that can help set them up.

Young adults may lose a father at relatively young age compared to the current status quo (since dad was a lot older than mom) but young men then have access to their older-woman-lover's mate and women will be hooking up with new mature man. For biological reasons the age difference between children and their mothers remain the same, but as mom ages a male peer who banged her during her MILF years is also available to help out.

Now as far as Beverly DiAngelo (of the chevy chase national lampoons vacation movies) it's clear that a few years ago we should have hooked up and got this whole thing started. Bev, if you read this despite the fact I've probably lost a few years of opportunity, I still think you're one of the most beautiful women in the world. (She's only getting better with age) I would be more than happy to compassionately take care of you during the twilight years in gratitude for hot times these days...

Thursday, June 10, 2004

The preferred societal structure - first of the mad scientist series

Should I be elected supreme being or gain other unwieldy powers like that of The Oprah where I could mold and shape our culture and society to suit myself I would probably make some of the following changes.

You see dear reader the problem is timing and sychronization. All of the natural desires and elements are present, the crux of it is the need for the alignment thereof. Enough about that for now, let's discuss the problem before we get to why Beverly DiAngelo needs to get with me immedately. Beverly, should you read this, I love the green crushed velvet outfit in "Christmas Vacation", you can skip to below where my email is provided.

The feminine path:
sexual puberty - practicality - security/vanity - mortality/reproduction - sexuality - maturity

The male path
security/vanity - sexual puberty - sexuality - practicality - mortality/reproduction - maturity

The difference in the order of the phases across genders creates the fundimental problems or conflicts for which societal restructing offers solutions. Examples of these conflicts will first be discussed: While the phases of each path can be distinct it is also possible for an individual to exhibit multiple phases at once. And of course, individualy ensures there are exceptions to these generalizations

sexual puberty vs. security/vanity
During early adolescence it is said girls mature quicker than boys. Accepting this assumption implies the beginning of several significant gaps over the course of our lives. As girls begin to enter the adolescent age period, sexual puberty occurs. Teasing, variations in the timing of evident signs of puberty (i.e. breast development), reactions of male peers and societal double standards regarding who can pursue sexuality (slut/stud) all tend to limit developement or focus emphasis during this period to sexual puberty for females. During this same time period Boys are primarily involved in a sub-culture with male focus. Sports, cars and "manly" pursuits undertaken by boys address vanity and securty issue rather than their own puberty. The discussion in the boys locker room may be about girls but it's more intermale posturing that for the benefit of any girl. "Did you see the tits on Susie? Dude!" The female locker room (and I've been in many) only highlights the physical variations that girls observe during a time where belonging is key to self definition "Am I normal, I wish I was beautiful lke Susie..."

practicality vs sexual puberty
Late adolescence thru the student years can be characterized as yet another period of significant gap between the sexes. Males now enter sexual puberty with the benefit of largely resolved vanity and security issue. A fascination with sexuality is started with many less inhibitors. Females adapt to morality and self image sex inhibitors as well as to the fact that puberty is uncontrollable and they enter a period of practicality as a result of this adaptation. Boys dream about sex, girls dream about the future.

security/vanity vs sexuality
Concluding the student years and entering adulthood males now begin to find their single biggest sexual inhibitor, unwilling girls, is diminishing. Some females are worn down others are discovering sex as a pleasurable activity. Females begin to gain confidence based on the accomplishments of youth and seek to secure their dreams of home and family. Women realize sexual power which allows a transition from practical to secure. Males, focused largely on sexuality given the new-found williness of females, enter marriage and make commitments which makes women feel secure and flattered. Women have survived being a teenager, finishing an education, got a man, enjoyed some sex -kinda, felt pretty in their wedding dress, and have a house all helping to address vanity and security. Men, happy as clams to have a willing sexual partner and are pretty much up for whatever.

mortality reproduction vs. practicality
Approaching middle age women begin to realize their mortality in terms of the ticking of the biological clock. Reproduction becomes a focus. Men become increasingly focused on work and careers to meet the demands of new responsibilities, and sex may become somthing to trade for. Men realize sex without reproduction is unlikely and while probably not yet ready or eager for children see peers doing it...

sexuality vs mortality/reproduction
During middle age women realize they have accomplished many of their dreams, paid they're dues and often awaken to a new sexuality, now knowing what they want and like, confident to decide when and with whom on their own terms. Many of their dreams of home and family are achieved allowing time while still physically capable to relax and have fun. Men during this time are recognizing signs of their own mortality. They're sex drive has slacked off, they aren't the fastest or smartest at work anymore so creating a legacy to live on in the form of their children becomes important. Sex keeps dropping from his priorities
"Oh god again dear? Fine. Pass the viagra" "Sally, you have a gorgeous pool boy!, You go girl"

maturity vs maturity
Finally as late life occurs, both genders settle out of a sexuality and are better able to relate to one another.

Jeez how bitter am I?

ya, und now vee vill examine how it ought to vee





0838L 10 June 2004

Back at home from a few days on the road. I had pasted a ton of comments into Mr Shinny Shoes post only to have some kind of interruption in my internet connection and lose a ton of it. Save early and often! Now I'm unable to edit that part of my blog from work since is the shiny shoes post has too many naughty words and our security prevents viewing of that page. Hopefully later tonight I can catch up on that. I'll be out of town (Texas for a wedding) over the weekend and probably not post until I'm back. Yesterday I spent several hours traveling with a new person from work. It was funny, we were both very considerate and courteous but the more we talked the less I liked this guy. I'm guilty of being pretty good at empathizing, finding elements in what people say that I can agree with and generally making them think we agree or that I relate to what they're saying especially when it's a largely superficial relationship in which one is simply trying to make things pleasant out of professional courtesy or since you stuck together due to the situation, might as well make the best of it. I'm not sure it's the best way to handle people, then tend to tell you more, often enough to confirm you don't really like them and then you're stuck for the duration. Perhaps if I was more dogmatic, asserting some inflexible and unpopular position right off the bat, people would dislike me and reserve their opinions for the sake of avoiding conflict and saving me the effort of disliking them and I could operate in ignorant bliss convinced the world sees it my way. If you can't tell, I'm starting to entertain myself with this blog today. Anyway here are my gripes about this dude:

- Does't buy american cars (I should discuss my opinions on this some point, I'm not a blind devotee to the UAW or anything like that)
- Thinks all wheel drive is cool
- Offered multiple "perks" - golf at the town's nicest country club, tickets to sporting events - I'm a customer to him
- Always added a suspicious caveat to descriptions of involvement with his kids in the Boyscouts..."I'be never been a big advocate..."
- Was excited about a big screen TV
- Paid someone to finish his basement rather than do it himself
- Lacked a sense of urgency regarding the work at hand
- Too many casual comments like "...well my wife wanted to do this instead so we did..." The guy never overtly expressed anything negative about the woman but he sure made it clear he had some resentment and he seemed like he had been broken, now just seeking the path of least resistance
- He was unneccesarily fearful of thunderstorms
- He didn't like hot weather
- Pretty sure he didn't have soul and I know he clearly was not funky whatsoever
- Is a laywer

currently in me 'ead: "git up, stand up" by Bob Marley from "best of"

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

RE: Mr Shiny shoes

The following is from http://www.20six.co.uk/shinyshoes my comments are in bold and italics. I had several more, but lost them due to computer problem. I'll try to add them back in later

Sexual politics, and the games men play.


After reading ‘The Blank Slate’ by the brilliant Steven Pinker, author of ‘The Language Instinct’ and ‘How The Mind Works’, I was driven to carry out a social experiment on sexual differences between heterosexual men and women that I had been pondering for some time. For background purposes, mankind can no longer be thought of as being born as a ‘tabula rasa’, literally a ‘scraped tablet’. Psychologists in the 1920’s thought that sexual stimulation was the sole cause of sexual appetite, and that we had no ready-made reaction to the opposite sex. As much as we may laugh at that now, psychologists had no idea of the thought of proximate and ultimate causation. When we ask the question ‘Why did they act the way they did?’ with relation to sex, ultimately we have sex to cause reproduction, but proximately we do everything we can in our lives at certain times to prevent reproduction because we want pleasure.



There is some evidence that men are more genetically predisposed to infidelity to women....


I have no doubt that this idea could generate hostility as it has already done so in previous years. Some hostility to the idea that men do have greater sexual urges than women comes from feminism, and woman have undoubtedly suffered from double standards over the centuries based on assumptions about differences between the sexes...


I wanted to see how easy it would be to get a man to want to fuck, commit adultery or cheat on their partners if they had one, and how easy it would be get a woman to consider doing the same things. I wanted to see how many more men would want to consider these actions, compared to a woman. In other words, to see whether this theory holds true. If this is the case, then women are in a very strong position. It follows that if men want to sleep with a large quantity of women, but women want to sleep with a smaller number but higher quality of man, this means that women can be far more choosy in their selection of partners. (And can play games such as seeing if it is possible to spend a whole evening in a bar not buying one drink). I would imagine that the only times when this is not the case is in the case of countries where women’s rights exist only slightly if at all, or where a woman chooses to be a prostitute. As Donald Symons writes ‘among all peoples it is primarily men who court, woo, proposition, seduce, employ love charms and love magic, give gifts in exchange for sex, and use the services of prostitutes.’ In Western society, studies have shown that men seek a greater number of sexual partners than women, and are less picky than in their choice of a short-term partner.

Any time that one wants something and the other is in a position to give or refuse a power gap is produced. I believe women hold virutally total control over sex if a man restricts his desire to mutually pleasurable, consensual sex. How many women do you know that are that are desperate to get some?


You must remember that I am not saying in the slightest that what is in a man’s genes condones their behaviour in any way. We are moral agents, capable of knowing what is right and wrong, and we make decisions based on our moral code every single day. In a simple way, even though we have genetic predispositions, our ability to feel both pleasure and pain physically and emotionally through evolution out of necessity will lead to a natural morality being developed.
I believe I understand his comment about the evolution of a natural, functional morality, but also believe in an absolute God given moraliity


An amoral egoist, which is the opposite of a moral agent, is in an untenable position. If I choose to act in the way which I choose, forgetting what is right and wrong, that is okay for me as long as everyone else chooses to act in a moral way. As soon as everyone else starts to act in the way they want, however, society as an organism breaks down. I can push as many people out of the way as often as I want to achieve an end, but if I have it done to me, I will not like being used as the means to an end. Evolution has endowed us with a nature moral sense, and we have expanded its application through learning the advantages of cooperation with others, having experiences that allow us to feel other people’s pain, and understanding the interchangeability of our interests and others.
I've never understood why athiests aren't more willing to test this theory..


I tried to keep the experiment as close to a ‘control’ as was possible to ensure that no bias could be inferred in the results. What the experiment entailed was to place four advertisements on a website http://london.craigslist.org under the ‘Casual Encounters’ section, part of their personals ads area for casual, sexual encounters, as opposed to anything of a romantic notion. As an aside, you may be wondering why I knew about ‘Craigslist’, and this section in particular, particularly as I am in a relationship with Pip. One of her friends is coming to the UK to work during the summer and I was looking for sites which have spaces to advertise places to rent, and this was one of them. Hence I stumbled across this.



The advertisements were for four characters I had invented, a successful businessman in his late-thirties, bored with his marriage, and looking for a discreet encounter; a successful businesswoman in her early thirties, bored with her marriage, again looking for a discreet encounter; a male lawyer in his early twenties, looking for sexual encounters in the City of London; and a female secretary at a law firm, again looking for sexual encounters in the City of London. There was absolutely no intention on my part for this to become stereotypical of male fantasies, the secretary and older lady being a general staple, however in counterbalancing this, the older successful businessman (Mr Big) and young, up-and-coming lawyer feature fairly regularly in the fantasies of female friends. I did think of writing a fireman or a nurse into the ads but discounted these on the basis of them being too obvious.



It has been suggested by a friend playing devil’s advocate that I am guilty of manipulation in placing the ads on the site, by not actually being the ‘people’ whom I have created. Before this is suggested again, I argue that I am not manipulating anyone in either the most pejorative or the loosest sense of the word. What we generally view manipulation as involves getting people to do things they don’t want to do, through someone having more power over them in a situation, where the person being manipulated suffers from a lack of control in their actions, being directed by an unseen force, and through a loss of free will in carrying out what they are doing. I have not forced anyone to do anything. I will certainly not be replying to any of the e-mails I have received, inviting as they may be. Were I a less ‘moral’ person (We’ll come to defining morals in another entry in the philosophical section at some point – I’m a qualitative utilitarian where qualified consent is gained, if you really want to know), due to some of the e-mail addresses replies have been sent from there would certainly be the potential to blackmail some of the responders. This would then be, unequivocally, manipulation.



In my defence, what these adverts are at their strongest is persuasion, and indeed in my opinion, are simply suggestions. Men and women can respond to these ads through their own free will, write their own replies, and I did not request any specific responses. I did, of course, have certain expectations as to the content. Even with my expectations, I was quite stunned with some of the replies and had to carry out numerous searches on http://www.google.co.uk just to see what some sexual practices entailed. (Just a quick question – do you think Google ever has to advertise? We seem to do all their advertising for them).



The ads read as follows:



I'm a very successful businessman and managing director of a medium sized company with the luck to have all the material trappings I could possibly want. Unfortunately my marriage has become stale as I can't be kept satisfied by my life and so I am looking for something more.
I'm looking for an attractive woman who would like to have a discreet encounter. I'm 37, 5'11", intelligent and cultured, and keep fit through running marathons, playing squash and skiing in Canada where I own a luxury condo.
If you're between the age of 25 and 45, intelligent, fit and sexy, then get in touch. Your picture will get mine sent back to you straight away....



I'm a successful businesswoman, self-employed, with the benefits of working at home and travelling abroad regularly. Unfortunately I am very bored in my marriage.....
I'm looking for a discreet encounter with a man aged between 25 and 45. You will be good looking, fit, articulate, clean, smart, intelligent, sexy and entertaining. What you will get in reply is a 33 year old blonde, blue-eyed, 5'11" woman (in heels), who is fit, elegant, educated, stylish, and sexy.
Your pic gets mine, I await your response.....



Hi there,
24 year old lawyer, working in the city of London. I want some fun in the city in in the office as I'm working a lot of nights at the moment. We have some fantastic sleping pods which are always empty and I've already thought of other places we can try...
I'm 6' tall, tanned, work out regularly and have a great body, a terrific sense of fun and a great knowledge of the naughty. Am looking for a woman who thinks she can handle me. Want to get dirty with me? If you've got a pic, and think you've got what it takes, get in touch......





I'm a 25 year old secretary working in the city, looking for some fun in the office as I can be kept up late here (it's for one of the major city law firms, and we have a few beds around which can be used). I can let people in if I think they are worth it. I have a fantasy I have yet to try, being fucked in the lifts and over my desk late at night. I'll be wearing no panties simply so I can have my skirt hitched up by you and taken where you want to take me.
I'm a brunette, 5'6, slim and busty with a cheeky laugh and smile and looking for some very naughty fun. Can you handle me? If you have a pic and you want to get dirty, then get in touch, no timewasters please....



So, to begin with, a few statistics. These are all responses within 72 hours of the ads first being placed on the website.



The successful businessman:

Number of replies from a single respondent: 0

Number of photos from a single respondent: 0



The successful businesswoman:

Number of replies from a single respondent: 149

Number of photos from a single respondent: 89



The young lawyer:

Number of replies from a single respondent: 1

Number of photos from a single respondent: 0



The young secretary:

Number of replies from a single respondent: 128

Number of photos from a single respondent: 68





Number of respondents replying to both male ads: 1

Number of respondents replying to both female ads: 55

Number of male respondents in total: 332

Number of female respondents in total: 2















So, as we can gather from the adverts there was a far greater response from men interested in a casual fuck with a female than there were women interested in men. Indeed, 10,000% more males than females responded to the adverts. So, yes, men would appear to be far more interested in a casual fuck than females from the data gathered.



Is this really the case? Obviously I have only put these ads on one website and before I go on to the actual responses received, I wondered whether the huge disparity in responses from the sexes could be due to other reasons for example, if more men than women as a percentage of the population used the internet, or if more men than women use the internet to look for casual sexual encounters and women used other means, or whether there were other websites which were more popular for women to place ads for casual sex. According to research garnered from various sources, the balance of users of the Internet tends not to be different between the sexes as such, but is instead split in the largest proportions primarily between the young, the middle classes, professionals and office workers. From what I can gather regarding websites for meetings between the opposite sexes for sexual encounters, searches of google news and google, in the limited time I had, shows that the most popular still tend to have more male ads than female ads, and also that where female ads have been placed a large proportion are requesting additional female partners for threesomes with their partners in a relationship. So, as far as my (eye-opening) research goes, what I have discovered on this site is replicated on the others that I have found to more or less the same degree.



To the actual responses themselves, and this is where the real entertainment value lies. I was very surprised that men are actually so far in thrall to their penises that they do not think of the consequences of sending e-mails with personal information or sexually explicit language from company e-mail addresses. I have received responses from e-mail addresses at publicly listed major corporations such as Aon, one of the world’s largest insurance companies and Abbey (National), the sixth biggest UK bank; from government departments and local government offices, for example Richmond and Runnymede Councils, and most disturbingly of all the Office of the Deputy Prime Minister; from the publishing company Elsevier; from recruitment consultancies and small law firms; from a renowned asset management company, Barings; and others from small to medium sized companies including record labels, private medical insurance companies and digital media companies. We do not have to think far back to find examples of e-mails having done the rounds at companies regarding sexual exploits and the consequent disciplinary action, including dismissals, to serve as a warning. (Remember the guy who sent forwarded an e-mail received from a girl he had had sex with to some of his friends, and her thoughts on how his semen tasted? Within 24 hours it had been received in 1 in 25 in-boxes worldwide). Yet, at the first hint of a potential quick fuck, the logical thought process goes out of the window. The old Robin Williams joke that ‘God gave men a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to power one at a time’ is in reality spoken in truth. Although only two women replied to the adverts, not one was stupid enough to reply from a company e-mail address.



I can quite happily go the rest of my life without seeing a picture of a man’s arse or penis, erect or not. I don’t know whether women posting these ads specifically request to see them, and I have felt different emotions ranging from pity to alarm, depending on their sizes. When I got the photos of their penises though, I did think that there might be a face attached to it. No. According to these men, a woman is going to want to sleep with them due to their penis, by the looks of it. No pun intended of course.



What has been most amusing for me is the lengths that men will go to, to try and get a woman to sleep with him. Where I have quoted, I have left them in their original states without amending the spelling. There seemed to be so many men desperate to reply that they couldn’t even be bothered with the spell check. When I talk to my female friends about what they want in a guy, one character trait that comes up very frequently is for him to be honest. Now I can see why. The ad for the businesswoman stated that ‘she’ wanted the man to be between the ages of 25 and 45. So one reply came back which read as the following:



‘ Hi,



25/m/Essex. Work in the city, also travel for work a lot, and have the luck of working from home.’



And his reply to our young secretary read:



‘I am 24/m/essex. I am 6`3 tall, short brown hair and brown eyes. I live in Essex and work in the City of London for a major Bank.’



Another reply to the businesswoman read as follows:

‘I ahve just read your post and think that I satisfy all of your criteria. I am 25, very fit and toned, good-looking, intelligent (with a uni degree) and good fun’

However, his reply to our delightful young secretary read:

‘Do you rhink I can help? I'm 23, good-looking, look after my body by playing rugby and going to teh gym and have a very good sense of humour.’

So both men were quite willing to lie about their age for the purposes of fulfilling her criteria. One man who replied to both was quite willing to reduce his age. His reply to the businesswoman was as follows:



‘I saw your advert and thought i'd write, hope you don't mind. I'm a 31 year old male looking for a fun girl for discrete meets in London.’



His reply to the secretary differed very slightly:



‘I saw your advert and thought i'd write, hope you don't mind. I'm a 30 year old male looking for a fun girl for meets in London.’



One wasn’t sure whether his favourite colour hair for a woman, as he said to our businesswoman:



‘Brunettes have always been the sexiest in my opinion’.



In his confusion, however, to our secretary he wrote:



‘Blondes have always been the sexiest in my opinion’.

A simple mistake to make, obviously. About 90% of men who replied to both adverts sent exactly the same response to each, and which has no doubt been sent to other women who have posted on the site. The way that people tried to sell themselves was equally amusing. One read as follows:



‘Eric tall sexy, educated, senusal, wild FRENCHMAN’.



You see ladies, he’s not just French, he’s a wild FRENCHMAN. This brought to my mind the scene in Monty Python & the Holy Grail, where John Cleese’s character stands at the top of the rampartsand shouts ‘I am Fronch. Why do u zink I spake wiz zis outroogaous acc-ennnt?’



A doctor included this:



‘Ps this isn’t a cut and paste form mail that I send to all,’ except that it was, and to assure our ‘ladies’ that he could be trusted reminded them that ‘Also by definition doctors are clean, we have to have blood tests before we can operate or perform invasive procedures.’ I wouldn’t have expected any less, and I must add, how erotic to know.



Some men sent the same e-mail to each person six times to make sure it got through, and which led me to have to delete the contents of the hotmail addresses I was using twice daily due to the number of photos they had included with each. This, and I use the term purposefully, arsehole, sent this reply together with a photo of him dressed in 1970’s gear, which obviously appealed to the silly person in our ladies:



‘Hi, my name's [deleted] and I'd like to arrange a meeting with you. I work in London, Kensington, and live on the coast so there is plenty of opportunity to meet in early evening Commuter "delay" time. Me, 5' 8", 13 stone, medium build, fun, outgoing and 45(boo hoo!), married (for far too long and its really boring). I'm a skier, swimmer, ride a motorbike, so there's still a pulse!’



This person is trying to empathise with our married lady by stating that his marriage is boring, but whether exactly the same e-mail to our secretary could appeal in any shape or form is another question entirely. Indeed, it is fairly unlikely it would appeal to any married woman anyway.



One respondent seems to have invented a new disease:



‘I’m single, 24, and I live in N4. I like being single but I can’t really function without sex.’



So his simple bodily functions fail if he doesn’t have a fuck every 48 hours? He should be able to get sex on prescription then, rather than replying to the ads.



Rather disturbingly, one reverted to introducing his and ‘her’ sexual organs by names:



‘I love and respect Miss Pussy as much as I love and respect Mr Dick. However when it comes to … pleasure, I’d rather treat Miss Pussy kinda touchingly softly..’



That’s all well and good, but are you replying to me or auditioning for a role in ‘Are You Being Served?’



One applicant for the position thought the idea of introducing sexual plays-on-words would be erotic (although not as erotic as the man who signed his e-mail ‘erotically yours’):



‘My other interests include playing bedminton in the 69 position and Lawng Penis where I can serve ram and thrust my cock into you any which way you can take it.



If you like the sound of me then do respond and lets see how things shape up. If not then I wish you all the best in your fucking endeavours so to say!!



My one eyed bald monk awaits your summons. I have enclosed a photo so you can judge for yourself what is on offer.’



A further respondent tried humour, which did raise a lot of laughs with me personally, and if I had been a woman, which quite obviously I’m not, might have merited a reply:



Good evening,



I am a 52 year-old, 20 stone man who lives in his

parent’s loft.



Although I have never actually seen a woman in real

life I do have over 20,000 pictures of them in various

different poses on my computer. I think this makes me

more than qualified to be an expert in the fine art of

LOVING. After all, how difficult can it be?



Fortunately my parents still do everything for me so I

don’t need to work. In fact I haven’t really had a job

since I left school at 16 after that unfortunate

incident with the school rabbit. I say unfortunate,

but technically speaking it was only really

unfortunate for the rabbit herself.



Nowadays I find it’s best if I can just sit at my

computer all day without being distracted by things

like washing or going outdoors. A good scratch is all

I need to pass away the hours.



Most people are looking for someone with a good sense

of humour, which is useful because I have a great

sense of humour. That guy who used to present Bull’s

Eye, hilarious! And the guy with the talking duck, I

cried with joy! And what about the guy who goes around

with the small Scottish school girl? I laughed so much

my stomach burst out over the top of the elasticated

waistband trousers my mum got me from the mail-order

company.



[I’m rapidly beginning to think that sarcasm doesn’t

come across well over e-mail]



Look forward to hearing from you,



Jez



P.S. 28 year old male non-smoker from London, 6’3”,

slim and athletic - I enjoy eating my friends and

missing out commas.



If you want more pics (where I don't look like so much

of an idiot) let me know.



That is, it might have merited a reply, but as I am not just one man but two women (only for today) both our girls received exactly the same reply. As are, no doubt, all the other women placing ads on the site. Which hopefully is a warning for all the other women using the site.



My disbelief, and then subsequent bending over double in fits of laughter was reserved, however, for when I received an e-mail together with a photo from one of my lecturers at my time at university. Describing himself in the subject line as a ‘suave Italian’, he did make the effort of replying to both our ladies but sending different e-mails, which is what I expected as the secretary’s ad was slightly more raunchy in tone. To our businesswoman he says:



‘…Pleasure for me starts from the mind, then escalates to the body. I enjoy and am aroused by a good conversation with an articulate woman. I believe I am a careful and considerate lover.’



However to our secretary he uses an altogether dirtier tone:



‘….Love to givepleasure perhaps starting t finger fuck youon thelift before bending yo over the desK and you would be welcome to come to where I work, I have a private office near Lincoln's inn.’



Lots of men were driven to describe how big their penis was, as if this is the only thing which is necessary to sexually satisfy a woman, one being ‘7 inch hanging’ and another which came with a photo as proof as ‘ten inches of thick meat’.



Others simply described what they were going to do to the ladies. One said:



‘As for fantasies, I can imagine us two meeting up, then slowly stripping off, taking each piece of clothing off one by one followed by sensually kissing each other all over, from the top of your head to the end of your toes, being gentle with all your sensitive spots... you will be getting most of the pleasure... with lots of stroking, kissing and sensual foreplay, enough to want you to ask for more... and more... and I'll keep on till you feel like you're ready to burst...even before full intercourse happens!’

I loved the ‘Even before full intercourse happens’. How lucky are our ladies? As he sent this to both of them, we may as well get them together for a threesome!



Another went on to say:



‘I'd find it very hard to put you down for a second, except over a desk while I lick your creamy pussy, and clitoris until you come over my face and fingers.’



Simply delightful, said our businesswoman and secretary, crying out with pleasure in unison, as they both had the very same e-mail.



This was sent to both our girls, and he was stupid enough to give me both his home telephone number and mobile number:



‘How are you? I‘m feeling very horny! I have attached a picture which I hope you like. I am sure you get lots of offers but I would really like to meet you very soon!!



I am a professional male who works for a Bank in the City, have my own 3 bedroom house in the North London/Hertfordshire area (I can accommodate) and a Mini Cooper S in which I would love to take you for a spin. I am not a time waster (I hope you are not either) just a genuine honest nice bloke who knows how to treat a lady well and enjoys great sex. I am naturally fit, have great stamina and guarantee you great orgasms!!!



To give you a taste, this is what we could be doing.



After meeting for a few drinks to get us both relaxed I bring your back to my house. Once inside I slowly start gently kissing your neck and lips before I slip my tongue inside your mouth. Whilst kissing you I slip my hand inside your blouse and begin to massage your breasts until your nipples are rock hard! Whilst I continue to kiss you I slowly remove your blouse and bra to reveal your fabulous tits and erect nipples.



I remove my tongue from you mouth and start kissing you, moving down from your neck towards your tits and erect nipples. Whilst kissing your tits I slide my hand up your inner thigh under your short skirt and inside your panties which are by now damp in excitement.



I gentle lay you on my floor and remove your short skirt and stockings. I start kissing the sole of your feet before slowly moving up your legs and toward your inner thigh. By this time I have two fingers inside your wet pussy whilst my thumb is slowly rubbing your clit. You are groaning and close to coming. My mouth is now around your swollen clit as well as licking your soaking pussy. My fingers are deep inside and you let out a deep groan as your come!!



I unzip my trousers to reveal 8 inches of very hard thick cock which you eagerly take in your mouth!!! After a few minutes in the 69 position I turn you onto your front before thrusting my hard cock inside your soaking wet pussy. I begin to pound you eagerly from behind, whilst massaging your back and shoulders. You very quickly come for the second time.



I then remove cock from your pussy and you wank me until I shoot lots of my hot creamy love juice all over your tits!!!’



At least it is nice to know that I have fabulous tits, which indeed I do…. Erm. And he ‘guarantees great orgasms’? Does he pay money if they are only ‘slightly good’, ‘not bad’, ‘could be better’, or ‘try again?’. Another said:



‘My favourite sexual positions are doggy style as this enhances your pleasure and I also like it when a woman goes on top as they control and I can play with your nice firm breasts.’


Every woman must have sex doggy style, as no matter who she is, it enhances her pleasure. He must write for Cosmopolitan. He only likes it because it’s best for her! How very modern! One was quite modest about himself, saying:



‘…Manhood I guess is above average but to be honest I've no idea - It's not like I sit comparing myself to other guys or measure myself on a weekly basis!! But I get plenty of compliments on that area of my body!!’



He has obviously never been to a gent’s toilets in his life then. We had a ‘sophisticated gentleman’ replying who on the face of it, sounded quite interesting:



‘Just in case you're looking for something slightly upmarket of the other four million replies you'll doubtless have got already... Oxbridge graduate, six-foot, ridiculously cultured, sophisticated, hilariously funny, multilingual, budding barrister - but I'll stop there for now, I haven't come here to boast after all... Love arts, wining & dining, travel & languages - I'm likewise attached but utterly bored, and desperate to catch up on the excitement I've been missing at home, in the most discreet manner of course. Do get in touch if you'd like to know more - I have several questions, but I'll hold fire for now...’



What unfortunately transpired is that he copied the subject line for our secretary into the subject line for the businesswoman and spent a second e-mail apologising for putting the wrong subject line, and hoping he could be forgiven. Which would have been fine, had he not just sent exactly the same e-mail as above to the businesswoman as he was interested in her as well.



One, in a desperate attempt at giving a compliment from the brief details that the saucy secretary posted, said:



‘You must be the craziest secretary in the UK. You would make a good lawyer!’



How does he know our secretary would make a good lawyer? Psychic? Obviously bloody not. We did have an international array of people replying, from Americans and Canadians, to our Europeans, such as Italians, Irish, French, Swedes, Danes, and the antipodeans, mainly Australians. One American respondent seemed to think that saying:



‘I am happy to entertain you if you want, I have a fat expense account!’



in turn making the ladies probable prostitutes if they accepted the offer, would do the trick.



80% of all respondents said they could be guaranteed a good time, with several sure that it would be the greatest fuck they had ever had. I happily mused, ‘do these people come with a guarantee?’ (Again, no pun intended).



33% of all our respondents were more than happy to give their mobile phone numbers. Like with company e-mail addresses, it is pure stupidity. A large percentage of the people who left their mobile phone numbers were married, and it would not take much for someone wanting to cause trouble to start sending random text messages about affairs etc., at all times of the day, for problems to start occurring.



What did surprise me was the number of men who were, in my own opinion, very good-looking. I’m not afraid to say when I think a man is good-looking, and I would say that more than 50% of those who did reply could be classed as very good-looking or good-looking. If they were capable of holding a conversation, which they seemed to be, I would not have any doubts about them being able to have one-night stands with women they met in bars or if the women liked them, be in relationships. 80% of the 50% I did think were good looking were, of course, either in long-term relationships, married, or required discretion. (Code for being in a relationship or married? I think so.)



It was suggested by a female friend that the morality of the act itself depends on the consequences of the act itself, for example that if a man was in a relationship and his partner did not find out, and as a result the relationship itself was strengthened, then this would make the infidelity a good thing. It may shock you but I don’t believe that infidelity is wrong no matter what the consequences are. Please read on before I get hate mail! For example, if I was in a relationship, and was told that sleeping with someone would save 1,000 decent people rather than the people being shot, yes I would sleep with them, and this would include sleeping with a man, probably the only time in my life that that would ever happen! However it is extremely unlikely that I am ever going to be called upon to do anything like that (it could be the plot for the next Austin Powers movie – Austin you need to shag to save the world!), for which I am extremely thankful – I just want to be able to maintain that I am a utilitarian based on the qualitative effects of the action. Suffice to say, I’m completely in love with my girlfriend, and would never consider it under any other circumstances. I would be very surprised if a relationship became stronger qualitatively as a result of infidelity, even if the infidelity was not known about. As mentioned above, I always look at the morality of an act by the qualitative effects and consequences of an action. I simply can not believe that a man is going to love someone more for sleeping with someone else. If he has sex with another woman due to his partner not wanting to carry out or not knowing about certain sexual fantasies he has, then he either does not trust his partner enough or respect his partner enough to be in a relationship with her. The balance in the relationship is tilted in his favour, he is very unlikely to be satisfied with one sexual encounter, and will continue to deceive his partner repeatedly. The conduct is inherently wrong. If his partner allows him to seek sexual pleasure elsewhere as she is not willing to carry out what he wants, then this becomes consensual, and as long as there is consent, it is not infidelity. If the infidelity is due to boredom with the relationship, the boredom will continue to exist, the quality of the relationship will continue to deteriorate, and so the conduct is again inherently wrong.



She also suggested that if you think of committing an act of infidelity, then you become as guilty as the person who actually goes through with the act. At the risk of upsetting Jesus, I don’t believe that the thought equals the act. The Judaeo-Christian moral philosophy is based on the Greek tradition that includes the notion that humans are born a blank slate. As we are not born blank slates, and our human nature does include certain predicates, we do have certain behaviours that are natural. As outlined in the background, there is evidence to say that men are predisposed genetically and through evolution to seek out a greater number of sexual partners than women, who may be of lesser ‘genetic quality’ than the fewer number of men that women choose to sleep with. Again, as stated above, this does not condone men’s behaviour as men have the simple moral choice of choosing whether or not to commit infidelity. However, it does add weight to the argument that men will think fleetingly about sleeping with women other than their partners, as women do with men. (Whether it is to a greater or lesser degree I do not know – but from what I’ve read in the Blank Slate, it would appear to be the latter). I was speaking to the wonderful Pip about this a couple of nights ago. I have no doubt that I will meet women in the future who I am attracted to, and equally have no doubt that she will meet men that she finds attractive. This is, I hope you agree, only human nature to do so. What I will never do, however, is to act upon the attraction. I’ve met someone I’m deeply in love with so could even consider seriously cheating on her. The fact that she is currently over 30,000 miles away is of course, frustrating. For someone who does not take a relationship quite so seriously or is driven by the thought-processes of the penis it may lead them to sleep with someone else. Not me. Or else why would I be in a relationship in the first place? As I argued above, I look at the morality of an action through the quality of its effects. If, as I believe and studies bear our, that attraction to others is human nature, I am not going to affect the quality of the relationship to its detriment. Indeed, by our being honest with each other, the quality should only improve.



It has also been suggested that I am looking at this too deeply, that I should be looking at sex for what it is, that it happens and it happens in a lot of relationships. The longest relationship I was in was for two and a half years, and they commented that I had no idea what it was like being in the same relationship for a long period of time and that boredom may ensue, or may drift apart from not spending enough time together. I found that idea very troubling indeed. The men responding to these ads who are in relationships or married are probably responding to many of the ads on craigslist, so are not just looking to commit one act of infidelity, but no doubt several with many different women. If men can afford to spend this amount of time looking for women to have sex with, they can spend time trying to inject some spice into a relationship that might have gone stale. The act itself is inexcusable. Writing to me, and no doubt many other women at the same time is purely, lazy and shows a distinct lack of effort on their part, as well as being completely dishonest with their partners. Why are they remaining in the relationship if they do not feel that the relationship is going well? Does the female partner become some sort of comfort blanket to come home and talk to and have sex with occasionally? Indeed, does she simply become an object, rather than an individual? I feel that this has partly proven my theory about Jane Austen syndrome. On an earlier blog entry I mentioned that Jane Austen syndrome is the idea that a large proportion of couples see the ultimate culmination of a relationship as marriage. What the ultimate culmination of a relationship really is, is being able to spend the rest of one’s life with someone else. Couples do not think hard enough about what life will be like with the same partner 10, 20 or 30 years in the future, but instead focus on the A typical marriage vow will include the words ‘forsaking all others’, ‘love’, ‘respect’ and ‘honour’, which taken together mean not committing any adulterous acts. An adulterous act by definition does not include consensual sexual activities in such as swinging, threesomes etc., as this includes the implicit agreement between partners that they can have sex with persons other than their own partners. It could be suggested that I am questioning the morality of others, and that I have no right to do this as it has no bearing on my life. Having thought about this more deeply, it does affect me. I hear from so many female friends that ‘all men are bastards’ until proven otherwise. This means that when I start dating people I am held under a could of suspicion due to the probability that the person I am seeing has had an experience of a man cheating on her or lying to her in a previous relationship. Every relationship I have been in has been with a person who has suffered from a man cheating on her. So yes, it does affect me in a direct way, and I have every right to question their actions. I will go on to say that their acts are immoral. I can say this because a marital vow is a promise not to lie, be deceitful, to go behind a partners back, cheat or commit adulterous acts. In a stable, loving relationship, where an agreement is not in place to have sex with people other than your own partner, these things are generally implicit. Otherwise, why be in the relationship in the first place? As a moral agent a man knows when he seeks out an alternative sexual partner that he is going to be deceitful. Indeed, several of the replies mentioned that discretion must be absolutely guaranteed, which confirms that they know what the consequences of their actions would be if their partners found out, ergo, they know their own actions are wrong. Thus, I can say their actions are wrong, because as moral agents they known their own actions are wrong, and they know them to be wrong due to the potential detriment to the quality of their relationship. Any test of goodness, for me, lies in the qualitative benefits of the action, and here, there is none. These men effectively prove my own belief.



I’ll make the final point, to possibly the biggest blog entry I’ll ever write. (If I ever do anything like this again, I’ll make it the basis for a PhD). I make jokes about men and the relationship with their penis frequently e.g. if all men were yoga masters, than the world economy would collapse, or that in a relationship between a man and a woman, there are three people involved – the man, the woman and the penis, but I’ve found some of this deeply sad. While I know some men are decent, good, honest people (my male friends), I have been surprised by the frequency with which some men are willing to say they are married to try and empathise with my woman seeking a discreet encounter, some men are willing to state they are in relationships or marriages they are bored or sexually unsatisfied with, while others admit that the sex is good in their relationship or marriage but want a quick fuck anyway to fulfil a fantasy or just because they are excited by the thought of doing something ‘illicit’. I’m dismayed that men are all too obvious. Many of the men who replied were intelligent and as shown above, considered the consequences of their actions and knew them to be wrong, and yet due to the necessity of them wanting a quick fuck and not being willing to put in the effort to save a relationship or marriage were quite prepared to go ahead with it. Above all, as shown above it is obvious that a substantial proportion reply to more than one ad and many have prepared a standard response to send to all the women they see, including one who quite happily cc’s all the other women he sends the responses to. (How very flattering). We are born with selfish genes, as Richard Dawkins wrote. We are born, moral sentient beings with the ability to consider the consequences of our actions. It is a shame, a real shame, that whilst all men have selfish genes, a great deal are also selfish arseholes.



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