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Speaker 1: moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Melissa
Speaker 1: stared at the ceiling, her eyes looking unseeingly at the
Speaker 1: ceiling fan tracing its slow path in the shadows of
Speaker 1: the night. Closing her eyes, she just knew sleep was
Speaker 1: beyond her at the moment. She ate far too much
Speaker 1: for sleep. It had been three, maybe four months since
Speaker 1: she and Chris had had sex. Damn, she could barely
Speaker 1: remember how it felt. Turning on her side, she looked
Speaker 1: at his back as he slept a gentle snore, emphasizing
Speaker 1: his slumber. Slipping her hand down over her stomach, pressing
Speaker 1: under the waistband of her pajamas, moving over her mound.
Speaker 1: The heat that burnt between her thighs scorched her fingertips.
Speaker 1: Her feminine desire kissed a warm line and down her thighs,
Speaker 1: emphasizing her need, Pulling her hand back up. She didn't
Speaker 1: want to get herself off. She wanted Chris to get
Speaker 1: her off, for them to share it. God, she wanted
Speaker 1: to have him inside her. They might be rapidly approaching
Speaker 1: middle age, or maybe just past it, but they were
Speaker 1: more them physically capable. It just wasn't normal, not having
Speaker 1: a decent sex life at their age. When she met
Speaker 1: her friends and they spoke of their apparently passionate sex lives,
Speaker 1: she just smiled and nodded. She'd always been the quiet
Speaker 1: mouse of the group anyway, so no one expected her
Speaker 1: to wax lyrical about her sex life. In truth, they
Speaker 1: probably assumed she just had sex once a week on
Speaker 1: a Sunday morning, and that was it. Kissing the top
Speaker 1: of Chris's back, her hands sliding over his waist and
Speaker 1: invading his shorts, her fingers gently caressing his flaccid cock.
Speaker 1: Chrisman gently before his fingers gripped her wrists lightly and
Speaker 1: pushed her hand back as he muttered, not no, sweetheart,
Speaker 1: I'm tired. Melissa rolled on to her back and once
Speaker 1: again stared at the ceiling. She shouldn't be annoyed, she thought,
Speaker 1: but Chris's interest in her physically had weighed dramatically over
Speaker 1: the past year. Sure, the rest of their relationship was fine,
Speaker 1: but it felt like they were companions more than lovers,
Speaker 1: and she needed the lover part of their relationship now
Speaker 1: more than she ever had. It made her feel so
Speaker 1: ugly and unwanted when he rejected her letting her hands
Speaker 1: slip over her stomach. Feeling her unwanted curves, she began
Speaker 1: to wonder if that was the issue. She wasn't a
Speaker 1: spring chicken anymore, and after giving birth the three kids
Speaker 1: and the enemy of gravity doing its worse. She wasn't
Speaker 1: as slim as she once was. She was still petite,
Speaker 1: her dark curly hair now flecked with gray. She wondered
Speaker 1: if she had actually let herself go. She cursed herself
Speaker 1: for even thinking it. Chris's hair was thinning, his stomach
Speaker 1: drooped a little more than when she had met him.
Speaker 1: That was life, she thought, before her frustration turned to anger.
Speaker 1: She slipped out at the marital bed, needing to find
Speaker 1: a distraction so she might sleep again. Not daring to
Speaker 1: turn the TV on for fear of the sound waking
Speaker 1: Chris and him being grouchy all day, she went to
Speaker 1: their PC. Actually, in reality, it was Chris's PC for
Speaker 1: his work as a designer, but she did occasionally use
Speaker 1: it and just about could remember how to navigate the Internet.
Speaker 1: Opening the browser, she tried to remember the web address
Speaker 1: of some good porn sites. Her friends would be shocked
Speaker 1: if they knew she watched porn. Her friends would be
Speaker 1: shocked to think she watched porn, but recently it was
Speaker 1: the only way she got any orgasms. She would buy
Speaker 1: a vibrator, but was sure Chris would trip over it eventually,
Speaker 1: and he could be such a prude about things, so
Speaker 1: she relied on her fingers and imagination. Flipping through the
Speaker 1: endless categories on the screen, she eventually settled on cunnilingus.
Speaker 1: She adored receiving oral sex. He was just so intimate
Speaker 1: and sensuous, possibly more so than having Chris inside her.
Speaker 1: Watching the screen, the woman knelt over the man's stubbled
Speaker 1: face as she watched her lower herself onto his lips.
Speaker 1: Melissa could feel the heat burning through her pussy. Almost automatically,
Speaker 1: her hands slipped back into her pajama bottoms and explored
Speaker 1: her pussy, stroking her fingers along the length of her folds.
Speaker 1: She was just so down wet. The woman's face contorted
Speaker 1: into an expression of absolute pleasure as his tongue gently
Speaker 1: circled her clit. Melissa's finger mirrored his tongue, circling her
Speaker 1: own clit, slowly resisting the urge to just rub it enthusiastically.
Speaker 1: She knew her orgasm would be so much more intense
Speaker 1: because of it, denying her nub the pleasure it craved.
Speaker 1: Her eyes fixated on the screen, the man eventually lifted
Speaker 1: his head back and with two fingers, spanked the woman's clit,
Speaker 1: a shudder of intense pleasure shaking through her body. Her
Speaker 1: fingers tightened in his hair as he resumed circling her
Speaker 1: clit gently. Mesmerized, Melissa pulled her pajamas down and spanked
Speaker 1: her own clit with two fingers. There was a brief
Speaker 1: bolt of electricity that passed through a pussy, descending into
Speaker 1: a warm glow that resonated through her whole body. As
Speaker 1: she continued to gently circle it. It was becoming increasingly
Speaker 1: difficult to restrain this need to touch her clit and
Speaker 1: let the onslaught of the orgasm she needed so bad
Speaker 1: to explode through her body. Watching the man on the
Speaker 1: screen sobbed the woman's clit and then drag his teeth
Speaker 1: along it slowly, sent a fresh jolt of heat right
Speaker 1: into her clit. Melissa grasped her clit between her fingernails
Speaker 1: and dragged it her thighs, tense with the intensity of
Speaker 1: electricity assaulting every nerve in her body. Finally, his tongue
Speaker 1: descended on her clit, flicking it voraciously. Relief grewped Melissa's
Speaker 1: body as her fingers found her clit, rubbing it furiously.
Speaker 1: Her body's reaction mirrored the woman in the screen. Her
Speaker 1: thighs tensed and twisted with the raptures of pleasure, her
Speaker 1: orgasm burning through every cell in her body. She bit
Speaker 1: on her free hand, suppressing a loud moan as her
Speaker 1: orgasm erupted and deeper her core. Panting heavily, she slowly
Speaker 1: slipped her fingers away from her cleat, lifting them to
Speaker 1: her lips. She sucked her juices from them, the taste
Speaker 1: emphasizing the sensations moving through her. As her heart beat slowed,
Speaker 1: her panting calmed, Melissa's sensibilities returned. She knew Chris would
Speaker 1: be using the computer in the morning, just as he
Speaker 1: always did, and she did not want him knowing she
Speaker 1: had been watching porn, so pressing on the history tab,
Speaker 1: she deleted her adventure from the list. For some reason,
Speaker 1: her eyes were drawn down the list. One name stuck out,
Speaker 1: Kinky friend Finder. Curious, she clicked on it. The page
Speaker 1: opened to announce it as a premium place to meet
Speaker 1: online friends who shared an interest in BDSM. Melissa just
Speaker 1: mouthed the silent oh. Transfixed, she scrolled down the screen.
Speaker 1: Profile after profile moved up the page of women and
Speaker 1: men either tied, gagt read from spanking or well. She
Speaker 1: wasn't quite sure how to describe some of it, but
Speaker 1: it's sure as hell didn't look comfortable. Assuring herself it
Speaker 1: was probably an advert Chris had accidentally clicked on, she
Speaker 1: moved back to his history. One more pages were evident
Speaker 1: from kinky FriendFinder. He seemed to be on it several
Speaker 1: times a day. Profile after profiles showed up women who
Speaker 1: wanted to dominate or be dominated, women into bondage, spanking, justizing, punishing.
Speaker 1: Is this really what Chris was into? Before the kids?
Speaker 1: They had messed around with some games, but this was
Speaker 1: a completely new league to Melissa. This was a world
Speaker 1: she never really knew existed. Her friends had discussed spanking
Speaker 1: by the way, they said it was sensuous. This was brutal.
Speaker 1: Looking up at the top right of the screen, she
Speaker 1: noticed a blank profile image and underneath it a red,
Speaker 1: flashing message you have new mail. Sirking in a breath,
Speaker 1: she steeled herself for whatever might lay beyond that flashing
Speaker 1: red message and clicked it. The screen rapidly filled with
Speaker 1: a long list of messages, most of them apparently read,
Speaker 1: but the top one remained highlighted and presumably unread. Not
Speaker 1: wanting any evidence of her discovery, Melissa decided not to
Speaker 1: open the message, just to content herself with reading the introduction,
Speaker 1: Hi Chris Tom seventy one, I would love to switch
Speaker 1: with you. Just look at my profile video and you'll
Speaker 1: see how experienced I am. In the scene, Melissa managed
Speaker 1: to resist her curiosity for a whole thirty seconds before
Speaker 1: clicking the link for Red Curls eighty six profile. A
Speaker 1: series of photos and videos appeared on the screen, sshing
Speaker 1: by the mass of red curls on her head. Her
Speaker 1: name was well chosen. Unfortunately, she had no other hair
Speaker 1: to show if she was natural or not. Maybe she
Speaker 1: was just a mousey brown that had got bored. She
Speaker 1: had managed to string a whole three sentences together as
Speaker 1: a profile, Melissa mused, obviously relying on the videos that
Speaker 1: taunted Melissa as a way to attract mates. Unable to
Speaker 1: resist any longer, she just had to click play. The
Speaker 1: screen flickered for a moment before the video started. This
Speaker 1: was obviously a home made movie, she thought. A large
Speaker 1: bed dominated the screen. It looked overly fluffy to Melissa,
Speaker 1: but that thought quickly vanished as Red Curls eighty six
Speaker 1: walked in to shot. Her skin looked like porcelain white
Speaker 1: against her black lingerie. A long robe framed her body
Speaker 1: as she moved around the screen. She held her hands up.
Speaker 1: She held what seemed to be manacles. She stared straight
Speaker 1: at the camera, beckoning someone to come nearer. There was
Speaker 1: something darkly fascinating about the video, something that seemed to
Speaker 1: draw Melissa in. There was an air about it, attention,
Speaker 1: quite unlike the sensuality of the last video she watched.
Speaker 1: She tried for a moment to stop it playing, telling
Speaker 1: herself she didn't like this kind of thing. She couldn't
Speaker 1: she was a good girl. Something fascinated her about what
Speaker 1: was going to happen next. Suddenly, the unmistakable view of
Speaker 1: a man's asked walked in too shot from behind the camera.
Speaker 1: Taking the manacles from bread Curls eighty six open hand,
Speaker 1: he attached one wrist and then led her to the bed.
Speaker 1: She lay on the bed as he threaded the chain
Speaker 1: of the manacles through the metal bed frame and secured
Speaker 1: her other wrist in the waiting manacle. Red Curls eighty
Speaker 1: six's body right on the bed, pulling against her bondage,
Speaker 1: pushing her legs down. Her body twisted in some act
Speaker 1: of denial for the first time. The man turned side
Speaker 1: on and Melissa got a full view of his throbbing erection,
Speaker 1: gasping involuntarily at his size. Her pussy still throbbed from
Speaker 1: her earlier orgasm, but damn it throbbed again. Her whole
Speaker 1: pussy fell like it was suddenly electric. The man grabbed
Speaker 1: Red Curls eighty six his ankle, but she kicked back
Speaker 1: like some naughty child who was refusing to go to bed.
Speaker 1: She wrenched her ankle from his grip. Obviously displeased with her,
Speaker 1: the man wrapped his arms around her legs before pushing
Speaker 1: them back over her head. Suddenly, Red Curls eighty six
Speaker 1: looked so vulnerable and prone. The man brought his hand
Speaker 1: round in a swift dark The crack as his hand
Speaker 1: spanked her ass clearly audible as it echoed around the
Speaker 1: empty room. Melissa swore she could feel the sensation of
Speaker 1: his hands spanking her intimately through her whole body. Her
Speaker 1: pussy clutched aggressively for the sensation. Confusion veiled her mind.
Speaker 1: This wasn't her I'm sure she'd heard about things like this,
Speaker 1: but it really wasn't for her. She only liked soft,
Speaker 1: sensuous sex, didn't she. The man's hand connected once again
Speaker 1: on the bare flesh of Red Curls eighty six is ass.
Speaker 1: Melissa's pussy responded him perfect time, throbbing angrily, biting her lips,
Speaker 1: she realized how dry they were, and from the sensation
Speaker 1: moving down her thigh, how wet her pussy was. Red
Speaker 1: Curls eighty six cried loudly at the stroke, before gyrating
Speaker 1: her hips slowly. The pleasure she was enjoying quite obvious.
Speaker 1: The man let Red Curls eighty six his legs, dropped
Speaker 1: back to the bed and walked toward the camera, giving
Speaker 1: Melissa a very close view of his erection as it
Speaker 1: swayed in the air, licking her lips and dark thoughts
Speaker 1: invaded her mind. Images played inside her head, things that
Speaker 1: she'd never imagined before. He grabbed the camera and moved
Speaker 1: it to the foot of the bed, where the red
Speaker 1: had still writhed. Every now and then, Melissa caught a
Speaker 1: glimpse of her sparkling pussy, his lips swollen and red.
Speaker 1: They looked so hot, so sensitive, so eviting. Unbeknownst to her,
Speaker 1: Melissa's hand had already moved between her thighs, and her
Speaker 1: fingers were teasing her clips slowly as she watched every movement.
Speaker 1: The man appeared back and shot again, holding another pair
Speaker 1: of manacles, his voice dark and annoyed as he spoke,
Speaker 1: if you're going to act like a brat, then I
Speaker 1: will punish you like one. Grabbing a loose ankle, he
Speaker 1: quickly fastened a manacle strap, lacing the chain through the
Speaker 1: metal bed frame. He then attached the free manacle to
Speaker 1: her other ankle. Red Curls eighty six's shaven pussy was
Speaker 1: fully visible now it positively glowed from the spanking. The
Speaker 1: glimmer of dampness shimmered over the sensual pink, producing a blindfold.
Speaker 1: He fixed it around Red Curls eighty six his head
Speaker 1: before kneeling on the bed. Melissa didn't know why she
Speaker 1: hadn't noticed the strange leather write before, but it had
Speaker 1: always been there, she just hadn't noticed it until now
Speaker 1: as he was reaching for it. The closest thing she
Speaker 1: could describe it as was a miniature cut of nine
Speaker 1: tails that she'd seen in pirate stories when she was
Speaker 1: a kid. Whatever it was, the man stood with it
Speaker 1: at the side of the bed, shaking its strands loose
Speaker 1: for a moment before he bought it down against the
Speaker 1: inside of the red head's size. Pink low spread over
Speaker 1: her bale skin. Her body writhed, damn it. Melissa could
Speaker 1: see her pussy throbbing. Without thinking, Melissa parted her thighs
Speaker 1: and brought her hand down as hard as she could.
Speaker 1: A delicious sting spread through her body, quickly followed by
Speaker 1: a warm glow that invaded every cell. She suddenly realized
Speaker 1: she was panting quick, sharp gasps that seemed to fuel
Speaker 1: the ache between her thighs, an ache quite different to
Speaker 1: anything she had experienced before. Watching the continued flogging of
Speaker 1: Red Curls eighty six, his sighs, her fingers marking every
Speaker 1: crack with her own intimate spanking, her pussy burning with desire,
Speaker 1: a fire so furious she didn't know if she could
Speaker 1: hold back any longer. Suddenly, the man stood still as
Speaker 1: he studied the writhing woman on the bed for the
Speaker 1: first time. Red Curls eighty six spoke her voice, gentle
Speaker 1: and soft. Please, sir, I'll be good, Please satisfy your
Speaker 1: little slut. The man said nothing in response, just walking
Speaker 1: up to her, his fingers caressing her jawline in what
Speaker 1: Melissa thought was one of the most sensuous touches she
Speaker 1: had ever witnessed. Suddenly, there was a noise from the bedroom.
Speaker 1: She could hear Chris getting out of bed. Looking at
Speaker 1: the clock on the screen, it was six a m. Damn,
Speaker 1: how long has she been watching this? Quickly deleting her
Speaker 1: history and shutting the computer down, she pulled her pajamat
Speaker 1: bottoms back into their normal position, grabbed a book from
Speaker 1: the side, and sat down on the sofa quickly. She
Speaker 1: was still furious with Chris for whatever the fuck he
Speaker 1: was up to, probably meeting these women while he said
Speaker 1: he was out working all day. I wonder he was
Speaker 1: too tired to fuck Melissa. But right now, her mind
Speaker 1: was still shocked by her reaction to the video and
Speaker 1: really couldn't think straight. It was her day off. She
Speaker 1: needed to do grocery shopping anyway, but more than anything,
Speaker 1: she needed to think. Breakfast passed cordially. Chris was obviously
Speaker 1: aware that he had rejected Melissa again last night and
Speaker 1: really didn't want to speak about it. Melissa had a
Speaker 1: whole lot of other things going on through her mind
Speaker 1: and didn't know where to start. Eventually, Chris leaned down
Speaker 1: and kissed her on the forehead before saying goodbye. He
Speaker 1: was going to be late tonight. She watched him leave
Speaker 1: and then breathed out a deep sigh of relief. Making
Speaker 1: another coffee despite not feeling at all tired, she sat
Speaker 1: down at the kitchen table. She just needed to get
Speaker 1: everything straight in her mind. So was Chris meeting this woman?
Speaker 1: Is that where he was gone all day and working late,
Speaker 1: after raising the children and watching them become young adults.
Speaker 1: She had stayed loyal to him all these years. That
Speaker 1: thought really did make her blood boil. Through the harsh
Speaker 1: kiss of ca her plan formed in her mind. She
Speaker 1: needed to know she could contact these women and ask,
Speaker 1: but would they be honest. They were probably married themselves
Speaker 1: and didn't need the hassle. Instead, she would have to
Speaker 1: join them, she decided, a temptation for Chris, maybe and
Speaker 1: to see what he does. Yes, it could lead to
Speaker 1: the end of their marriage. But if this was the
Speaker 1: way things were going, wasn't their marriage over anyway? Happy
Speaker 1: with their logic, she looked through her underwear collection. The
Speaker 1: years had not been favorable to her on it. The
Speaker 1: only sexy lingerie she owned was now sadly far too tight.
Speaker 1: That was easily remedied, though there was a lingerie shop
Speaker 1: on her way to the grocery store. If she was
Speaker 1: going to put photos up on the Internet of herself,
Speaker 1: she was going to have to disguise herself somehow. Maybe
Speaker 1: they had something in the laundry shop that she could use.
Speaker 1: But then there was another problem. She couldn't get them
Speaker 1: images of the manacles out of her head, not the flogger.
Speaker 1: There was something in her that was so deeply unsatisfied
Speaker 1: and wanted to experience these things. Where this had come from,
Speaker 1: she had no idea, or maybe it had always been there,
Speaker 1: she had just ignored it. She decided she needed to
Speaker 1: buy a pair of manacles just to experience them on
Speaker 1: her own, maybe a wrist at a time, or maybe
Speaker 1: just her ankles. She was just so fascinated and it
Speaker 1: made her pussy ache so much at the thought. Melissa
Speaker 1: returned to the PC. This was obviously very new to her,
Speaker 1: so she needed to find out more. Like she did
Speaker 1: when they bought their dishwasher. She drawled the inter the
Speaker 1: reviews of manacles appointingly either repeatedly mentioned chafing or discomfort,
Speaker 1: or poor quality that just broke. One poor couple had
Speaker 1: found the manacles wouldn't unlock after they'd do them. Melissa
Speaker 1: found herself wondering if they had to call in a locksmith.
Speaker 1: A gentle giggle echoed from her lips, and a wry
Speaker 1: smile at the image of the locksmith's face when he
Speaker 1: entered the bedroom. After what seemed like ours and many
Speaker 1: cups of coffee, she eventually found some positive reviews. Were
Speaker 1: it like handmaide and quality product always gave her an
Speaker 1: added reassurance when she was buying anything. Most of the
Speaker 1: reviews seemed to point to one website. Melissa typed it
Speaker 1: into her browser, Leather Delights dot co dot UK. Sure
Speaker 1: it was in England, maybe they had a local stockist
Speaker 1: or they could ship. If she was going to try this,
Speaker 1: she wanted the best she could get. Damn. She didn't
Speaker 1: want something that were going to snap the first time
Speaker 1: she used it, and she certainly didn't want chafed wrists
Speaker 1: and ankles. The website flick had opened, she expected a
Speaker 1: few items. She didn't expect this amount. Her eyes, her
Speaker 1: mind were opened to a whole new world, and all
Speaker 1: she could manage to say was as silent wow. Lilac
Speaker 1: had always been a favorite color of hers, so she
Speaker 1: elected for a lilac suede lining. As she added leather
Speaker 1: wrist and ankle cuffs to her cart, along with some
Speaker 1: simple leather straps. She continued perising the site, quite frankly,
Speaker 1: getting excited by the images playing through her mind. She
Speaker 1: hadn't realized it before, but her sex life had been
Speaker 1: at the whim of other people, and it felt so
Speaker 1: liberating to sucide on something that was just for her.
Speaker 1: Melissa felt a glow of pride. She added a flogger
Speaker 1: and blindfold as well, selecting international delivery. Sure he was
Speaker 1: going to take a few days, but that gave her
Speaker 1: time to put the rest of her plan in motion
Speaker 1: her trip to the grocery store. Her trip to the
Speaker 1: grocery store was unusually brief, However, her trip to the
Speaker 1: laundry store took a lot longer. She had to admit
Speaker 1: it was disappointing that she had actually gone up two
Speaker 1: sizes since she last bought lingerie, but that had been
Speaker 1: before the kids were born. On a good day, Melissa
Speaker 1: might have hopefully called herself cavacious. The problem was the
Speaker 1: curves all seemed to be in the wrong places, she thought,
Speaker 1: as she looked in the full length mirror at her
Speaker 1: naked form, an activity she did only extremely reluctantly. Pulling
Speaker 1: her chosen lingerie out of the shopping bags, she noticed
Speaker 1: how good it felt to slip into the soft material
Speaker 1: it caress her body. Damn, it felt so good to
Speaker 1: put lingerie on again. Forget Chris and whatever stupid games
Speaker 1: he was playing. She felt good and right now, that's
Speaker 1: all she wanted. She felt special. With the rush of
Speaker 1: excitement still glowing over her, she took out her phone
Speaker 1: and eventually managed to get a position that showed her
Speaker 1: a new underwear without showing her face. If this was
Speaker 1: going to work, she would eventually have to find a
Speaker 1: wake or a mask to cover her identity, but for
Speaker 1: now this would do. Returning to the PC, the cold
Speaker 1: leather of the chair kissed teasing along the back of
Speaker 1: her naked thighs, the lingery doing nothing to stop its temptation.
Speaker 1: She wriggled slightly in the seat as the cold of
Speaker 1: the material caressed her folds. For as sheer underwear, she
Speaker 1: felt so naughty, so powerful. Opening up Kinkie Friend found
Speaker 1: her again. She logged out as Chris and then pondered
Speaker 1: on the screen name she might use. She couldn't say Melissa.
Speaker 1: Chris would figure that out for sure, remembering an old
Speaker 1: school friend, a girl with attitude, somebody you might describe
Speaker 1: as sassy. She entered Morag eighty six into the box
Speaker 1: and uploaded her photos. The website seemed to insist on
Speaker 1: a little text, even though she doubted any one would
Speaker 1: actually read it. When she had confirmed her details, she
Speaker 1: searched for Christom seventy one, resisting the ears to look
Speaker 1: at his photos for the moment, and just fueled her
Speaker 1: anger further. She took a deep breath and clicked send
Speaker 1: message to Chris Tom seventy one and started typing, Hi, Chris,
Speaker 1: I knew here and I love your profile. I was
Speaker 1: hoping you might show me the ropes. Pausing for a
Speaker 1: moment and doubtful over whether she should even be doing this,
Speaker 1: she eventually whispered, fuck it and press send. So as
Speaker 1: Melissa open up a can of worm says you're created
Speaker 1: the problem? Is there something else going on? Well? To
Speaker 1: find out, you're just going to have to tune in
Speaker 1: next week Till next week we can find out what
Speaker 1: happens with Melissa's email message to Chris and maybe discover
Speaker 1: what is actually happening out there until next week when
Speaker 1: we can get wild in bed all over again. This
Speaker 1: is Devil and Wild wishing you salacious dreams as you
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