I really enjoy masturbating, though it's been a while since I've been able to do so on a regular basis. My favorite kind of masturbating is the kind that lasts for at least an hour. I've been known to go for three hours before. Masturbating always makes me feel good, but there's often a sense of loss when I'm done. I had this great feeling, but it's gone now. That happens especially when I'm using a vibrator. I have this usually intense feeling spreading throughout my genitals and upper legs for quite a while. After I cum, there's a huge loss if I turn the vibe off then. So I usually leave the vibe on, though I might turn it down or remove it from direct contact with my clit. This loss of sensation is usually what causes my multiple hour masturbation sessions. I keep the vibe there and soon I want to cum again. It's not unreasonable for me to make myself cum 6 or more times in a session. Unfortunately, this is hard to do regularly. Life has a tendancy to get in the way. So when I have the opportunity, I go all out. I usually get as many toys as I can. Tonight I went through several combinations of my vibe, nipple clips, dildo, and butt plug. I like a lot of sensation.
The sheer amount of sensation is one reason I want to have a threesome. (I'm not particularly concerned whether it's with another man or woman, but my boyfriend would prefer a woman if something were to ever actually happen.) When there's another person involved, that's another mouth and set of hands than can be doung things to me. I'm terribly selfish when it comes to sensation. I love receiving it, but sometimes forget to return it.
I also like experimenting with new types of sensations. My boyfriend and I recently added rope to our sex toys. I like the way it feels sliding across my skin. He tied up my breasts recently so that they stood almost straight out from my body. Having my breasts held in this different position was incredible. It also changed the blood circulation in my breasts, so the sensitivity of my nipples changed. When he sucked on them it felt different from anything I had ever felt before and completely amazing.
My body is basically one giant erogenous zone. That makes sex and masturbation extra fun for me and my boyfriend.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Freeing the inner beast
Last night showed me not only how much I enjoy a certain amount of pain during sex, but also how heady it can all be. My boyfriend was being extra passionate, trying to get me immensely turned on. As he grabbed my breasts, he kissed me hard and moved down to kiss and bite my neck. As I responded more, he bit more on my neck. I loved the feeling. Then he reached down to rub my clit. As I got closer to cumming, he bit harder on my neck. I came with his teeth sunk deep into my neck. There was something wonderfully animalistic about the experience. I exhilarated that I could get him to respond to me like that, yet at the same time feeling like I had gone to some earlier stage of humanity - or even back to pre-human days. I felt completely uninhibited and wild, like I was the first to ever experience this. It's not something that I would want all the time, but it's a nice change from the things we do regularly.
This all got me as turned on as he wanted. After another orgasm or two, I was dripping wet. This allowed us to easily masturbate together. Yet using just my own fingers felt like a slight let down after the sheer amount of sensation I experienced previously. After we finished, we noticed he had left marks on my neck. By morning they were pretty impressive. Here's what they looked like:
This all got me as turned on as he wanted. After another orgasm or two, I was dripping wet. This allowed us to easily masturbate together. Yet using just my own fingers felt like a slight let down after the sheer amount of sensation I experienced previously. After we finished, we noticed he had left marks on my neck. By morning they were pretty impressive. Here's what they looked like:
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Another story
I've been out of town for a while and am in the process of moving, so I haven't had a lot of time to post about anything. To make up for it, here's another story that I wrote. This one features two men having sex. It was originally one scene of a larger story that I never actually finished writing. Enjoy.
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Henry and Terry sat curled up together on the couch in the living room of their house with the TV on. The room was silent except for the low murmur of the television and the occasional rustle of clothing. Terry was curled up against Henry’s side while Henry had his arm draped around Terry’s shoulders.
“Henry,” Terry said softly, “do you realize that our two year anniversary is coming up soon?”
“I’ve though about it,” Henry replied. “What do you think? Do you want to exchange any gifts?”
“If you want to, sure,” Terry agreed. “But nothing expensive. And keep it simple.”
Henry nodded thoughtfully. “All right then. That works for me. So, Terry, what would you like for our two year anniversary?”
Terry smiled provocatively. “You.” With that one word, he lithely wrapped his long, slender arms around Henry and kissed him with a passion. Henry moaned as Terry’s tongue explored his entire mouth. Henry ran his hands over Terry’s back, feeling the taut muscles ripple beneath them. Untucking Terry’s shirt, Henry reached underneath to tweak one of his nipples. Terry gasped in pleasure, his nipple immediately growing hard. Henry continued to alternately twist and pull at Terry’s nipples while Terry moved one hand to the waistband of Henry’s pants. Slowly he unzipped them, revealing Henry’s boxers. Separating the folds of cloth, Terry gently stroked Henry’s inner thighs. They broke their kiss only momentarily to divest themselves of the remaining clothes that separated them from pure pleasure.
Pushing Terry back on the couch, Henry ran his tongue over Terry’s nipples, sending shivers of ecstasy through the taller boy. Henry continued to lick Terry’s nipples, noticing Terry’s erection growing harder and harder. Henry kept kissing and licking his way down Terry’s body, stopped to swirl his tongue around Terry’s navel. Terry moaned in pleasure and tried to force Henry’s head further down. Henry complied somewhat, kissing his way down to Terry’s thighs. He blew softly on Terry’s balls, causing the green-eyed man to writhe in pleasure. Terry and Henry locked eyes and Terry whispered a single word. “Please.” Henry nodded and slowly ran his lips over Terry’s aching shaft. Terry uttered a low moan as Henry licked a drop of liquid from the tip of his erection. Terry was suddenly overcome by sensation as Henry deftly took Terry’s member fully into his mouth. Slowly at first but gradually getting faster, Henry sucked and licked, trying to take Terry over the edge. At the same time, Henry grabbed a bottle of lube, applied some to his fingers and began to stretch Terry. Probing with his fingers, Henry quickly found the spot that sent jolts of electricity though Terry. This action, combined with Henry’s oral ministrations, quickly overwhelmed Terry. He came, spurting into Henry’s mouth, calling out Henry’s name and groaning in rapture. Henry swallowed every drop, reveling in the experience. He licked Terry clean, then kissed him deeply. Terry could taste his own bitterness in Henry’s mouth.
No words were needed at that point. Terry simply nodded and draped his legs over Henry’s shoulders. Carefully, Henry positioned himself at Terry’s entrance. Pushing slowly, Henry entered him. Terry closed his eyes and gasped slightly, more in pleasure than pain. When Terry opened his eyes again, Henry slid in to the hilt. Henry paused for a moment for both of them to adjust, then began thrusting slowly. Pulling almost the whole way out, plunging in to the hilt. Over and over, building up to a steady rhythm. Terry thrust back against Henry, trying to hit that one spot that would send him spiraling into ecstasy. Henry, sensing Terry’s thoughts, shifted his angle slightly. On the next thrust, Henry was rewarded with a cry of pleasure. Henry smiled and aimed for that spot with each thrust. Terry moaned and reached for his aching member, straining for release. Henry lightly pushed Terry’s hand away and began stroking Terry’s now raging erection. It took only a short while longer before both men were on the brink of release. Henry wanted Terry to come first and redoubled his efforts, thrusting and stroking as fast as he could. With a sharp cry, Terry plunged into the abyss of pure ecstasy. Between seeing his lover writhing below him and having his own shaft embraced by the rippling contractions inside of Terry, Henry cried Terry’s name and came intensely. Finally, the two came down from their mutual sex-induced high, breathing heavily but quite sated. Slowly Henry withdrew from Terry, both of them feeling a slight pang of loss. With one last smile, Terry drew a blanket over himself and his lover as they fell into a blissful slumber.
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Henry and Terry sat curled up together on the couch in the living room of their house with the TV on. The room was silent except for the low murmur of the television and the occasional rustle of clothing. Terry was curled up against Henry’s side while Henry had his arm draped around Terry’s shoulders.
“Henry,” Terry said softly, “do you realize that our two year anniversary is coming up soon?”
“I’ve though about it,” Henry replied. “What do you think? Do you want to exchange any gifts?”
“If you want to, sure,” Terry agreed. “But nothing expensive. And keep it simple.”
Henry nodded thoughtfully. “All right then. That works for me. So, Terry, what would you like for our two year anniversary?”
Terry smiled provocatively. “You.” With that one word, he lithely wrapped his long, slender arms around Henry and kissed him with a passion. Henry moaned as Terry’s tongue explored his entire mouth. Henry ran his hands over Terry’s back, feeling the taut muscles ripple beneath them. Untucking Terry’s shirt, Henry reached underneath to tweak one of his nipples. Terry gasped in pleasure, his nipple immediately growing hard. Henry continued to alternately twist and pull at Terry’s nipples while Terry moved one hand to the waistband of Henry’s pants. Slowly he unzipped them, revealing Henry’s boxers. Separating the folds of cloth, Terry gently stroked Henry’s inner thighs. They broke their kiss only momentarily to divest themselves of the remaining clothes that separated them from pure pleasure.
Pushing Terry back on the couch, Henry ran his tongue over Terry’s nipples, sending shivers of ecstasy through the taller boy. Henry continued to lick Terry’s nipples, noticing Terry’s erection growing harder and harder. Henry kept kissing and licking his way down Terry’s body, stopped to swirl his tongue around Terry’s navel. Terry moaned in pleasure and tried to force Henry’s head further down. Henry complied somewhat, kissing his way down to Terry’s thighs. He blew softly on Terry’s balls, causing the green-eyed man to writhe in pleasure. Terry and Henry locked eyes and Terry whispered a single word. “Please.” Henry nodded and slowly ran his lips over Terry’s aching shaft. Terry uttered a low moan as Henry licked a drop of liquid from the tip of his erection. Terry was suddenly overcome by sensation as Henry deftly took Terry’s member fully into his mouth. Slowly at first but gradually getting faster, Henry sucked and licked, trying to take Terry over the edge. At the same time, Henry grabbed a bottle of lube, applied some to his fingers and began to stretch Terry. Probing with his fingers, Henry quickly found the spot that sent jolts of electricity though Terry. This action, combined with Henry’s oral ministrations, quickly overwhelmed Terry. He came, spurting into Henry’s mouth, calling out Henry’s name and groaning in rapture. Henry swallowed every drop, reveling in the experience. He licked Terry clean, then kissed him deeply. Terry could taste his own bitterness in Henry’s mouth.
No words were needed at that point. Terry simply nodded and draped his legs over Henry’s shoulders. Carefully, Henry positioned himself at Terry’s entrance. Pushing slowly, Henry entered him. Terry closed his eyes and gasped slightly, more in pleasure than pain. When Terry opened his eyes again, Henry slid in to the hilt. Henry paused for a moment for both of them to adjust, then began thrusting slowly. Pulling almost the whole way out, plunging in to the hilt. Over and over, building up to a steady rhythm. Terry thrust back against Henry, trying to hit that one spot that would send him spiraling into ecstasy. Henry, sensing Terry’s thoughts, shifted his angle slightly. On the next thrust, Henry was rewarded with a cry of pleasure. Henry smiled and aimed for that spot with each thrust. Terry moaned and reached for his aching member, straining for release. Henry lightly pushed Terry’s hand away and began stroking Terry’s now raging erection. It took only a short while longer before both men were on the brink of release. Henry wanted Terry to come first and redoubled his efforts, thrusting and stroking as fast as he could. With a sharp cry, Terry plunged into the abyss of pure ecstasy. Between seeing his lover writhing below him and having his own shaft embraced by the rippling contractions inside of Terry, Henry cried Terry’s name and came intensely. Finally, the two came down from their mutual sex-induced high, breathing heavily but quite sated. Slowly Henry withdrew from Terry, both of them feeling a slight pang of loss. With one last smile, Terry drew a blanket over himself and his lover as they fell into a blissful slumber.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Jane and Brandon
This is a story I wrote a few years ago entitled "Jane and Brandon." I wrote it one night when I was bored and horny and sent it to my boyfriend. He thought it was incredibly hot. I later submitted it to an online sex toy store that was starting an erotic fiction section (hey, I got a $25 gift certificate out of it!). The site later redid everything and didn't put my stories back up, which was sad. But that's okay.
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Jane awoke early one morning to the feel of fingers softly stroking her clit. As she lay naked in bed, slowly drifting to consciousness, Jane felt the first twinges of an impending orgasm. As the fingers continued their dance across her most intimate area, Jane moaned softly as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her. The fingers slowed, stroking ever softer, and finally stilled. Fully awake, Jane rolled over to smile at the owner of the fingers, her best friend, her lover, her husband. Brandon smiled back at Jane, slyly licking her juices off his fingers. “Hello, sunshine,” Brandon said sexily.
“Well hello yourself, Mr. Early Riser,” Jane replied, her smile widening as she eyed her husband’s fully erect penis. They both laughed at her pun, enjoying each other’s presence. Their laughter eventually died away as they remembered how Jane woke up. The first kisses were short and sweet, tender, loving. Gradually their kisses became more passionate, more intense, more wanting. Hands roved over warm, naked skin, coming close to, but never touching the most sensitive spots. Their breathing grew heavier, their passion obvious. Jane finally brushed her fingers up against Brandon’s hot, hard penis, causing him to gasp. He then reached down to stroke around Jane’s clitoris.
Jane moaned, her pleasure mounting. “Eat me,” she whispered. “I want to feel your tongue on my clit.” With a hungry smile, Brandon eagerly positioned his face between Jane’s legs. He began by blowing gently across her lips, licking them, coming close to her clit but always changing course right before he got there. After making sure she was hot and ready, Brandon licked across her clit. Jane cried out in ecstasy at finally feeling his tongue on her hottest spot. Encouraged by Jane’s response, Brandon licked quicker, flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit, occasionally dipping down to stick his tongue in her wet pussy. He could tell she was nearing orgasm as her hips began bucking upward, forcing him deeper into her warm, wet pussy. Brandon increased his licking, sucking now and then on Jane’s hard clit. With a loud cry, Jane came, her body writhing in pleasure. Brandon continued licking slowly until Jane was done, her heavy breathing beginning to slow.
With a smile, Jane sat up, her gratitude apparent on her face. “That was absolutely amazing. What can I do to pay you back?” she asked seductively. At her words, Brandon felt his already raging erection get harder. Lying beside her, he kissed her passionately, slowly pulling her on top of him. Jane moaned in anticipation of their coupling, little by little lowering herself down onto Brandon’s erection. When she had taken all of him in, they paused for a moment for a tender yet passionate kiss. Then Jane began rotating her hips, sliding up and down Brandon’s penis. Each stroke was faster, more intense, than the previous one. Brandon moaned at the amazing feeling.
“You’re so wonderfully wet. You feel like velvet,” he whispered between moans. Jane smiled down at him, increasing her speed. As Brandon began moaning louder, she squeezed her muscles around his hard shaft, bringing him greater pleasure. It didn’t take long until he felt the urge growing in his balls. “You’re going to make me cum!” he gasped. Jane smiled and nodded, kissing him hard. Soon Brandon came, moaning loudly as he did. Jane continued for another few slow strokes to bring him down. She leaned over and kissed his cheek while he lay there catching his breath.
“Some wake up call, huh?” he playfully said. Before long, they both drifted back to sleep in each other’s embrace.
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Jane awoke early one morning to the feel of fingers softly stroking her clit. As she lay naked in bed, slowly drifting to consciousness, Jane felt the first twinges of an impending orgasm. As the fingers continued their dance across her most intimate area, Jane moaned softly as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her. The fingers slowed, stroking ever softer, and finally stilled. Fully awake, Jane rolled over to smile at the owner of the fingers, her best friend, her lover, her husband. Brandon smiled back at Jane, slyly licking her juices off his fingers. “Hello, sunshine,” Brandon said sexily.
“Well hello yourself, Mr. Early Riser,” Jane replied, her smile widening as she eyed her husband’s fully erect penis. They both laughed at her pun, enjoying each other’s presence. Their laughter eventually died away as they remembered how Jane woke up. The first kisses were short and sweet, tender, loving. Gradually their kisses became more passionate, more intense, more wanting. Hands roved over warm, naked skin, coming close to, but never touching the most sensitive spots. Their breathing grew heavier, their passion obvious. Jane finally brushed her fingers up against Brandon’s hot, hard penis, causing him to gasp. He then reached down to stroke around Jane’s clitoris.
Jane moaned, her pleasure mounting. “Eat me,” she whispered. “I want to feel your tongue on my clit.” With a hungry smile, Brandon eagerly positioned his face between Jane’s legs. He began by blowing gently across her lips, licking them, coming close to her clit but always changing course right before he got there. After making sure she was hot and ready, Brandon licked across her clit. Jane cried out in ecstasy at finally feeling his tongue on her hottest spot. Encouraged by Jane’s response, Brandon licked quicker, flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit, occasionally dipping down to stick his tongue in her wet pussy. He could tell she was nearing orgasm as her hips began bucking upward, forcing him deeper into her warm, wet pussy. Brandon increased his licking, sucking now and then on Jane’s hard clit. With a loud cry, Jane came, her body writhing in pleasure. Brandon continued licking slowly until Jane was done, her heavy breathing beginning to slow.
With a smile, Jane sat up, her gratitude apparent on her face. “That was absolutely amazing. What can I do to pay you back?” she asked seductively. At her words, Brandon felt his already raging erection get harder. Lying beside her, he kissed her passionately, slowly pulling her on top of him. Jane moaned in anticipation of their coupling, little by little lowering herself down onto Brandon’s erection. When she had taken all of him in, they paused for a moment for a tender yet passionate kiss. Then Jane began rotating her hips, sliding up and down Brandon’s penis. Each stroke was faster, more intense, than the previous one. Brandon moaned at the amazing feeling.
“You’re so wonderfully wet. You feel like velvet,” he whispered between moans. Jane smiled down at him, increasing her speed. As Brandon began moaning louder, she squeezed her muscles around his hard shaft, bringing him greater pleasure. It didn’t take long until he felt the urge growing in his balls. “You’re going to make me cum!” he gasped. Jane smiled and nodded, kissing him hard. Soon Brandon came, moaning loudly as he did. Jane continued for another few slow strokes to bring him down. She leaned over and kissed his cheek while he lay there catching his breath.
“Some wake up call, huh?” he playfully said. Before long, they both drifted back to sleep in each other’s embrace.
Monday, June 25, 2007
A Sense of Power
I've come to discover that I feel this incredible sense of power knowing that I can turn people on (primarily my boyfriend, but there's evidence from others). This occurs primarily through discussing my masturbatory activities, which are generally well documented over on Kittenhate.
I had a pretty damn good time playing with myself last night, involving a vibrator, dildo, showerhead, and 2 hours of time. In passing this afternoon, I mentioned to my boyfriend that I spent time playing last night. He always likes hearing about what I've done, but his kids were still at home. This succeeded in teasing him pretty well and getting him a bit worked up for later.
He called back later after his kids were out of the house. After some boring small talk and discussion of random news stories found online, I said something that reminded him that I had an erotic story to tell him. He asked if he should get his toy and I told him it was up to him (he didn't get it). After a couple interruptions by incoming phone calls, I finally managed to tell him about how I played with myself, fucking myself hard, and coming many many times over the course of 2 hours. By the time I finished, he said he was hard as hell and could probably cum pretty fast. All from listening to how I masturbated last night. I started talking dirty to him, telling him how much I wanted to suck and fuck him. In little more than a minute he was cumming.
This gave me an incredible sense of power. I've felt it before, but never really considered it until today. I love the fact that I can easily turn someone on, even if I'm not the epitome of today's skewed beauty standard. This ability to turn others on (and make them cum) also turns me on. I get horny knowing that I've gotten my boyfriend off. I get a horny little twist in my stomach when I get messages from people saying that my stories turned them on. I like that I have the power to turn them on, and in turn, that the power turns me on.
I had a pretty damn good time playing with myself last night, involving a vibrator, dildo, showerhead, and 2 hours of time. In passing this afternoon, I mentioned to my boyfriend that I spent time playing last night. He always likes hearing about what I've done, but his kids were still at home. This succeeded in teasing him pretty well and getting him a bit worked up for later.
He called back later after his kids were out of the house. After some boring small talk and discussion of random news stories found online, I said something that reminded him that I had an erotic story to tell him. He asked if he should get his toy and I told him it was up to him (he didn't get it). After a couple interruptions by incoming phone calls, I finally managed to tell him about how I played with myself, fucking myself hard, and coming many many times over the course of 2 hours. By the time I finished, he said he was hard as hell and could probably cum pretty fast. All from listening to how I masturbated last night. I started talking dirty to him, telling him how much I wanted to suck and fuck him. In little more than a minute he was cumming.
This gave me an incredible sense of power. I've felt it before, but never really considered it until today. I love the fact that I can easily turn someone on, even if I'm not the epitome of today's skewed beauty standard. This ability to turn others on (and make them cum) also turns me on. I get horny knowing that I've gotten my boyfriend off. I get a horny little twist in my stomach when I get messages from people saying that my stories turned them on. I like that I have the power to turn them on, and in turn, that the power turns me on.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Perchance to Dream
I had a very interesting dream last night. In it, I was staying at some sort of resort with my boyfriend. I was hanging out in my room with one of my friends from college, a very hot and sexual woman. We'll call her "J." We were both lounging on the bed and her bikini top had come off somehow. I've always been attracted to J, and the thought crossed my mind of doing something to her. On a whim, I leaned over her and sucked/licked her left nipple. She was very caught off guard, but seemed to enjoy it. We began making out and were both suddenly unclothed, in the way that things change in dreams. I slowly worked my way down J's body and finally reached her beautiful pussy. It was wonderful to start licking it, working my tongue up and down, sucking on her clit. For some reason, it turned green for a little while, but that didn't bother me. I continued licking her and made her cum. While I was still licking her, my boyfriend came back. He was excited to see that J and I were so sexually entangled and quickly stripped himself. He lay down between my legs and started eating me while I was eating J. I moaned loudly into her dripping pussy, which turned her on more. We continued in this vein for quite a while.
After a skip in the dream, I was in my boyfriend's classroom and telling him I was going to get lunch. Then I made a joke that I was hungry despite eating a lot this morning. He got mad at me because he was convinced that a student in the front row knew exactly what I was talking about.
In real life, I made out with J once, but that was all there was. That only happened because some frat guys said we could get in free to their party the next night if we made out for them. I went home so horny that night...
Tonight on the phone I told my boyfriend about the dream. It really turned him on. He thinks J is pretty hot as well. With the dream as a starting point, we ended up masturbating together. Not as fun as actually fucking him, but good nonetheless.
After a skip in the dream, I was in my boyfriend's classroom and telling him I was going to get lunch. Then I made a joke that I was hungry despite eating a lot this morning. He got mad at me because he was convinced that a student in the front row knew exactly what I was talking about.
In real life, I made out with J once, but that was all there was. That only happened because some frat guys said we could get in free to their party the next night if we made out for them. I went home so horny that night...
Tonight on the phone I told my boyfriend about the dream. It really turned him on. He thinks J is pretty hot as well. With the dream as a starting point, we ended up masturbating together. Not as fun as actually fucking him, but good nonetheless.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Introduction
I suppose it helps to start off with who I am. I'm a 25-year-old female from New York State. I enjoy sex and all forms of sexual expression. I created this blog to be able to talk more about sex and how it relates to my life. I have something else to talk about my life, which isn't quite as interesting.
I'm not a fan of having to wear clothes. I'm usually only half-dressed at home if I bother with any clothes. I love waking up and wandering around with a robe at most. My apartment tends to be littered with the clothing I shed once I get home. Since I live alone, this isn't a problem. Living alone is also helpful because it means I can masturbate whenever I want. Which tends to be often.
I'm currently dating a man that I love with my whole heart. We have absolutely amazing sex. Unfortunately, we live two hours apart, so we can't have sex as frequently as either of us would prefer.
I'm not sure what else really needs to be included right now. I'll flesh out who I am with time.
I'm not a fan of having to wear clothes. I'm usually only half-dressed at home if I bother with any clothes. I love waking up and wandering around with a robe at most. My apartment tends to be littered with the clothing I shed once I get home. Since I live alone, this isn't a problem. Living alone is also helpful because it means I can masturbate whenever I want. Which tends to be often.
I'm currently dating a man that I love with my whole heart. We have absolutely amazing sex. Unfortunately, we live two hours apart, so we can't have sex as frequently as either of us would prefer.
I'm not sure what else really needs to be included right now. I'll flesh out who I am with time.
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