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Fiction – Rent

I am working on a bunch of stories, but this is the only one that is finished. Thanks to an editor who needs to start blogging!
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Review – Silver Bullet

The Silver Bullet.

For $12.95 how can you go wrong with this little extremely portable vibe? It just works for simple clitoral stimulation. It is portable. It takes AA batteries.

I sort of think what would make it perfect was if it were metal, not just metal looking plastic. It would be easier to clean and last forever.

Still it is a good go to toy and perfect for travel and secret sneaky fun.

I give the The Silver Bullet three out of five stars, because although it works well it really isn’t anything to write home about.

Review: Climax Bursts Anal Lube

Climax Bursts Anal Lube

To be frank, I really seem to have bad luck with fucking girls in the ass. A couple have said it has to do with my girth, but really I don’t think my cock is that thick. I’ve always heard the keys are getting the girl (or boy) to relax, taking it slow, and lube lube lube.

Enter Climax Bursts Anal Lube. It is a slippery watery lube that is distinctly not oily. The little bubbles of vitamin E give it a slightly gritty feel, but only for a second until the bubbles burst.

I still haven’t had that much anal sex, but it certainly has helped paying around back there. More so than other lubes I have seen with the possible exception of Sliquid.

I give it four out of five stars.

Sock It To Me

Confession time. I have a fetish. I’m actually excited about this because I have sort of felt bad about the fact that most of my kinks seem to be mental, emotional or, I say, intellectual. This is something material. Something physical. Something that is just hot. There is a simplicity in that which I find refreshing.

I am talking, of course, about thigh high socks. “Over the Knee” socks, if you will.

I’ve mentioned them before, I’m sure. I was introduced to the American Apparel Thigh High Socks a while back and ever since I have been sort of obsessed with them. Specifically the white ones with the three stripes. There is something innocent about them, so playful, so sexy. There is also something about the legs being so cover that it makes the thighs look so much more naked.

I really can’t put the attraction into words because it goes beyond just what I’ve written. When a girl is wearing thigh high socks and nothing else a little switch goes off in my head. My cock is harder. I want to really ravage her in a very aggressive way.

Partners note the difference right away. These socks make me instantly frisky. My hands roam between any legs encased in them instinctual.

Recently I was talking to someone about pubic hair and my (along with a lot of other people’s) love of its absence. I’ve sort of gone back on that one lately. I think I like a little hair, it is amusing. The wonderful thing is when there is hair for a while and then it gets shaved (or even better waxed) off. It is the juxtaposition of tactile sensations. It’s the same thing with the socks.

When those socks come off they leave little marks that make me bite my lip. The feel of those little impressions, tracing them with my fingers or my tongue. Once covered legs suddenly naked. Perfect.

All images were released under Creative Commons licenses. Click on the images to see the owner’s flickr.

Beautiful

Mine.

The Party

Now, not to put down events like Pleasure Salon or In the Flesh, which are really the only kinkster/blogger events I’ve been to and are both fun in their own way, this calendar party was a much more highbrow affair than anything blog related I have been to. There was a distinct air of occasion. Everyone was dressed up, suits and ties and corsets and low cut dresses and all manner of finery. There was also a distinct New York vibe, which was certainly apropos.

Coming in a little early the Babeland bags were lined up and the calendar girls were buzzing around. Sinclair looking debonair in a velvet suit. Tess, defying gravity with her almost falling out cleavage. Mariella looking a bit more innocent in her demure black dress and wide eyed loveliness. Everything was perfect as the masses lined up outside, ready to party.

I’d been to the White Rabbit a few times before and I’ve always liked it. The drinks were Happy Hour cheap until 9 and that certainly aided in the crowd’s loosening up. Everyone was super friendly and flirty. There was a running joke about how every introduction had two parts. People were introduced by name followed by awkward handshakes, then they were introduced by blog names which was followed by eyes opening wide in recognition and then hugs.

It sort of blew me away that people actually knew who I was. Fellow tweeters, tumblrs, bloggers and kinky internet denizens. It seemed like everyone there had either corresponded to some degree, knew each other by reputation or had fucked.

I’ll just put it out there since it was in a lot of people’s heads but no one seems to be talking about it. Jefferson had made some rumblings on Twitter about showing up and since a bevy of both his loyal friends and fiercest critics were at the party that would have been quite an event. I don’t know the man by anything but reputation, but personally was kind of excited to see the sparks fly. Drama like that doesn’t come around every day. Alas, we were both robbed and spared that spectacle.

Other than that the night was drama free. The burlesque dancers were both hot and exotic. Three women who were completely different. I’d still like to know what Sinclair was doing with one of them in the bathroom for so long. Bodyguard, indeed.

The auction was raucous and wild. It was also obviously fixed because I didn’t win anything. Viviane was the big winner, but in a wonderful turn of events I was given a Pure Wand by the calendar girls and the awesome people at njoy! My hard work as co-designer paid off! Plus I went home with Miss January! There may have been some panty ripping.

My only real gripe was the lack of a DJ. This party needed some good music and it was very lacking. Next time. And there really needs to be a lot of next times.

Fiction – Halloween

A story inspired by a Halloween costume one friend wore and a fantasy another friend told me about.
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What is in a Name

This post involves Daddy/little girl roleplay. Everyone involved is over eighteen.
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Review of The Nexus Titus

The Titus, The Toy I Don’t Get

I am an anal toy novice, admittedly. I have had some success with the Sensual Bulb (which is not specifically for the bum, but works well there), in fact I sort of like that one. I decided a while back to try the other toy I received for that area and frankly I just don’t get this one.

The Titus is a rather small black hard plastic toy shaped in a sort of Y shape similarly to the Aneros, but with fewer curves and more ridges. First of all I think it is far too small to do anything. It is hard plastic, which is very uncomfortable. The ridges make it difficult and almost painful to insert and pull out. When the world of sex toys is full of such wonderful things like silicone why would you have this hard plastic… thing?

Also I may be missing the point because I have no idea what the little silver ball is for. I know it is supposed to sit on your perineum and sort of massage it, but that did nothing for me.

Looking at the Titus, considering the material and the size, I can’t understand why it is as expensive as it is.

It is certainly possible that I am not using it to its full extent or maybe I just don’t have a particularly sensitive “p-spot” or perhaps it is higher up or lower down or something, but I don’t get this toy.

I gave the Titus a college try. A few college tries. Then again I gave a few colleges a try so perhaps I am not that bright.

One star. So for this has been the only thing I’ve received from vibereview.com that I haven’t really enjoyed, but I think that might be more about me than the toy.

Half Jack

Dear readers, you need to know something: Jack is not my given name. It’s not very far from my given name, but until I started this web page very few people ever called me Jack.

But that’s what people do, isn’t it? When you write pretty words about tying girls up you take on an alias. The alias gets used more and it becomes a character. You write as the character and then you eventually meet people as the character and in a way you become the character, at least a little.

To be honest, though, Jack was really born a year and a half ago when my life fell apart and I had to rebuild myself emotionally. Call it a phoenix-like rebirth or perhaps Bionic Man like reboot, I became someone very different. I have different priorities now and different ways of handling things. I adjusted to being 31 and single and I came out of the whole drama a lot stronger and a lot more interesting.

Jack is decidedly more confident than I am. He can even be a little cocky. Jack doesn’t mind talking too loud about rather shocking things in public places. Jack has really good luck with the ladies. Jack is forward and direct and very honest.

Lately I find myself introducing myself as Jack, even in non-blog/sex-geek/sex+ situations. When I meet new people I just introduce myself as Jack and my friends kind of look at me strangely, but it’s not that far fetched. It’s a couple of letters, but it is amazing how much of an effect it can have.

Lately life seems all about changing and realizing things and finding myself and understanding my desires. I am accepting a lot of things about myself, things that I’ve denied and things that I convinced myself weren’t true. Sometimes it is as easy as just letting go and accepting certain kinks. Sometimes it is deeper and it means admitting that certain feelings are ok to have. It also means allowing myself to get into new kinds of relationships. It’s tricky.

Ever since I started this, though, I have felt like my life has been amplified. Everything is far more intense and I am not just talking about sex and relationships. The world seems more accessible, things seem more vivid, life seems better. I used to feel so restrained by all of these rules that I enforced on myself and now it seems like every time I come to one of these self imposed walls I am able to look at it and judge with new eyes if it is something valid or not. I feel free.

So what does this all mean? I have no idea. I guess I am just taking some time to appreciate Jack. He certainly isn’t perfect, but I certainly like him.

Tagged!

I was tagged by the ridiculously hot and charming Thursday, whose pictures and words (and breasts and legs and ass) often devastate me.

The Rules are:

  • Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
  • Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog – some random, some weird.
  • Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
  • Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

My list:

  1. I like all kinds of girls. I have found that this is often hard for girls to understand. I like big girls and little girls, so when I was dating a relatively skinny girl and she found out I had some chubby girl porn on my computer she though “I must be fat, that’s why you like me!” and when I was dating a chubby girl and commented on a tiny girl being hot she said “If you like girls like that, why are you dating me?”. Also I have been with girls as tall as 6′ and as short as 4’11″. Even my constant of “glasses and big tits” hasn’t held up lately.
  2. I have no piercing or tattoos. I dated someone for a long time who was covered in tattoos (10!) and I really love the look of thick black and red ink on skin. I have a few tattoos I want to get, but I am waiting until I am sure (i.e. it has been about 5 years of me thinking about it and I still haven’t done it.)
  3. People seem to inherently trust me. If often makes me feel like I need to be extra careful. People are constantly telling me secrets. I kind of love being the keeper of secrets.
  4. I had a criminal youth. I was a compulsive liar as a kid. My head still thinks like that sometimes, but I keep it very much under control. I try to be almost annoyingly honest now. Truth still has a ring of novelty on my tongue.
  5. The thing I hate most in life is probably corporate chain restaurants.
  6. Almost all of my close friends are working on Masters or PhDs and are on some form of psycho-pharmacology. I will probably never go for any sort of higher degree and I’ve never been in therapy.
  7. I took ballet as a child, as well as tap dancing.

I tag:

  1. Mariella, because I will take any excuse to tag my babygirl. She’d better do this because she doesn’t post nearly enough.
  2. D (of Narration by D) because it’s only far that since Thursday tagged me that I should tag her husband.
  3. Wendy, as an apology for the fact she will never get to do me in the butt like she wants.
  4. Janie, because she doesn’t post enough.
  5. Jay, because his recent review of the Aneros is almost identical to the review I am about to post about the Titus.
  6. Smutty Steff, because she is awesome and her tweets help keep me sane all day.
  7. Desiree, because she s awesome and she is going to come play Scrabble with me sometime soon.

Wet Spots

My fingers slick with her, she lays on top of me, turned around. Her legs on each side of my chest and spread wide right in front of my face. Her mouth far away doing the most wonderful things to me. That is the world I am in now, pleasure radiating and unseen while every secret spot on her is exposed right in front of me.

I know her by now, every twist and turn and little button. I work her like a well loved little music box. My fingers slipping in and bending just so, moving and pushing until I find the angle and the rhythm. Then she is unable to continue with my cock because her mouth is too full of moans and whimpers.

When I add a toy into the mix she is gasping and then suddenly struggling because it is too much. I clamp on to her legs in a wrestler’s lock and I continue as she tried to pull away from the intensity of the vibrations and my fingers. Her moans become frantic and then she is tensing and tensing and her struggling suddenly becomes desperate and she is trying to warn me and then…

At first it is a train of clear water down her thigh and then it squirts like a little torrent. Her body is so overcome she is bucking like a animal trying to escape a trap. It goes on and on until it seems like almost too long, like something is wrong but then suddenly she is still except for her trembling legs.

This is the third time in a row and so I relent. I let her go. She is gasping for air, like she was just pulled from the ocean. Long gulps of the Autumn wind coming in through my open window and she sounds like she is sobbing. I can see her wet sex contracting, still.

When she finally gathers her strength she turns and attacks me with kisses. She kisses me all over my face. She kisses my lips and holds my head and it is like I just came back from a war or gave her a birthday present she has been waiting for all year.

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So I am sort of addicted to making girls squirt. Especially girls who say things like “I’ve never squirted!” or “I only squirt when I am by myself!”

Before six months ago I had sporadic luck when it came to getting girls to really gush. There were two full on experiences and another that I am fairly certain about. After my last relationship ended I set my mind to the task and now I am becoming a pro.

It’s not for wimps, let me tell you. It takes some hard work, elbow grease if you will, plus a lot of paying attention. Female anatomy, psychology, not to mention the laundry bills. Plus you have to know when it just isn’t going to work. One of the many keys is not telling them what you are trying to do, but making sure they are comfortable enough to know that they can.

I will not get into numbers, but there have been more than a few girls I have gotten there. By finger or cock or Curve or Miracle Massager. Curve or Miracle Massager being the easiest, fingers being almost as good, cock being really hard to master.

I wonder if there is a doctor who will make my cock into the exact shape of the Curve.

The thing is, there is really nothing as satisfying as physical evidence. I can see where the fans of cum are coming from. Something is produced and you can smile and hold up wet hands and say “I did this!” What’s better than that?

I actually know someone, a family friend of all things, who is doing a documentary of sorts on the g-spot. She looked me in the eye and said “Yeah, I’m still not sure female ejaculation is real.” It took all my strength not to say “give me some lube and 10 minutes” It would have made Thanksgiving a little uncomfortable.

It has come to the point where when I think about past relationships I regret not knowing what I know now. Not to say that female ejaculation is the end all be all of sex, it isn’t by any means, but it is just damn fun and it makes me feel damn powerful, for better or worse. There are also all kinds of psychological and D/s things that can happen when a girl squirts. The bed is a mess, she gets embarrassed to some degree (depending on the girl). There is also the fact that I am big into forced orgasm play and making a girl squirt in that scenario and then letting her sort of sit there tied up and stewing in her own juices is just delicious.

This weekend it went to another level. Often I am kissing the girl or fucking her or something and I only see the puddle forming or hear it or feel it. This time I saw it for real. I saw it shoot out like a geyser. It was more than awesome. I get giddy when I think about it and I want to make it happen again. It’s like a trick, a wonderful little trick that makes girls feel good.

One little note about something that unintentionally came in very handy. About a year ago I, like a lot of New Yorkers, was stuck by the plague that is bed bugs. My apartment was eventually completely fumigated, but one of the safety precautions was putting my mattress in a nylon bag. Now, I put sheets over the nylon so I don’t feel it at all, but it is a wonderfully helpful thing when things get a bit wet. For $14 you can’t go wrong.

Review: The Miracle Massager

The Miracle Massager.

It all seems to come back to the Hitachi, doesn’t it? Everything I ever read about the Miracle Massager on VibeReview and other sites seems to be divided into whether it is better than the Hitachi or worse than the Hitachi. How it is shaped better, but isn’t as strong.

Let’s put aside the Hitachi. I have used it a few times on a few girls, so I do have some experience, but let’s talk about the Miracle Massager in its own right.

The Miracle Massager is a high powered vibrator/body massager. It has a large but nicely shaped black body which has nice grips, an easy to find bright red power switch (with high and low settings) and a large bulbous vibrating head.

Like all good toys, in my opinion, it only does one thing and it does it well. It vibrates. You can’t insert it anywhere (at least not very easily), it doesn’t rotate, it doesn’t hit three or four parts of you at the same time. You put it on your clit and it makes you come. I know there are other ways of using it, but for all intents and purposes that’s it.

It works. It is not mind numbing over the top vibrations, but it is more than most toys. The head is big but you can still fit a condom on it easily, which is a good idea because otherwise it is a pain to clean.

I was able to help a girl achieve a mind blowing, squirting, babblingly incoherent orgasm several times in an hour with this baby and so is in my go-to box.

It is also very good for forced orgasm play, or so I have dabbled with. I have a good feeling it will work very well once I get the proper equipment.

If they made this toy with a removable silicone head I would say it would be perfect.

I am going to give the Miracle Massager four out of five stars.

A Night to Remember, ft. Mariella and VibeReview

We went out on the town for the day, but the whole time it was waiting there back at my apartment and in the back of my head.

A few hours before I met Mariella I removed the Under the Bed Restraints from it’s package, lifted up my mattress and set it up. The black restraints against my plain white sheets were stark and imposing. It was a stage set for something very interesting.

Mariella and I went around town. A picnic, some drinks, fun times in the summertime. She knew what was in store, in fact I had told her every detail out my little fantasy days before.

It was interesting having such a dichotomy within one day. The cooing and hand holding, walking through the park, meeting friends and so on. Later that night it would be so very different. Hands not held, but held down. Where she was once wrapped in hugs, she would be soon wrapped in taut nylon. The amazing thing is that we can go into both with the same care and emotion.

But enough of that mushy stuff, let’s get down to the nitty gritty.

Walking into my apartment she didn’t even really look at my bed at first. We were still high on the sweet air of the day. Kissing and pushing against walls, all those things that are familiar but constantly new. The lushness of her body and all the things it does to me.

She wore a lovely dress with no panties and the whole day I had felt the delicious curve of her hip and the unhindered smoothness of her ass through the fabric. Finally after wanting it all day I was able to pull up that skirt and see that perfect tan-lined hairless triangle that haunts my dreams. I touched her and felt hours of built up heat and wetness and it made me wince with pleasure.

She does this thing that drives me crazy. We will kiss and suddenly she will turn away. She gets this little sneaky mischievous little smirk and it turns me into an animal. Suddenly I am on top of her trying to kiss her, but she turns and pushes me away. When I finally pin her down and catch her lips, the kiss is wild and almost overpowering.

After that I stood up, took her hand, and brought her to the bed. I took off what was left of her clothes. I put two pillows on the center of the bed and laid her over them on her belly. She didn’t fight when I stretched her arms up and opened each wrist restraint and closed them on those pretty wrists I’d held so tight and pushed into pillow or mattress.

I kissed her shoulder and moved down to her legs and took each ankle and put them in the restraints. Nothing was that tight, but it kept her legs apart and her arms from moving too much. I was new to this thing, I really wasn’t sure what to do first.

I stood back and looked at my work. The pillow under her lower stomach pushed her ass up perfectly. With her legs spread every part of her was exposed to me.

There is something decadent about having a girl like this, especially this girl. Crossed legs and dim lights, sheets and panties, busy hands and blushing embarrassment, all these things tend to get in the way of getting a lovely full-on look at a girl’s bits. Now that she was mine, tied up perfectly, I got to look. I got to explore.

There are a lot of philosophies and strategies to being dominant. I’ve read about them, I’ve tried a lot of them. A lot of it has to do with self control. Frankly I probably don’t have enough of that. I don’t think I am a particularly good dom, I sort of hate most formality when it comes to names and titles and I even dislike a lot of them.

I my hand moved over her legs and my nails scratched at her back leaving long red marks. As my hand stopped on top of her ass I felt the resilient, fresh skin of it and the desire inside of me started getting wilder and hungrier.

I spanked her hard. Then again. Then three times in a row sharp and fast knowing that the rapid succession gets her every time. She tried to crawl away but couldn’t.

She moaned and squirmed and I wanted her. As she squirmed she pushed back, her hips higher and her sex open to me. I got off the bed, letting her see that I was getting a condom so she would know what I was going to do. I couldn’t help it, I had to just kneel between her open legs and slip into her. She was too perfect there, like a candy on a table. I needed to just taste.

She gasped as I pushing into her slowly and deliberately, sinking into wet tightness. Every cell in my body sighed at once. Then I was pushing in harder, then thrusting again and again. It was a little difficult with her on her belly and her legs spread. The angle wasn’t quite right. I stopped, breathing hard, head buzzing with the pure pleasure of being inside of her.

Then I went to the box.

It nice to have a specific little box for your toys and implements. This one is a big yellow box on the night stand next to my bed. In this box is all of my best toys. They had all been cleaned and readied.

I bent over her, pushed the hair out of her eyes, whispered in her ear and asked her if everything was ok. She said yes, but she wondered if the restraints could be tighter. I let out a dark chuckle.

I pulled her legs apart and tightened the straps. I moved them from the bottom corners of the bed to the sides of the bed and she let out a little “wow” as I really spread her out and tied her down. I moved her arms to the sides of the bed too and tightened them until she couldn’t raise her arms from the mattress.

I was getting that power surge. The smile that won’t come off and the predatory eyes.

I plugged in the Miracle Massager and set it down next to her. I took out the Curve and the Sensual Bulb and cracked my knuckles.

My fantasy was to own every part of her. I wanted to fill her up and make her cum and use every inch of her. I fingered her roughly as I poured lube on the Sensual Bulb and on my fingers.

When I touched her ass with one hand as I fingered her with the other she let out a throaty groan. Her body tensed. We are sex positive people, whatever, it’s still dirty, raunchy, forbidden. I rubbed and

flexed my fingers in her, then I brought up the wet glass smoothness and twisted and pushed.

The thing about the Sensual Bulb is that when it is finally in you just see the pretty flared end with the purple butterfly. Perfect.

The sounds are almost the best parts. Whimpers and moans and whispered pleadings.

When I lubed up the Curve and slipped that into her she started gasping and making shaky overwhelmed gasps for air. I watched her hands ball into fists and pull against the restraints in the most lovely way.

When I added the Miracle Massager there wasn’t as much of a change in her attitude as I thought.

I tried to set up the Miracle Massager, but I will have to come up with some kind of way to hold it to her clit.

I left her filled up and went around to the other side of the bed and pushed my cock towards her mouth. This was the real fantasy, having her filled up, tied down and squirming and sucking my cock. Every hole used and abused.

After a while I realized I wanted a better position. I wanted her really bound. I put Mariella on her side right in the middle of the bed, hands behind her back bound with the wrist restraints. I bound her ankles together with he ankle restraints and then I moved the Under the Bed Restraints to the center of the bed and brought the fasteners to their tightest level. I tied her hands to one side and her ankles to the other. I also got some other restraints I had and tied her legs together at the knees.

I took the Miracle Massager and stuck it between her bound legs with it pressed against her clit. It wasn’t going anywhere. Then I went to work with the Curve on her.

It was crazy. The vibrations were intense and focused, I was fucking her hard and fast with the Curve and she was in a completely other state. When she started squirting she pushed the Curve completely out of her.

When I took it’s place I barraged her with filthy names and rough words. She was mine and she was used in every way. I fucked her hard and fast like that, spanking her and holding her hips tight.

Later when I gently undid every Velcro latch, laid next to her, soothed her and kissed her as she came down, it was pure bliss.

Catharsis, orgasm, emotional release. The stress of the week gone and only wet skin and the smell of sex and sweet kisses remained.

Review – Under the Bed Restraints

I have had both conversations and debates with friends about ropes, handcuffs, chains, what have you. All of these have their charms, but in the end, sometimes you don’t want to fuss with all of the paraphernalia. You just want to hold someone down.

I tend to be a minimalist with certain things as well as utilitarian. Now I’m not saying the Under the Bed Restraints are not attractive, per se, but they are neutral in appearance. They aren’t there to threaten or show any thing off; they are there to hold someone down–plain and simple. And they do just that.

Under the Bed Restraints are also versatile! I used them as they were designed and they worked fantastically. You just slip the main part between your mattress and box spring or bed frame or whatever you have. You pull the ends to each corner of your bed and attach them to the wrist and ankle restraints with a little metal clip. You take your partner and put him or her on the bed and, a couple of velcro straps later, you can leisurely do whatever you want to them!

I have also used the ankle and wrist restraints a lot individually. You can just clip them together and they make very comfortable and quick handcuffs or ankle cuffs. I also manipulated the under the bed straps to do different positions: all kinds of hogtie-type knots and freestyle bondage fun.

This is an essential set for beginners or anybody else who wants a simple way to get into bondage. It is inexpensive, well-made and versatile. The Under the Bed Restraints are like one of those essentials in your wardrobe or kitchen: something every couple should get, like a food processor or black slacks.

Four and a Half out of Five Stars.

My only complaints (and for the price these aren’t really complaints) are that the Under the Bed Restraints could be a little sturdier. Some of the buckles and parts are metal, but some are plastic. If all the parts were metal or nylon, it might be better. Also, the straps could be a little thicker, but most likely, if you need more than what it offers, you are ready to move up to something more advanced, anyhow.

Thanks to VibeReview.com for letting me try out this awesome toy!

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