Truly Madly Deeply
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Posted:Jun 7, 2017 11:40 pm
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We played a fun little guessing game in my most recent poll. If you haven't already checked it out, you can find the poll here: Read Between The Lies A Guessing Game.
I've told you five of my dirty little secrets, but only one was true, with the other four being lies. So, do you think you were able to discern the truth from the lies? Let's find out!
After I reveal one more secret...
My dirty little lies were all based on true stories. I simply stretched the truth by changing some of the minor details of the stories.
Does that technically mean all five of my dirty little secrets were actually true?
I guess I'll just have share all five true versions of my dirty little secrets.
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"What Happens In Vegas"
•Did I really give a male stripper a blowjob when I celebrated my 30th birthday in Las Vegas?
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No, I did not. My best friend, Tammi, traveled to Vegas with me and she was the stripper dick sucker on my 30th birthday.
I didn't suck a Vegas stripper dick in until my 32nd birthday. Giving 'Sparticus' a blowjob in a dark corner of club while receiving a lap dance absolutely drenched this dirty little girl's thong! I was so horny that I offered to trade my soaked thong for an orgasm courtesy of his vibrating knee pad.
Sexy Sparticus gladly accepted my thong and I left a puddle of my juices on the cushion of the plush chair that I was sitting in.
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"Your Cheating Heart"
•Did I actually get off on fucking married men better than their wives ever could?
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No! I refused to fuck married men. I was not going to be seen as the home wrecker and enabled a man to break his vows to his wife. That being said, I had no problem being a unicorn for a few couples for some fmf fun.
I did, however, enjoy fucking boyfriends. Especially if another chick pissed me off. It was a major turn on for me to fuck a stolen boyfriend. I even owned a pretty pink shirt with filigree and elegant cursive writing that said, "I fucked your boyfriend." It was raunchy, yet delicate and feminine! Just like I was during that chapter of my life.
On a side note, my Joey used to love fucking married women. Now he loves fucking the woman he's married to.
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"The Broken Boner"
•Did I actually ride a guy so hard that I broke his dick?
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Yep, I was totally found guilty of being a Dick Destroyer and the judge told me that I had to do some community service... On my knees.
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Okay, so that part really didn't really happen. But it sounded good, right?
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Without any further delay, here is my dirty little cock crunching secret...
So there I was, riding this guy like Seabiscuit in the reverse cowgirl position. It was really getting good and I sped up the pace of the long, deep strokes I was riding him with. We were so close to bliss when disaster struck...
It happened so fast that everything was a blur. I am still not entirely sure what or how it happened, but I do have a guess. One of us must have shifted a fraction of an inch at the absolutely wrong time.
I was sliding back down on him when I literally felt his cock pop against my thigh. Yes, it popped. The next thing I remember was hearing a loud, high pitched, blood curdling scream echoing around my bedroom. I was shocked when I realized that the source of the scream wad my bedroom three octaves too high to be coming from any guy other than the late, great Freddy Mercury.
In a moment of panic, I sat down on him, which apparently was the wrong thing to do. He squealed again as he shoved me away and I fell off the bed, knees first onto the floor. Pissed off at my newly acquired rug burns, I told him to get the fuck out.
And then I noticed his wilted weiner...
The look on my face must have been priceless because the dude instantly panicked. He begged me to take him to the emergency room, so I did. I owed him that much anyway.
After waiting for what seemed like a freaking eternity, the doctor finally came in to examine his ruptured rod. He took one look at the dude's mutilated member and diagnosed him with a penile fracture.
I had literally given the dude a broken boner. The moment that thought crossed my mind, I started to giggle uncontrollably. I couldn't help it and I couldn't stop. The dude was highly pissed off. Apparently, he felt that his mutilated member was no laughing matter. He angrily grumbled something about me ruining his dick and showed his complete lack of maturity as he flipped me the bird.
Maybe I deserved that. A little.
Honestly, it's not like his dick was that big...
Of a loss... *snort*
See what I did there? *cheesy grin*
But anyway...
I still have no clue why I decided to wait in the room with the Broken Banana Boy after being on the receiving end of his obscene hand gesture. Perhaps it was the miniscule twinge of guilt I was feeling in my stomach. Or maybe it was just gas.
Nether one of us had anything to say to each other, so we just sat in his room, surrounded by an incredibly awkward silence. This time, it felt as though a millenia had passed when the door finally creeked open for Doctor Punctual's grand entrance into my torture chamber. He sat at the foot of the bed as he explained everything Mister Maturity would need to know about traumatic tallywhacker torture and treatments.
They were talking about the dude's pecker prognosis when I decided I had been there long enough and silently excused myself from the room. I never wanted to see him or his tired tool again.
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I have always wondered if he was even able to use his penis as more than water spout ever again. It didn't look like the type of injury that one could just bounce back from unscathed.
After all, I had turned his exclamation point into a question mark in one fell stroke of my killer cunt.
Ouch!
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"Mile High Mishap"
•Did I get busted when I attempted to join the traditional mile high club?
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Nope! It wasn't me. In fact, I have no desire to even try having sex in the confines of an airplane toilet closet. No sex on an airplane means no mile high club membership, right?
Or is there an honorable mention program for those of us who have traveled alone on a long flight?
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I was on a flight from Detroit to Frankfurt, Germany. We were a good portion into the flight and pretty much everyone around me was fast asleep. I have trouble sleeping on airplanes, so I just sat there bored and wide awake. I decided to lean my chair back and curled up under my fleece blankie, in a futile attempt to go to sleep. My mind was jumbled with thoughts on how I could relax when I had a moment of brilliance.
Or so I thought.
I did have one sure fire way to relax my body and at that point, I was willing to try anything. I knew that I had to be incredibly discreet as not to draw attention to myself. I took a good look around me to double check that nearly everyone was asleep and then I repositioned so my arms were also under my blankie. I slowly unzipped my pants as carefully as possible so it wouldn't make a sound and I lowered my jeans just enough to give me enough room for my hand to slide down beneath my panties.
I was being incredibly naughty and my pussy was drenched as a result. I switched between teasing my clit and fingering my greedy fuck hole. It felt wrong, yet it was completely exhilarating to finger my cunt in the center seat of my row on the airplane. The two peopke n on either side of me were fast asleep and completely oblivious to the finger fucking going on next to them.
I could feel my orgasm building. My heart was racing. I was breathing faster. I felt the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. And finally my legs began to shake. Normally I would pound my pussy with my right hand while teasing my clit with my left to knock one out, but that would be too much. I opted for firm, steady gspot pressure combined with a bit of clit flicking.
And it felt incredible. But it was a bit too much. My pleasure filled moans escaped my throat as my pussy tightened around my fingers. I continued my clit flick move until I I finally started to cum. My orgasm was a lot more intense than usual and there was no way I could have held in the passionate sounds of my pleasure.
I had my eyes closed while I rubbed one out and when I opened them back up, there was a handful of passengers staring at me. The expressions on their faces varied from person to person; lust, jealousy, amusement, want, and disdain. I looked up to find one incredibly mean looking German flight attendant staring daggers at me with her ice blue eyes as she scowled at me, clearly disgusted by my actions.
She leaned down and spoke into my ear, her voice was harsh and her thick German accent was menacing as she chastised me "Next time, use the bathroom for such activities or I will throw you off the plane."
All in all, I really didn't care. My mission was accomplished and I was sleepy. I leaned back in my chair fell asleep. I dreamt about a blonde German Domme restraining me to lash me with her leather whip for being such a naughty and dirty little girl on her flight. I woke up hours later, in the midst of an orgasm triggered by my erotic dream.
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"Sandy Bottoms Up"
•Could it really be when the anal sex I had on the beach went terribly wrong as the guy I was with accidentally pushed a seemingly endless amount of sand up my butt with his dick?
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Fuck no! The thought of trying anal on a sandy beach sounds like a recipe for disaster. Honestly, I have only had sex on a beach once in my life because it was a disaster of epic proportions, for me anyway.
The entire situation was quite awful at the time, but I have to admit that it does make for a pretty good story to tell. But I will not be sharing it on this post. Personally, I think the landmark stories, such as this one, should stand alone in a blog.
At least you won't have to wait too long for this one...
My dirty little secret about the worst sexual experience of my entire life can be found right here: Some Beach
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The End Of The Innocence
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Posted:Jun 5, 2017 8:10 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 10:07 am
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This is my true story of firsts...
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I was fourteen years old and my boyfriend, Matt, was fifteen. We were young and curious and we explored each other's bodies thoroughly in the four months we had been together. He was the first boy to ever finger my pussy or fondle my breasts. He was the eager recipient of the very first hand job I ever gave a boy and he was the proud owner of the first dick I ever sucked. Of course that led to my very first taste of cum when I swallowed the first load of jizz he shot into my mouth.
He had a school permit and was allowed to drive to and from school or school related functions. This particular night, he had taken me to the Homecoming football game. We sat in the bleachers, feeling each other up as we watched our team play their big game. It was quite exciting for me when he rubbed my clit through my jeans until he became the first boy to ever make me cum. My moment of bliss was made even more incredible because our team happened to score the winning field goal at the peak of my pleasure.
I swear I felt fireworks that night.
After the game, we went to a bonfire party at one of our friends' house. We had snuck away to the party. My grandparents thought I was spending the night with my friend Nikki and his parents thought he was staying with his friend Chris. Instead, he had driven us illegally to our friend Erik's house for the party, where I had my first taste of a wine cooler.
Matt and I cuddled under a blanket, away from the roaring bonfire. We found creative ways of keeping each other warm in the crisp, cool air of that beautiful autumn night. The moon was out and the stars were shining bright. It was the perfect night for two teenagers in lust.
Three wine coolers later...
Things were getting hot and heavy as we snuggled, fondled, and kissed each other under our blanket. I had my hand down his pants, stroking his hard dick. He had removed my bra and was busy playing with my nipples. He kissed my neck and then gave me my first hickey. When I felt his lips brush upon my neck, I soaked my panties for the very first time.
Matt's brown eyes locked onto mine as he asked me his silent question. My answer was also silent as I nodded yes. I removed my hand from his hants and he tucked away his boner as he stood. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. I was wrapped in our flannel blanket as he led me to a more private location, his car.
We climbed into the back seat and awkwardly removed each other's clothes and covered ourselves with our blanket. I laid on my back and he positioned himself between my legs. My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking. I was nervous, but I knew I wanted to continue.
"Are you sure?" Matt asked me. His voice sounded as shaky as my hands.
"Sure, what do we have to lose?" I responded softly with a shy grin.
My humorous response eased our nerves.
"Are you ready?" he asked as he eased his cock up to the entrance of my body. I felt desire wash over my body for the first time, as I felt the warmth radiating from his cock right at the entrance of my pussy.
"Yes," I whispered.
I closed my eyes as he eased his cock inside me for the very first time and I felt the innocence of my virginity slipping away. I was surprised that I felt pleasure instead of pain as I enjoyed the sensations of sex for the first time. He took things slow and was very gentle as he started the thrust in and out of my body. I opened my eyes and watched as pleasure washed over his face.
"Uh oh," he said as he shot his load deep inside of me for the very first time. He didn't last long, but it still felt good to me. For the first time in my life, I felt like the vibrant young woman I was growing up to be.
Matt held me in his quivering arms as we recovered from our lust for one another until our hot, sweaty bodies fogged up the car windows. As I relaxed in his arms, I started to feel something slowly awakening inside of my body. That was the first time I ever felt my insatiable hunger and carnal desire to feel a cock penetrating my greedy little pussy.
I was overwhelmed by my animalistic instinct to fuck when I got my first taste of my own delicious juices as I made Matt's cock grow and harden in my mouth.
He was not as gentle the second time he slid inside of my eager little hole. His strokes felt harder, faster, and more pleasurable than before. I bit my lip until it bled as he emptied his load inside of me the second time. Again, I did not cum, but my hunger faded as we fell asleep in the back seat of his car together.
The following morning, Matt pulled into my driveway to drop me off. I got out of the car, closed the passenger door, and walked to my house as a mature young woman for the very first time. I turned and watched as he left, taking the innocence of my virginity with him in the back seat of his beat up old car.
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Losing my virginity was just a precursor for my most pivotal first...
My first taste of cock made me embrace the little slut that I still am today.
And it happened moments after the end of my innocence.
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Laugh And Be Happy
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Posted:May 21, 2017 1:57 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2020 6:40 pm
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Once upon a time, I was that funny chubby girl. I have been told that I have a great sense of humor and I like to share it with others. I happen to be especially fond of dry humor, puns, and dad jokes. I am also sarcastic, witty, and quick. Pretty much, I am a smart-ass with a malfunctioning brain to mouth filter. Odds are, if it pops into my head, I will say it.
I have never been the type that takes life too seriously and I've never been afraid to laugh at my own blunders. Or anyone else's, for that matter. Life is too short to go through it with a bad attitude and a frown.
Most of all, I love those moments when I am able to find the humor in a situation and bring it out for everyone to enjoy. It brings me joy if I can put a smile on someone's face or even make them laugh.
I'm the girl that likes to brighten up a person's day.
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This happened a couple weeks ago...
Joey and I had made our delivery and we're done for the day. We made our way to the Pilot truck stop in Terre Haute, Indiana and parked for the night. We decided to grab some dinner and get a shower before we settled down for the night.
We ate our Subway and made our way to our shower rooms. Typically, the shower rooms are all equipped with the same amenities; towel, washcloth, bath mat, and soap. There was nothing spectacular about it, but that didn't stop the cleaning crew from placing a cup on the vanity asking for a tip.
I took my shower, dried myself off, and put on all of my smell good stuff. I grabbed my hair dryer and did a quick blow dry. I got dressed and started to pack away my toiletries. I noticed the tip cup sitting there, begging me to put something in it for the attendant and then I looked at the item in my hand. Perfect!
This is what I left for the attendant...
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Don't worry, I left a couple dollars in there as well, just for having to put up with my smart-assed brand of humor.
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Master Of Puppets
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Posted:May 20, 2017 9:05 pm
Last Updated:May 30, 2017 5:14 pm
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Master of puppets,
I'm pulling your strings.
Twisting your mind
And smashing your dreams.
Blinded by me,
You can't see a thing.
Just call my name,
'Cause I'll hear you scream.
Master
Master
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This is what happened last night...
We were relaxed on opposite ends of our bed, silently perving profiles on our phones while old episodes of The Walking Dead played in the background. It's our version of alone time when we're living in our truck on the road.
I was browsing through the seemingly endless array of fake single female profiles, when one stood out from the rest, so I took a closer look. Her profile and photos inspired a fantasy to dance through my dirty little mind and my hand drifted down to explore...
"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" He asked sternly.
"Nope," I responded curtly. I wasn't really in the mood to play his games last night. It had been days since since he used me so selfishly. I was about to cum when he pulled his cock out of my aching hole, shoved it in mt mouth and blew his load down my throat. He showed no regard for my frustration and has ignored my requests to be fucked ever since. I needed to cum and I was pissed.
"You will obey me, bitch," he said coldly. And I stopped resisting him when I saw the look in his eyes. He was going to punish me. And I had a feeling it was going to be harsh.
He started my punishnent when he made me write the girl I liked to tell her what a disobedient I was. He made me ruin any chance of anything ever happening with her.
Then he told me to write everything he said or did to me and how it made me feel. He wanted me to write as I experienced my painful passion and he wanted me to post it for everyone to see.
His goal is to show everyone our true personalities.
I have to be obedient or else I would suffer the consequences.
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This is my pain as well as my pleasure in the moment, as it happens.
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That is enough punishment. I want to tell you a bedtime story. Now get on your belly."
I am on my belly now. He is standing over me with my legs pinned beneath his weight.
Ow! My ass stings from the slap. Now he is slapping my sore spot with his big hard cock.
"Greedy girls are not allowed to cum. Greedy girls get teased. And greedy girls must beg for my cock."
I know I am soaked and I feel an ache growing inside me right now. I feel his hand on my ass, squeezing it tight.
I just yelped from the pain and dropped my phone. He struck my ass in the same sore spot. It stings. He shifted his body. Now he is teasing my hole with his cock. I can tell that I am sopping wet. The head of his cock slid in. And right back out. I think I just moaned.
I am so flustered.
"Do you want to feel more of this?"
He slaps my ass with his dick. It left a wet spot.
Did I cringe? I'm not sure.
"I bet your new friend does. I should make you watch me fuck her. She deserves my cock more than you. You haven't earned it. How does that make you feel?"
I feel angry. Jealous. Sad. Unwanted.
Overwhelmed?
"You wouldn't get to feel this either, but she would."
He just slammed his cock inside me. It feels so good.
I want to cum already.
"Do not cum. If you cum without begging, I will have my way with your friend and force you to watch. She will beg you to stop me from ramming her. She may even tell you that my cock is hurting her. I bet you would enjoy her pain, you twisted bitch!"
He's ramming so hard, it hurts. I think of her pain and I want to cum. I can feel it building inside begging him to force me to cum.
I think she would beg for mercy... why am I thinking that?
I am struggling to stop my climax because I have to concentrate on writing this. I want to stop writing. I have to stop my orgasm.
I am losing my fight with both. I am failing. I can't take this.
Is it too much? Do I say my word? Will my 'shield' truly end my suffering?
"Do not stop writing. Do not cum. Do not stop taking my cock!"
I can't hold it back much longer. I am so close now. I feel my pussy throbbing around his cock. A wave of pleasure is making my scalp tingle. I feel my pussy tightening around him.
Oh my God, I am on the edge. Do I let myself fall?
He pulled out and now I feel the empty ache of denial. My entire body is shaking and my muscles are tense.
He chose my suffering over relief. Why does my pain feel so good to him?
Why do I let him have so much control over me?
He is using his cock to spread my pussy juice all over my ass cheek and now he is slapping the sore spot. His cock stings me.
He is degrading me. Am I so useless to him?
"Do not stop make me stop you again. I will violate your mouth when it happens again."
Tasting him would be more torture. I need relief. Please help me feel good.
He slid back inside slower this time. I love feeling every inch of him penetrate me.
"Your friend's mouth looks nice. I wonder if she can suck cock like you. I bet she can't. I would have to fuck her mouth myself and choke her with my cum. Would you stop me when you see her gasping for air and gagging on my dick?"
I shook my head no.
"Would you really be so heartless and cold? Would you knowingly throw her to the wolf? Would you even look away when she begs you with a pathetic look in her tear stained eyes?"
I don't know. Stop asking me these questions.
Did I say that or did I only just think it?
I am confused. My body and mind feel separated and I can't distinguish my thoughts from my actions. I am... conflicted.
I just want to feel... anything. I can't think. It's too much.
"You are turned on by her suffering, aren't you? You want to give her pain, don't you?"
Please... just stop talking about this stranger. I don't even care about her. Why is he saying these things about her?
Doesn't he care about me?
My body is still aching. I want to cum. I want this to be done. Please stop my agony.
Let me go over the edge now.
I am ready to beg...
Please? I'll do anything if you allow my pleasure.
Please, Master?
I think I just whimpered. I am pathetic and undeserving of his gift.
I just felt a tear run down my cheek.
"You have suffered enough now. Don't stop taking this dick, even when you cum, take it all."
Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!
He's fucking me hard and fast. He's so deep inside of me. Every muscle in my body is tense. He feels so good.
That's the spot. Don't stop hitting that spot. Just keep fucking me.
That's it. I am right there. Oh my God, yes.
Please don't stop until I cum around your cock, Joey.
Do me harder. Faster. Deeper.
I am teetering on the edge again. The shivers are like waves of bliss.
My head is spinning. I am dizzy. I am overcome by relief.
I am cumming so hard. Right here, right now.
"Say it."
"I'm cumming," I screamed.
"What do you say?"
My response is: "Thank you for the big dick, Daddy."
"You're welcome. You can stop writing now. The only thing I want you to do is concentrate on is Daddy's big dick as I slide it deep within your tender little cunt."
I can do that...
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I just finished cumming on Daddy's big cock for the tenth time when he finally pulled his cock out of my sore, used pussy. He jacked his big dick as massive jets of his cum coated the tender spot on my ass.
We collasped on the bed exhausted and I fell asleep in his arms a few moments later.
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The nightmare felt so real, it woke me up. It was trying to tell me the truth about everything that had happened last night...
Deep down, I knew I was being punished all along and everything had been a mind fuck.
It hurt when I realized that he used the story to guide my decisions. And his words directed me exactly where he wanted my feeble lityle mind to go. He exploited my trust with the illusion of having choices. It was an elaborate scheme that I was too naive to see through.
He had manipulated my mind until he turned me into his own little puppet on strings.
A puppet that was forced to obey her master, all nightmare long.
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Punishments come in many forms and they are all have their own brand of pain to endure.
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One Hundred Sleepless Nights
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Posted:May 19, 2017 2:19 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2020 6:39 pm
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Welcome to my 100th blog post!
This is a huge milestone for me because this is the very first blog that I have started and stuck with! Even with the ups and downs that I have seen, I absolutely love the blogging community here on TSmeet! I feel at home sharing my thoughts, fantasies, and stories of my past adventures with everyone here. It is a true thing of beauty to be able to express myself creatively without being judged too harshly about my subject matter. In fact, so many people have been supportive and encouraging in my comments and I cannot thank y'all enough! There are a few of you that I consider friends and I love you guys!
To my regular readers and followers... Thank you, thank you, thank you for following my blog, reading my stories, and commenting with your feedback! If it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't have made it to number 100! You guys are my inspiration to find more new and exciting tales to tell.
To My Joey- Thank you for putting up with my endless hours of brainstorming, research, and writing. Your support and encouragement of my passion for writing and blogging has been nothing short of amazing. You stimulate my body and mind and inspire all of my kinky little fantasies to come to life. You are my soul mate, best friend, and life partner in crime. I love you, baby.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you all for making my blogging experience so much fun! Here's to my next 100 posts!
Love you all!
♡Jess: The Trucker Babe
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In honor of my 100th blog post, I have compiled a very special list that includes 100 of my favorite dirty words, naughty phrases, euphemisms, innuendos, and regular words that simply sound naughty for you all to enjoy!
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Here's my list, in no particular order, whatsoever:
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1. Fuck
2. Slut
3. Cum
4. Squirt
5. Hump
6. Screw
7. Moist
8. Dampened
9. Wet
10. Juices
11. Jizz
12. Spunk
13. Kumquat
14. Dildo
15. Cock
16. Cunt
17. Daisy Chain
18. Slide
19. Slippery
18. Vibrator
19. Polish the Pearl
20. Jerkin' the Gherkin
21. Hand Job
22. Blow Job
23. Rim Job
24. Lubricant
25. Pleasure Pocket
26. Doggy Style
27. Missionary Position
28. Rub One Out
29. Whack the Pee-pee
30. Just a little squirrel trying to get his nut.
31. Spasm.
32. Lick My Clit
33. Suck My Dick
34. Juice Box
35. Climax
36. The Apex of My Pleasure
37. Puffy, Engorged Lips
38. Titties
39. Ass
40. Ample Curves
41. Cum Bucket
42. Cock Holster
43. Deep Throat
44. Gag
45. Daddy's Little
46. I want to dip my finger in her honey pot and have a taste!
47. I could eat her cookie all day!
48. Facial
49. Pearl Necklace
50. Spit or swallow?
51. Erect
55. Nipples
56. Fuck Toy
57. Stroke
58. Tease
59. Edge
60. Spank
61. Pecker
62. Twat
63. Tender Young Pussy
64. Taboo
65. Kinky
66. Reverse Cowgirl
67. Butt Play
68. Anal
69. 69
70. Swallow His Seed
71. Bulbous Head of His Cock
72. Balls
73. Love Muffin
74. Jacking Off
75. Jilling Off
76. Double Clicking the Mouse
77. Throbbing
78. Swollen
79. Skeet
80. Gush
81. G-Spot
82. Pegging
83. Throat Fuck
84. Spit Roasted
85. Cock Tease
86. Fucked My Brains Out
87. Riding the Baloney Pony
88. Stiffy
89. Boner
90. Wedding Tackle
91. Horizontal Mambo
92. Vanilla Sex
93. Kinky Fuckery
94. Public Transportation
95. The Neighborhood Bicycle
96. Man-
97. Eat Pussy
98. Carpet Munching
99. Circle Jerk
100. Gangbang Orgy Cluster Fuck
And a bonus...
Here's to the game of 20 toes,
It's played all over town.
The women play with 10 toes up,
And the men with 10 toes down!
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Hungry Eyes
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Posted:May 18, 2017 8:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2018 8:26 pm
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Setting the mood with some Shakespeare...
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Sonnet 132
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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain;
And truly, not the morning sun of heav'n
Better becomes the gray cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the ev'n
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face.
O let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
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And now, the rest of the story...
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He slowly approached me with a hungry look in his eyes. I could tell from across the crowded bar that his only desire was the pleasures of my body. Pleasures that I wanted to give him. We were drawn together with a magnetic force. It was not our choice, we were compelled.
He undressed me with his eyes and devoured my body in his mind as he took my hand and guided me to a loud, dark corner towards the back of the crowded room. My heart was pounding and I was soaking wet. I wanted him to take me right then and there in the crowd of oblivious bystanders.
He placed his hands on my hips and helped me onto the barstool and stood between my open legs. Nobody saw him raise my black mini skirt up to my waist in the darkness and everyone seemed to be blind when my panties slid to the floor.
I saw his erection pressed against his pants, begging to be freed. Nobody noticed as I unbuckled his belt and pulled him close. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, giving his cock room to escape it's cotton prison. With a timid hand, I reached in and pulled out his rod and admired my view. In my mind, I was on my knees sucking him off.
My mystery man couldn't wait any longer and his greedy, hungry eyes were burning in mine. He pushed my back against the wall and my hips tilted up, allowing his cock to slide deep inside. The crowd danced around us, yet nobody noticed his quick, shallow thrusts. I moaned into his shoulder and he pulled me closer as he buried his entire length deep with my belly.
The lights around us were flashing, casting shadows all around us. The people, the dancing, the party, and the drinks all boosted my excitement as my body got used. He growled in my ear and he bit down on my neck and I felt him explode and I exploded back.
We were panting and sweating as the waitress approached, her eyes looked hungry for a man of her own.
"I saw the whole show," she said with a grin, "I think you should know, most of the bar did. You were under the camera and up on the screen. How could you not notice when everyone watched?"
I looked into his eyes and I could tell that he knew. He fulfilled my fantasy of putting on a show for a group. I looked all around me and the crowd was all smiling, yet their hungry eyes were also filled with lust and wonder.
I loved the suprise ending of my first visit to the swingers club in town. I'm looking forward to next time as I wonder what my Joey's next plan will be.
Being an exhibitionist has always turned me on. Now where can I find a copy of that video?
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Posted:May 18, 2017 10:28 am
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2020 10:45 pm
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This is a true story from my former life as a dirty little slut. It was an eye opening first for me which started an interesting stage of my sexual prowess.
I was a bit of a freak!
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My mom and I have never had a very good relationship. She has always faded in and out of my life, leaving me to be raised by my grandparents while she would chase men from one end of the country to the other. She would turn up from time to time and make promises to me that she never kept. I was confused for her empty promises, and over time I grew to resent her for leaving me with my older grandparents.
In hindsight, I am glad that my grandparents took me in and raised me. With them, I had a chance at life. I don't even want to think about what could have happened to me if she had me around some of her loser boyfriends. I was bad enough as it was!
My relationship with my mother was at it's absolute worst from when I was in my late teens through my early 20's. I had very little respect for the way she lived her life. Nothing about her had changed. Every few months, she would run off with her latest fling and leave me to care for my younger brother and sister. It wouldn't be long before she was back at my door again, begging for a place to stay and crying because it didn't work out. It was a vicious cycle and I was getting fed up with her bullshit. I wanted to get back at her. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to cut her down to size. I wished for some sort of revenge.
And then everything fell into place so perfectly...
Mommy Dearest was so proud of herself because she had just started seeing this younger guy, Robert. She was 43, Robert was 28, and I was 21 at the time. Mom and Robert invited me out for a beer, so I could meet Robert's roomate, John. Pretty much, John was a third wheel and they were hoping I'd fuck him or something. Around 1:00 AM, we went back to the bachelor pad that Robert and John shared.
We had a few more drinks, played some card games, and listened to some loud music. I was actually having fun. My mother, however, was so shitfaced, she ended up passing out and Robert had to carry her into his room and tuck her into his bed. I was ecstatic when my first obstacle dropped like a fly. About an hour later, John was done for and he passed out in the living room recliner. Robert tried to get him to wake up enough to stumble into his room, but John was out cold. We left him in the chair.
Robert and I sat together on the couch and I realized that I had the perfect opportunity to hurt my mom and get a bit of revenge for the years of hurt I had to endure from her. I poured myself a shot of tequila and set the bottle back down on the coffee table in front of me.
I knew exactly what I wanted to say, but I froze. It was bold, but then again, I knew I had a very intriguing proposition for him. Granted, this wasn't going to be a freaky threesome, but I was offering the next best thing. Would any guy turn down the chance to fuck a mother and her ? I seriously doubted any man's resolve would be that strong.
With the help of my friend tequila, I blurted it out...
"I bet I am a much better fuck than my mom is," I teased Robert boldly. "Would you like to fuck me so you can be the judge?"
Needless to say, he could not resist the temptation to find out for himself. Within moments, we were naked on the couch, ready to feel each other. I spread my legs apart as he positioned himself in front of me, allowing him full access to my body.
The malicious intent of my revenge against my mother fueled my carnal urges in a way I had never felt before. I was so intensely aroused that I started to cum the moment I felt the long, hard cock sliding inside of my greedy little hole.
Drunk and passed out, my mom snored one room over while her boyfriend fucked my brains out on the living room couch. Twice.
I have no idea how many times my tender young pussy exploded around his rock hard cock, but I do remember him pulling out so I could swallow the first delicious load of his cum and sucked him hard again without coming up for air. He pulled away from my mouth and flipped me onto my hands and knees, pulling my hair as fucked me hard from behind.
I took the long, hard, and deep pounding from his cock like the nasty little boyfriend stealing slut that I was. My greedy hole was tightening around his cock as I got closer and closer to achieving the apex of my pleasure.
"You are definitely a better fuck than your mom," Robert growled, sending me spiraling into my neverending abyss of esctasy. My pulsating cunt squeezed tightly around his throbbing erection until the head of his cock erupted in pure blissful pleasure, pumping enormous bursts cum inside of my thirsty little hole. We collasped, exhausted and barely able to move. Robert and I were so utterly spent after round two that we fell asleep as we cuddled, naked on the couch. Neither one of us had the energy to try and hide what we had done.
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A few hours later, Robert and I woke up to the apartment door being slammed, followed by the sound of some pissed off footsteps going down the hall. Outside, a car engine roared and tires squealed on the pavement as my mom burned rubber as she hauled her ass on down the road.
Knowing I was the better fuck made me enjoy the sweet taste of victory even more as I spent the entire day revenge fucking my mother's boyfriend.
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And it was the start of an exciting and somewhat dangerous kink of mine...
It was the first time I ever got off on being a nasty little boyfriend fucking slut. If some bitch pissed me off, I made it my goal to fuck her man better than she ever could. I wanted to hear him tell me that I was the better fuck.
Damn! I loved that shit!
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Posted:May 10, 2017 5:07 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2021 9:34 pm
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Darkness And Light Part Two: Bad Company
Warning: This fantasy has been dug out of the deepest and darkest corner of my dirty and twisted little mind.
The following story is not going to be everyone's cup of tea. Continue reading at your own risk.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
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It was a typical afternoon. I was alone in the kitchen doing the dishes from the night before. I had my radio playing turned up loud while I worked and was singing along to the song "Bad Company."
I wish I would have realized that song was trying to tell me something.
I did not hear him as he came up behind me. He grabbed me and had me restrained before I even started to scream.
"Shut up bitch!" He snarled as he covered my mouth with his rough, dirty hands to muffle my screams.
My heart was racing uncontrollably out of fear. My hands were shaking and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. He was able to pin both of my arms behind my back with one hand. The other was still over my mouth and nose, making it difficult for me to breathe. He pressed his body against my back and nudged me towards the kitchen counter. I felt his hard, swollen cock press into my back.
That's when I knew what was going to happen to me and I was absolutely helpless to stop it. My greedy little cunt betrayed me as it ached to be filled and fucked. The direct contrast of the reactions I felt in my body and in my mind was confusing to me.
My mind told me that I was not supposed to enjoy this appalling act of hatred against my body. And as soon as I felt him press his disgusting cock against my back, my traitorous little pussy was soaked. I was terrified and it turned me on.
"Listen ," he growled, "when I move my hand, you better keep your pretty little mouth shut. Or else I will put something else in it and you may not like that."
The thought of taking his nasty dick into my sweet little mouth was as appalling as it was arousing. I felt my wetness starting to trickle out of my eager little fuck hole, soaking my panties. Why is this turning me on? I wondered to myself as he took his disgusting hand away from my mouth.
"Listen to me, you little cunt," he growled, "What I am about to do is for me. Not you. If you make this difficult, I will hurt you. If you struggle, I will restrain you. And if you scream, I will shut that fucking mouth of yours. Understand, bitch?"
I nodded.
"Good. Now let's get you where I want you."
I held back my cries of pain as he grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me face first onto the hard granite counter top. He held me in place with one hand as he literally tore my skirt and panties off of my body. He tossed what was left of my skirt aside, but held on to my panties. He raised them to his face and inhaled the sweet scent of my pussy. And then he chuckled sadistically.
"I can't believe my luck! I got me an actual little !" He exclaimed with a hint of excitement in his voice. "I prefer little cock whores like you. They barely struggle and rarely call the police because fucked up little bitches like you actually like this shit!"
Before I could brace myself, he pushed my face against the counter top as he forced his large, nasty cock inside of my soaked little pleasure hole. He fucked me relentlessly and as much as I wanted to hate it, I couldn't. Each time that he speared me with his rod, I found myself getting more and more aroused. My pussy tightened and quivered around him, ready to explode around the cock that invaded my body.
"I knew you'd like it, you nasty little slut," He said menacingly, distracting me away from my orgasm. "But like I said, this is for me, not you. I wonder if you will like what I am going to do next."
My thoughts were too jumbled and confused to consider his words of warning.
There was no warning that could have prepared me for the instant shock of pain that I felt when he yanked his cock out of my cunt and mercilessly rammed it up my ass. There was no way I could stop the horrifying screams of pain that escaped my throat.
"I told you to shut the fuck up, you little cunt hole bitch!" He screamed in rage.
Tears were pouring down my cheeks as he grabbed one of my kitchen towels and shoved it into my mouth. Once I was gagged, he started pounding my ass. His strokes were deep, hard, and painful.
But it wasn't just pain that I was feeling. I was also feeling my pleasure growing deep inside of my insatiable little fuck hole. It was a pleasure that I had never felt before or since.
I had no control over my body as my orgasm exploded deep with my insatiable and greedy little cunt and I was shocked when I felt my sweet juices gush out of my twat and splash all over the tiled kitchen floor.
"Look what you've done now you worthless little gutter ," he said mockingly. "You made a mess of your sweet little juices."
Without any warning, he yanked his disgusting meat stick out of my ass and shoved me down to my knees and into my puddle on the floor.
"Open your mouth and catch my cum, you disgusting little quim," he growled.
I had no choice. I opened my mouth as wide as I could watching as he stood over me, jacking his cock as he sprayed me with a huge, disgusting load of his evil seed. As I swallowed the cum he shot into my throat I realized that it was in my hair, on my face, and all over my shirt.
I heard my front door slam as that evil of a bitch escaped, leaving me covered in his cum. I wanted to loathe him but I only felt the remnants of the pleasure he gave me as I layed there, alone and naked in a puddle of my own juices on the cold kitchen floor.
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Later that night, Joey and I were sitting on the sofa together watching tv. He looked over at me and scraped a small flake of dried cum off of my cheek that I missed when I washed up.
"Next time," he said, "I will bathe you after I use you."
Isn't roleplay fun?
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Posted:May 9, 2017 7:02 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2018 4:32 am
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Would you like to ask me a question? I know you do!
Q&A With Jess: The Trucker Babe
The questions that I have answered in this post have been provided by the Misters for the Sisters in a post I created in the group that I am proud to be a part of: Sister Blogger Society
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I want you to ask me about anything your little heart desires. Each and every question I receive will be given a detailed and honest answer from yours truly. I may even include a story with my answer if I have something that fits!
Don't be shy... I know I'm not!
Come on, fire away! I dare ya!
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woman4mayday asked:
Q: Have you ever had sex on the job-while getting paid?
A: Yes! To be clear, I wasn't paid for the sex, I just happened to get naughty at work!
When I was 18, I worked at a fast food restaurant as a crew leader. I had sex with three of my male employees in the break room after the store closed. It wasn't the McGangbang or anything like that. It was three separate occasions.
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woman4mayday asked:
Q: How long have you gone without sex?
A: Since I lost my virginity at 14, the longest I have gone is the mandatory 6 weeks the doctor makes you wait after giving birth. Otherwise, I get grumpy after about 10 days or so.
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woman4mayday asked:
Q: Since you're a trucker...have you ever had sex while driving?
A: No, I have not had sex while driving. Too dangerous!
That being said, I do enjoy giving my Joey road head and I have been known to polish the pearl behind the wheel from time to time. I don't let myself get off while driving because I don't want to get distracted and run off the road. That would be a little hard to explain to the boss.
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lok4fun500 asked:
Q: What is sex like in a big truck?
A: Well, it's sex! The mechanics are the generally the same. The dingaling goes into the vajayjay and back out again. Rinse and repeat until at least one, preferably both of the participants are thoroughly satisfied.
Sorry... I couldn't resist being facetious.
Here's my real answer...
One thing that is interesting about sex in a big truck is that odds are, someone will know what you're up to. Antennas wiggle and the truck may rock back and forth. I do tend to giggle when I see an antenna wiggling, it usually means some guy is whacking the peepee. Also, big trucks aren't exactly the most soundproof. One hears a lot of interesting noises as they walk through the parking area at the truck stop.
Anyhoo... I do have a pretty funny story about having sex in a big truck...
Joey and I were meeting up with a friend at the truck stop. We decided to get frisky to pass the time waiting for our friend to show up. We finished our freaky business and a couple minutes later there's a knock on the door.
Joey opens the door to find our friend who immediately said, "I would have knocked sooner, but it looked like y'all were fucking!"
He totally busted us and called us out on our frisky business. The way he said that was hilarious and we all fell out laughing!
Good times!
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Looknfind18 asked
Q: Do you have any reviews about any good or bad truck stops?
A: For me, a truck stop is a truck stop. Most tend to be in the average to pretty good range. I've been to more than a few seedy places, but I don't worry about it too much. They all tend to be the same routine, you get fuel, you eat, you shower, or you go to sleep. You occasionally use the laundry facilities or watch a movie in the TV room. Most importantly, you never pass up the opportunity to pee on porcelain! Trust me on that one.
Most of the time when we park at a truck stop for an extended time period, we prefer to stay in the comfort of our own truck.
My absolute favorite truck stop in the country is the Iowa 80 TA truck stop. It is huge! It seems like there's always something new to see there. I have to admit that I am partial to the Iowa 80 because I am an Iowa girl and I grew up with it.
The absolute worst truck stop experience I ever had was at a Pilot near the North Carolina and South Carolina border. We got our shower rooms and they were dirty. No biggie, I've seen it before. So, I got into the shower cubicle and it was a total jizz fest! There was a glob of guy goo on the wall. And I didn't see it until after I was naked under the water. Yuck! Needless to say, we complained. Big time.
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Wtfidk1966 asked:
Q: What are some of the more interesting places you have had sex at while on the road?
A: I hate to break it to you, but we have only had sex in our truck while out on the road.
But, don't call me boring just yet! Here's a little something naughty to make this answer a little bit more fun...
A couple months ago, my Joey was driving us down I-70 in Illinois while I played with Goliath the giant dildo for about a good hour or so. It was during the afternoon and there was plenty of traffic around.
I still wonder how many of the other drivers on the road that day actually saw me going to town with my 10 inch monster cock dildo.
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Wtfidk1966 asked:
Q: Have you cammed while doing it while in the cab?
A: I access the internet on my cell phone about 99.9% of the time. So, I don't think I am even able to cam using my phone. If I could cam, I probably wouldn't even try. It would probably end up being extremely difficult to even attempt to do well. No thanks!
Although, if I did have the proper equipment with a reliable and fast internet connection, I would totally do it.
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Posted:May 9, 2017 2:26 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2017 11:07 pm
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Shout out to Horny_Cat68, for inspiring me to revive this series of blog posts! Thank you!
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If you haven't taken a look at my previous posts in this series, you can check them out by clicking the links below.
Truckers Atlas Biloxi
Truckers Atlas Hard Rock Casino
Truckers Atlas Missouri
Truckers Atlas Arizona
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It has been far too long since I have posted one of these! Honestly, it is because we don't often get too much of a change of scenery during our travels. Most of our runs will pick up in Ohio, Michigan, or Indiana and deliver in Laredo, Texas and more often than not, our route back north is the same. Driving the same old roads, seeing the same billboards, and not getting much of a change of scenery gets rather mundane after awhile. It turns into just another boring old routine. Another day in the office, if you will.
But sometimes, the routine gets broken and you get pleasantly surprised with a run from Indiana to California! You get to see new places and the change of scenery can be absolutely incredible!
As we drove through Utah on Interstate 80, I saw some incredible scenery! For the first time in what seemed like forever, I was inspired to grab my trusty old camera and snap some photos of the wide variety of scenery Utah has to offer. As we rolled through this beautiful state, we saw green grassy hills covered in flowers, incredible rock formations, snow capped mountains, and the Great Salt Lake. There was so much more, but it is hard to catch everything at 67 miles per hour!
Here are some of my favorite photos from the great state of Utah!
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