falling asleep after Sex
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Posted:Mar 23, 2014 2:50 pm
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When I was young, you heard about men who would have sex and then roll over and go to sleep. It was one of those things that women hated, and if you were smart, you didn’t follow in their footsteps. You learned to do a minimum of cuddling afterwards, and if you were a good lover you also learned to chat, share your feelings, etc. These were never activities that were difficult for me to do. In fact, I enjoyed them immensely, but that’s not what this post is about.
I never heard of women who rolled over and went to sleep right after sex. Never met one, and don’t remember ever talking to a guy who was with a woman like this. On the one hand, it’s not surprising that a person, male or female, would want to just curl up and go to sleep after a particularly vigorous bout of fucking, but on the other hand, I am usually the farthest thing from sleepy when I’m done having sex, so I can’t exactly imagine what it would be like. During my days of smoking way too much marijuana I can remember laying on the bed, tangled together with someone post-coital, and beginning to drift off, but that was mainly due to the Indica Sativa, not my nature. Even at the age of 41 I am still pretty damn awake and alive after the fifth fucking of the night. My body might be screaming at me to take it easy but lust wins out almost every time.
So punkin and I had a couple weeks recently where we didn’t hardly get to see each other, and when we did get the chance, it was the briefest of occurrences. There were certainly no extended sexual liaisons, nor any spending the night together going on. We were missing each other terribly, and missing our sexual dynamic even more, when she finally got a day/evening off. The cold/flu punkin had been fighting was beginning to fade, and she was ready to come have some fun with Daddy. We spent the majority of the night getting perverted, as you can imagine, and stayed up later than we usually do. When Daddy has to get up at 6am the fun usually stops at a reasonable time, even if it kills him to do it. I mention this, because I think we were both up later than we normally would have been, that night. As young as my slutty is, she still goes to bed at a reasonable time, just like me. Like, 10pm reasonable, if you want me to get specific.
I think it was approaching midnight when we decided it was time to crawl into bed. My endlessly horny little bitch was lying on her stomach, on the floor, sprawled out on top of the huge stuffed animal I bought for her on Valentine’s Day last month. It is a that is practically as big as she is, and fucking her on it has given new meaning to “doggy style” for both of us. More on that some other time. On this particular evening, punkin was lying on top of her stuffed dog, and the sight stirred something in me, despite the fact that I’d already fucked her, and dumped my cum into her, at least four times already. Getting down on the floor beside her, I slid two of my fingers into her cunt and poked and rubbed at her G-spot until she had an orgasm. She remained on her stomach the whole time, and managed to roll over a tiny bit once I dislodged my fingers from her sopping wet cunt, but otherwise remained curled up on her stuffed dog.
A few adjustments had to be made to a pair of curtains near the bed, so that light from out in the hallway didn’t seep in and land on us while we tried to sleep, and in the time it took me to do this punkin did not move from her spot on her doggy. In fact, she did not alter her position in any way. I made a few more preparations for bed in the darkness, and every time I looked over, my little girl was in the exact same spot she’d been in post-orgasm. Curled up in front of the heater, lying on her stuffed animal, binky in her mouth, she was quite a sight. The lovely piece of meat was naked, and looked both sexy and vulnerable at the same time. A wonderful combination for any Father to behold, and this particular Dad saw an opportunity and took advantage. Shifting her body slightly and pulling her legs apart, I silently pushed my cock into punkin’s tiny cunt and fucked her until I had what I think was my fifth orgasm of the evening. Maybe it was the fourth – it’s hard to recall. My princess slut lay there quietly, like the beautiful and obedient hole she is, and let Daddy fuck her until he dumped yet another load into her sore cunt. And then we went to bed.
My sweet girl told me later that she vaguely recalled falling asleep, but definitely remembered how she woke up. When I shifted her body and pulled her legs apart it roused her, but not until I pushed my cock into her did she fully become aware of what was going on. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a wonderful way to wake up. Now, punkin and I have been fucking for a couple months, but only recently did I start making her cum like this. Of the handful of times it has occurred, she has not fallen asleep, passed out, or even expressed that she was feeling tired except this one time. However, a few nights ago it was practically the first thing out of her mouth after she had a particularly intense orgasm at the hands of her Father. We’ll have to see if it continues, or if these are just isolated incidents. Both of us are still laughing about though, which is a good thing.
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still sick, but no longer ill
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Posted:Mar 10, 2014 6:34 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 1:47 pm 37405 Views
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So yes, the cold/flu I had was a pretty severe one. I managed to infect my ex-girlfriend and punkin both, and just about everyone at work seemed to go through it as well. The last few days haven’t been so bad for me, but it’s still misery lane for both of them.
My ex went to Mexico for a few days, and I stayed at her place for the sake of comfort. When she returned on Friday, I spent a couple more evenings at her place, hanging out on the couch and watching movies. Usually we eat a lot when we’re together, but our appetites were about half what they normally are, so what we consumed was tasty and healthy. I built a fire and we just spent a lot of time cuddled up next to each other. It was nice.
Sunday I came back to the studio and tried to begin piecing it back together. There was dust everywhere, and all the furniture had been moved together so it could be covered in plastic, so it was no small task. In addition, I worked on a table that I am going to strap punkin to, and then fuck the hell out of her. Once I get her on it, I’ll not only take pictures, I’ll be shooting video. She was supposed to come visit and shoot with me this evening, but her work had an issue only she seemed to be able to correct or handle. Thursday is our next tentative day/evening together, but even that is uncertain at the moment. My cock is aching for her, so I’m a little anxious right now. It’ll give her time to recover a bit more from the sickness though, which will be good for her enjoyment of the activities I have planned.
This weekend I began searching for a woman to breed. Not really sure where I’m going to take this idea/fantasy/desire, but I have always wanted to find a lady who was willing to do it, and thought there couldn’t be much harm in simply seeing what’s/who’s out there. What I really want, is to marry a filthy, cum dump who would allow me to videotape her taking cock after cock from men who would ejaculate inside of her for the express purpose of impregnating her. I’d sell the footage. I want to fall in love with a woman who has so much cum in her that it is leaking out. My new desire is to fill a woman like this and then take her out in public and make certain the cum runs down her legs for all to see. If I can find a loyal, honest, trustworthy woman who is into this I am going to pursue her. It’s time for some new deviant experiences and lifestyle choices.
That’s admitting a lot all of a sudden, and I realize it may surprise and possibly offend some people. I don’t care. One thing I will not do, is apologize for my sick desires. At this point in my life, I’ve earned the right to admit to, and participate in worse, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Stay tuned because it could get very wild around here…
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people = shit
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Posted:Feb 26, 2014 9:37 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 1:47 pm 38355 Views
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This last weekend, punkin and I were supposed to go on vacation. I mean, we did go, but it didn't turn out to be much of a vacation. Instead, it wound up being one of the worst weekends I've had in a very long time.
Using a site that specializes in vacation rentals, I booked what I thought was going to be a nice, quiet condominium. The name of the property had "house" in it, but it also had the words "condo complex" so I was expecting a large structure that was once considered a house, but had been turned into several condos. What I did not expect, was a 200+ unit monstrosity that was obviously an old hotel. The "condos" were really just hotel rooms that had been converted by providing a full-size refrigerator in place of a mini-fridge, and adding a very tiny, self-contained fireplace. There were, otherwise, zero additions or changes that, to me, would have made the place worthy of the designation; condominium. Of course, the advertisement did not inform me of the fact that I would essentially be staying in a glorified hotel room. Had I known, I would have made a different choice, or used a different site to get a much better rate.
I should have known something was wrong when the property I was looking at did not provide a photo of the actual structure. All the other vacation rentals had pictures of the building, as well as what lay inside. Many provided views from the windows, and so on. This particular "condo" had pictures of what was inside, and a single shot from the single window at the far end of the room, but that was it. I have to remind myself to trust my gut in these situations, because that fact alone gave me pause. Having to book at the last moment, which narrowed my options down greatly, made me second-guess myself. I hope I'm smart enough to never do that again.
When we arrived, I could see that "Gearhart House" was definitely not a house, nor had it ever been one. As mentioned, it was a huge building that probably held over 200 units. When we entered our rented "condo" the first thing we noticed was that we could hear our neighbors in the next room. They were yelling at each other, and their music was so loud you could actually tell what song was playing. At various, random intervals, we heard/experienced what I can only describe as "thumps" or "bangs" against the wall that separated our two units. You could both feel it and hear it. I got on the phone with the people I had booked the vacation rental through right away, but their only option was to cancel our stay and refund my money, leaving us without a place to stay, and me with absolutely no money for the entire weekend. If that last sentence makes no sense, I'll remind you that it would have probably taken at least 3 business days for my money to be available for use, and I did not have an additional $500+ available to cover making reservations at another place. We were basically stuck, so we did what we could to make the best of it.
We decided to stay, and it took a little while for both of us to calm down and settle in. At some point during that first evening, punkin and I heard someone at the door to our "condo". They weren't knocking, and the rattling of the handle made it pretty clear they were trying to gain entry, so I got up to investigate. I opened the door to find an elderly couple standing there, keycard in hand, trying to get into the room they'd been assigned. Excuse me, the "condo" they'd been assigned. I had to briefly explain to them that we were in a room that wasn't actually available unless you booked it online, and they admitted that it was the staff at the front desk that had given them their card and room assignment. I sent them away bewildered, but I'm guessing their weekend was 1000 times better for not having stayed where we did.
The thumping against the wall, loud music, and loud conversation went on until about 11pm that first night. By that time, punkin and I were both pretty tired and stressed, so I think we went to bed shortly after that. The majority of the next day was blissfully quiet, but the moment our next door neighbors came back into their room, it was obvious. The yelling and music I maybe could have dealt with, but the thumping against the wall eventually got to me. It was probably early in the evening when I knocked on their door and asked the people next to us what the thumping was about, and if they would please cease doing it? I'm sure there were at least two people in the room, maybe more. The first reaction from the asshole that answered the door was one of confusion. What thumping against the wall? We spoke for a brief moment, about the fact that we could clearly hear his conversations, his music, and the thumping. I asked politely if he could be quieter, and if the thumping could stop. With a smile on his face, the guy assured me that it would.
I think we were in the middle of trying to watch a movie at that time. The couch was basically pushed up against the loud neighbors' wall, so you can image how it must have felt when, less than 20 minutes later, a thump/bang came from their side that was so severe it actually jolted punkin and I in our seats. I was instantly furious, and stormed outside to pound on the neighbors door. This time the words we exchanged were a lot less pleasant, and it ended with the piece of garbage telling me that if I knocked on his door again I would be assaulted. Three times I called the front desk for help, and the only thing they would do was call the room next to us and ask the people to quiet down. Each time, the music actually got a bit louder, and I swear that by the end of the night they'd pushed the television against the wall and turned it around so the sound was coming toward us as loud and clear as possible. Throughout the evening, the next door neighbor(s) would exit, slamming his/thier door and literally stomping like a to and from the elevator. It would have been comical if it hadn't been so over-the-top annoying and blatantly rude. Eventually I had no choice but to call the police non-emergency number and ask that an officer come have a word with him/them. Considering we were on the coast, this was actually feasible. Had we been in Portland, I think they'd have laughed at me, and told me they didn't have time for petty crap like that. I felt ridiculous, having to call the cops on the next door neighbor, but it was my final bid to get the guy to quiet down. That's how desperate the situation was for me.
Eventually I heard the police knock on the door next to ours. Later there would be a knock on our door as well. The officer explained that he really couldn't do anything, but that the guy next to us had freely admitted to threatening me, so if anything did actually happen he'd be going directly to jail for a long time. I apologized for wasting the officer's time, but he seemed pretty cool about it, and admitted that it was a rough part of the job, not actually being able to help in a situation like ours. I let him out the door, and I don't think an hour went by before the loud music started up again. We literally had to unplug the t.v. and DVD player and move them into the bedroom so we could finish our movie. Several times we heard the next door neighbor exit his room, slam the door, stomp around, and eventually stomp back to enter it again. And of course, always the slamming of the door.
The movie ended, and punkin and I began to fool around. I remember I had two of my fingers in her cunt, when another ridiculously loud and violent thump came from the other side of the wall. It was a single, solid blow, and it startled both of us. This time, it was not from the neighbor we'd been having problems with though. At first I thought perhaps he was outside, pounding on the wall, but realized our bedroom shared a wall with a different unit on the opposite side, so that certainly couldn't be the case. I honestly don't know what the hell happened, in that instance, but by that time punkin and I were so worn down that all we could do was laugh in surprise. Then we went back to fooling around, and fucking.
The next morning, the music started pretty early. We're talking 6am early. Both of us were still in bed, but I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I returned to the bedroom realized I could hear it in the living room. Closing the door and crawling into bed cancelled that, but it never quite cancelled the other noises that go with staying at any cheap hotel. Any time anyone nearby opened or closed a door, we heard and felt it. We were treated to footsteps coming from the unit above, and overall I'd say it was a very noisy place. Certainly not relaxing. Certainly not what anyone thinks of when they use the word "vacation". This sort of living is what millions of people have to deal with in their day-to-day life, so taking a vacation from it is very important.
Did I mention the toilet seat was practically falling off the toilet? Did I also tell you about the safety bar in the shower, which is designed to help people support themselves, was about to pull out of the wall? Or that the shower in general was a bit of a filthy mess? No, I probably didn't bother you with those details because they seem petty compared to the rest. Still, it all adds up.
We checked out Sunday, instead of Monday. By early Sunday morning, we were both very tired of the place. Tired of the music, the banging, the whole thing. We cut our vacation short one day. Now, I won't say we didn't have some fun, because we certainly did, and that will be my other post. What I can say, is that zero of what I had planned, or really wanted to feel and experience came to fruition. Still, punkin and I are pretty magical together, especially when we fuck and get otherwise intimate, so you can bet it wasn't all bad...
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Vday recap
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Posted:Feb 17, 2014 7:49 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 1:47 pm 37992 Views
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The adorable and sexy piece of flesh I am currently loving, fucking, and generally using for my sexual pleasure and entertainment does not celebrate Valentine's Day. It seems she got dumped, or fucked over, three years in a row, and being the young lady that she is, it kind of soured her to the semi-romantic holiday. I don't exactly celebrate it myself, but admit I'll jump at any excuse to shower someone I care about, and lust after, with gifts and whatnot. I've only known punkin for a short while, but I care deeply about her already, so I decided I wanted to express this on Valentine's Day. My plans were pretty grandiose for a person I've just met, and after a few random discussions between the two of us, I made the decision to tone it down considerably. What you are about to read is a fraction of what I wanted to happen.
I knew punkin was working on Vday, so there was zero chance of us spending it with each other. The next best thing, I thought, would be to at least start and end the day together, so that is what we did. Sort of. In the morning, after doing a bit of shopping, I drove to her apartment and picked her up. We sat in the car and exchanged gifts (she made me a lovely card and colored Daddy some pictures, and I gave her the Xrated coloring book I'd been working on) and then I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants so she could get her filthy, cock-hungry mouth to work. While my sick little slut eagerly took care of me, I did my best to safely navigate the vehicle we were in towards her workplace. Her mouth felt incredible, and after being without each other for so long it did not surprise me in the least when I dumped a load in her stomach very quickly. I'm not exaggerating when I say it happened before we'd made it ten blocks - it was that good! There was something in the way she went after my dick that sent me over the edge quicker than it normally would. Pushing her head down, I unloaded the contents of my nut sack straight into her throat.
I continued to drive, and my princess cocksucker did not lift her head, or even take her mouth off my cock. It didn't take me long to get hard again, in fact, I'm not sure I ever truly went limp, but I'll admit the erection was a bit softer than it would normally be. Still, I was quite aroused, and for the next fifteen or so minutes she continued to suck my cock while I drove. Eventually we arrived at our destination, and it was at that point I told her to stop. She lifted her head, wiped the corners of her mouth, and then we exited the car. She hadn't managed to pull a second orgasm from me in the short amount of time we were traveling, but that didn't make the whole experience one iota less fun or pleasurable. It was a great way to officially start Vday.
We entered the department store I'd brought us to, tried to locate a large stuffed animal we'd both been coveting, but did not find what we were looking for. My slutty was momentarily distracted by a dress made for a girl probably half her age, and believe me when I tell you that it only took a tiny bit of convincing to get her to try it on. Moments later we were both let into a dressing room together, and I took the opportunity to stand close to my perverted and openly watch her undress, getting turned on all over again and reaching out several times to caress the flesh that is mine to do with, as I please. We didn't do anything risqué, there was just a lot of groping, and we exited the dressing room a few moments later without incident. The dress did not fit, so I did not purchase it for her.
Back in the car, I drove us to a nearby pancake house, where we both sat next to each other and enjoyed a light breakfast. She had strawberry blintzes, and I, strawberry crepe's. When we finished eating, I had just enough time to drive her the rest of the way to work, and give her a kiss and hug goodbye. While she toiled, I did a bit more shopping, and managed to find a large stuffed animal much like the one we had been searching for. I purchased it, put it in the back seat of the car, then texted her a picture of it the moment I had it in there. Her reaction was what I expected it to be; -like and enthusiastic. I made it clear that she would be getting fucked on the stuffed dog, later in the evening, and this provoked a similar reaction.
The evening passed, and my naughty angel was very busy at work. When I finally showed up, I had the stuffed with me, and she plucked it from my hands with great joy the second I arrived. It sat behind the counter with her while we chatted, and waited for the minutes to pass until it was closing time. When she finally turned off the lights and locked the door, we disappeared into a back room, and it was there that we got naked and fucked. Both of us took off our clothes, placed them haphazardly on a nearby desk, and exchanged a brief but passionate kiss before my princess cocksucker got to her knees and took me in her mouth for the second time that day. I was eager to fuck her, so she only spent a few moments like this before I reached out, grabbed the stuffed animal from the office chair, and tossed it onto the tile floor. He landed on his back, spread eagle, and this is how I told the young lady I was about to fuck to lay down as well. I pushed her back, made her place her arms at the same angle as the stuffed toy's, and instructed her to keep her legs open for me instead of laying them down on the plush legs of the dog. I knew her cunt would be wet, so I didn't even spit on my cock to get it ready, just got down on top of her and plunged right in.
To my surprise, the hole I pushed my cock into was not difficult to gain entry to. I know my fucktoy has been experiencing many issues with her birth control, and has in fact been menstruating for almost three weeks, so I can only assume this was a result of that. Honestly, I didn't give a shit, but I did make mention, out loud, that her cunt seemed open. Then I began to move my hips, and push into her deeper, and moments later had a very nice rhythm going. Looking down at my , I noticed something was missing, and paused a moment to sort of sit up and reach behind me on the desk, to grab an item that was sitting near the edge of it. I took the binky I had in my hand, and placed it in my perverted 's mouth, then went back to slamming my cock into her. She lay back, made wonderful noises, and squinted her eyes against the pain. Her arms remained aligned with the stuffed dog's, and I found the situation wonderfully arousing. All around us you could hear people in the other businesses closing up shop. Some of them ran around, other pounded out a rhythm for a few brief seconds and then went back to whatever it was they were doing. It was clear the walls were pretty thin, so punkin and I did our best to keep quiet. It wasn't easy.
The floor we were on was tile. Hard. Unyielding. My knees began to hurt almost immediately, but that pussy was so good I didn't much care for a while. At one point, the pain got so bad though, that I paused to search for the legs of the stuffed that weren't being used, so I could rest on them for a moment. This actually worked very well, and with the extra bit of cushion I was back to abusing that cunt and saying nasty things to my nasty slut in no time. And when I claim to have said nasty things, I really mean nasty. I won't describe it all, but I do know that a good deal of what I said revolved around how she was merely a hole for pleasuring people. I made it clear I'd only visited as often as I had that day, so that I could use her to get off. She was told that she was worthless, and I think I twice looked her dead in the eye and growled, "Fuck you". I can't say how many orgasms she had, but then convulsions I had to try and fuck through were intense, and numerous, so I'm sure she was getting off and having a good time. When I finally unloaded deep inside her, it was amazing, and we lay together for a long time afterward cuddling, talking, and gazing into each other's eyes.
Taking her home wasn't easy. I certainly didn't want to. We left, locking up behind us, got in the car, and I drove her to her apartment complex, where we said our goodbyes. The poor stuffed was practically strangled the entire way there, but it made me very happy to see her clutching him so tightly. She really is a little lady at heart, and I am going to cultivate that every way I can, sexual or otherwise. I am the first person that has been supportive, and nonjudgmental towards her about this, so I'm not eager to throw up too many boundaries right now. We'll just see how things progress, and how far she can regress. Our vacation this upcoming weekend will allow her a better environment, and much more time, to do so, and I am eager to watch, participate and experience. We are also going to take advantage and do a bit of filming while she is in this mindset/frame of mind. It promises to be a wonderful time!
So that was our Valentine's Day. What did I have planned that was so grandiose? Well, I'm not going to say, because I may just pick a random day to pull off what I was going to do, and then my post would be, "Do you remember that thing I said I was going to do on Valentine's Day? Well, I did it" and I'm not interested in that. The day after Vday I visited punkin during her lunch and took her out to the car to swallow my cock again. She did so with great pleasure, and shortly after was called back into work. The spent her entire lunch sucking Daddy's cock, so to say I am pleased with, and proud of, her is an understatement. I love my slut .
Here is a picture punkin sent me for Valentine's Day. It was yet another gift, from her, to me. I want you to enjoy it as well…
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switching over
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Posted:Feb 13, 2014 7:04 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2018 6:32 pm 36390 Views
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A few weeks ago Alt had some issues with uploading photos. It was something that happened to a lot of people, not just me. I took a moment to send a polite message to the staff and ask them what was going on, but instead of helping me or answering my question, it was suggested I go and delete all my posts that were self-promoting. Of course, I am referring to my other blog HetFlexK and not this one. Since that time, several things have been frozen on my page, and it appears my "Watchers" have a difficult time watching me. I've decided to start posting here now, instead of over there, to see if that'll clear things up.
If you are new to my blog, I welcome you and suggest you go to my old one HetFlexK and acquaint yourself with my proclivities, current love situation, professional endeavors, random complaints and rants, sexy pics, and anything else I feel like saying or posting. Then come back here and see what is currently going on in my crazy life.
If you are not new, I'd like to welcome you back. That's it. Tune in tomorrow for something new...
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do photos work?
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Posted:Jan 21, 2014 7:49 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2014 7:40 pm 36486 Views
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They've fixed things, and I can post pictures on my other blog, so this is superfluous, but definitely sexy...
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just in case
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Posted:Jan 19, 2014 6:55 pm
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 1:47 pm 33277 Views
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This blog is here, just in case my other one gets deleted by Alt. I will not post here, unless that happens.
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