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I'm Not Here, I'm In the UK...

Okay, so I'm not literally in the UK. But my words are!



KD Grace kindly allowed me the opportunity to rabbit on for a while about cover art, writing erotica, and the blend between the two fields. There's also a step-by-step look at the creation of Sommer Marsden's "Wanderlust" cover.



Please feel free to head on over and check out my, like, totes deep thinkerizations about, like...stuff.

And Now It's Free!

[Cross-posted with Coffee-Fueled Erotica]






That's right, folks. "Submission Therapy" by Salidas & Rowe is now FREE on Amazon, as it is pretty much everywhere else in the world! Currently, it's sitting well up inside the top 100 free titles on Amazon. Find out what so many others are learning: the ecstasy of truly submitting to the perfect Dom!









Part One in the Consummate Therapy Series








Billionaire CEO of Blakely Incorporated, Natasha runs her empire with an eagle eye for every detail. She's an obsessive, compulsive, micromanaging hard-ass, consumed by the need to control every aspect of her life and her business.

But underneath that seemingly strong façade, Natasha is a swirling mess of anger, anxiety and sexual addiction. Only her therapist, Dr. Benson, knows how close she is to burning out...or exploding. He insists on a radical form of treatment - Submission Therapy - knowing that it's her only hope.

Skeptical but intrigued, Natasha agrees to attend the first session. What she finds there is an erotically-charged environment that will forgive none of her habitual bad behavior. And a steely-eyed man who seems to read her every desire - even the ones she won't admit to herself.

Will Natasha learn what it means to submit? Or will she allow her brittle pride to rob her of what she truly needs?

WARNING: This title contains graphic language, sexual situations, bondage, discipline, toys, and plenty of billionaire shenanigans.


An Excerpt from Submission Therapy













Master Sweet rested his hand back in my hair. "Natasha, it's time to begin."



He fisted that hand again, reigniting the heat in my scalp, while his other swept down my calf and stopped at my red-black two-toned peek-a-boo toe Louboutin pumps. 



"What size do you wear, Natasha?" He drew the shoes off one at a time.



"Six." 



"Yet you have size eight feet."



"Guys exaggerate their dicks, girls shrink their feet." 



He turned his already-tight fist, pulling a sharp breath into my lungs. "That kind of language is a privilege. One you've not earned."



I couldn't speak through the tension in my body, and I couldn't nod without risking searing pain. Thankfully Master Sweet eased his grip just enough to allow my voice back.



"Yes."



"You will address me as Master Sweet, or simply Master."



"Yes, simply Master." I tensed up, ready for him to squeeze again. Instead he shocked me by pushing forward, overbalancing me until I was on hands and knees, my cheek buried in the carpet. His pelvis nudged up against my ass, and he was definitely packing something hard in there.



He took a long, deep breath in. "I do so enjoy these early stages."



"Yes, Master," said the toadying redhead.



He brought his free hand back down to my feet. He appeared to still be addressing his off-sider. "Look at the deep lines her shoes have carved. The rich redness of constriction."



"Yes, Master."



His breath seemed to falter for a moment. "It will be exquisite to see this all over her body."



All over my body? What exactly was that supposed to mean? I should have known better. Never agree to a deal without the terms being spelled out in a contract. Business 101. "Listen, Mister Sweets. Unconventional sex therapy is one thing, but no one is putting any kind of marks on my body. Are we clear?" I threw his condescending words back at him.



"Do you understand what it means to submit?" 



His callous tone caught me off guard, but I quickly recovered.



"I have underlings for that."



"So you see submission as a form of weakness."



"Absolutely. I bow to no one."



"You do now. " The finality of his words was chilling.

A Little Bit o' Braggin'

I've been making cover art for over three years now. In that time I've worked with a couple of writers who have gone on to make enormous successes of themselves. And that makes me feel good, although their successes were on books that I had nothing to do with. I just like that people I rubbed shoulders with (over the interwebs) are doing really well for themselves.




But there's another success story I've been working with for a while. And that's Selena Kitt. The relationship began when, as head honcho of Excessica, Selena offered me a contract to publish The Three-Day Hump.




Not long later, Excessica was looking for cover artists. I'd been working in page layout and ad design for over 20 years so I figured I'd offer my services. I was as surprised as anybody when not only was I given the job, but I seemed to have a bit of a knack for it.




Since then, I've created well in excess of 200 pieces of cover art. And a good deal of them (almost a quarter) have been for Selena herself. That's a big deal to someone like me. I'm a minnow in the publishing world. When Selena asked me to make her a few covers, she was already enormously successful. But in giving me the opportunity to create some covers for her, it meant that my work is now being seen by thousands of people all around the world. Possibly even hundreds of thousands.




Which brings me to the real point of this blog...the new covers. I'm feeling very proud of these ones. It's for Selena's upcoming new series of fairy tale adaptations. We wanted this new series to stand out as different from the previous series, but still maintain the fairytale feel.




And what did we come up with? Well it's all just down there. I'm very pleased with the results.




Go on...take a peek. You know you wanna!

Guest Post - Justine Elyot

Today, I'm very excited to welcome Justine Elyot to Willsin's World. Justine and I have appeared together in an anthology before (Sommer Marsden's Gritty), and she has a very deft touch with the putting the words in, like, a real good order and that.




It's my very first visit to this very fine blog and I must first of all thank Willsin for his kind hospitality.




I'm here today because I've got a book out. When I say book, I mean ebook, and when I say ebook, I mean novella. It's about 40,000 words long and it's called Confessions of a Kinky Wife. 















Here's the lowdown:

Is it possible to be a confident twenty-first century woman and submit to your lover? It's difficult, as a modern woman, to admit that you want your lover to punish you. Not just a fun spanking in the bedroom – real punishment.Philippa knows what she wants. She wants her police officer husband to take her in hand.But how do you ask your lover to hurt you? And, if they're willing, how do you make sure that being taken in hand doesn't get out of hand?Philippa and Dan explore the secret world of Domestic Discipline. Perhaps it will suit them, perhaps it won't. But they mean to find out, one way or the other.

Excerpt:




OK, tonight's the night. It really is. It has to be. 

I've lost count of the number of times I've almost brought the subject up.

I've rehearsed the words eleventy-three times while I've cooked 'special' meals or clipped my stockings on to my suspenders or even just lain sprawled with his head in my lap watching something vaguely sexy on TV.

I always start with some kind of mention of how I'm a 'bad girl', just to see what he might say to that. But he always says, "Just the way I like you, love," and there we are, taking the vanilla fork in the road again, while he reaches for another handful of popcorn and pats my thigh absent-mindedly.

This makes me sound like some kind of unsatisfied horn dog but I should stress that I'm not unhappy with our sex life, and he can be prevailed upon for some slap and tickle when the mood's right and we're in the thick of things. It's always jokey and short-lived and self-conscious, though. A couple of quick swats on the bum when I bend over for rear entry, for instance, just because he likes the way my cheeks jiggle. I always moan over-dramatically, encouraging more, but he must think I'm just desperate for his cock, because he never repeats the move.

Yeah, I know it's ironic. Communication. Exactly what I spend all day teaching troubled teenagers about. Yet, when it comes to translating my fantasies into words for my lovely husband, I'm useless.

But tonight I'm taking the bull by the horns. (Please provide your own rude joke.) Could any night be more perfect? Our third wedding anniversary. And what's your third wedding anniversary? Oh yes – leather!

I've heard all the bawdy suggestions, thanks. Catwoman outfit, check. Strap-on, check. Gimp mask, check. None of these are what I had in mind for him, though.

I went to a little shop in town that specialised in leather goods. It was surprisingly hard to find exactly what I wanted. Everything was the wrong colour or gimmicky, over-designed with stupid monogram buckles.

What I wanted was a plain, old-fashioned man's belt, tan leather with that authentic cowhide kind of look and feel. Smooth on one side, suedey on the other, and with a big brass buckle. And the weight had to be right. I don't mean right for sitting around his hips and keeping his trousers up either. I mean right for wrapping around his fist and giving me a good thrashing with.

I browsed dozens of the wrong kind, wrinkling my nose at their unsatisfactory smell. They were too light, borderline plasticky. I needed that good, deep, leather aroma that travelled like lightning from my nostrils to my clit.

When I found it, I had to take a moment, look over my shoulder to make sure nobody saw me, and breathe deep and long.

Oh yes. That was the one. Right colour, right weight, right buckle, right feel, right smell. This was the belt my husband could whip me with.

I felt ridiculously coy taking it to the counter. I had to keep telling myself that it's perfectly usual for a man to receive a belt as a present and nobody's going to assume I'm a pervert. But I just felt that the man who untagged it and wrapped it and took my money knew perfectly well what I wanted it for. And he thought I deserved it too.

By the time I left the shop, I was in a stew of arousal. I walked to the car with wet knickers and nipples punching their way out of my bra cups. When I got home, I took the belt out of its bag and lay on the sofa, sniffing it, while I put my hands down my knickers. 

I fantasised about Dan coming home early and catching me at it. In my fantasy he was still wearing his uniform, even though he has to change at the end of each shift in real life, and he strode over, snatched the belt off me and ordered me over the back of the sofa.

"What have I told you about that?" he said sternly, pulling my knickers down to my knees. "You don't do it without me. You don't come when I'm not around. Is that so hard to understand?"

"No, Sir."

"So why can't you behave yourself?"

"I guess I'm a bad girl, Sir."

"Yes. And you know what happens to bad girls."

He was wrapping the buckle end around his fist.

"Yes, Sir."

"What?"

He trailed the V-shaped end over my bare bum cheeks, cold and ticklish.

"They get punished, Sir."

"That's right. You're going to learn your lesson, Pip. It's going to be a hard one, but that's what you need."

That's what I need. Oh yes.

He was only halfway through the spanking, the leather falling full-strength, heating my arse like fire, before I came, really hard. I jerked around so much that the belt slid off my face and on to the carpet.

No sign of Dan, though. Hardly surprising because his shift didn't finish till nine.

My orgasm had ironed out the knots a tough day's work had added to my spine, though, so it was all good. I headed for the shower and thought, yet again, about how I was going to talk him into what I had in mind.

So, anyway, wedding anniversary. Tonight's the night and I've got champagne on ice for when we get home from the restaurant. I've also got the dark red silk underwear on underneath this dress. I'm waiting for him to change into his best suit and then we're off out. The Talk will happen. Wish me luck.




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They have a great time working it out – if you want to join them on their voyage of discovery, the book is available from the following outlets:




Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Confessions-Kinky-Wife-ebook/dp/B009UL3SUE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361218474&sr=8-1&keywords=justine+elyot+confessions+of+a+kinky+wife




Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Confessions-Kinky-Wife-ebook/dp/B009UL3SUE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361218506&sr=8-1




Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/confessions-of-a-kinky-wife-justine-elyot/1113824212?ean=9780007513031




And if you want to visit me, I can be found here: http://justineelyot.com/




Thanks for reading – and thanks again to Willsin!

The Next Big Thing

What is a blog hop? Basically, it’s a way for readers to discover authors new to them.  I hope you'll find new-to-you authors whose works you enjoy.  On this stop on the blog hop, you'll find a bit of information on me, my co-author Katie Salidas, and one of our upcoming books.




Thanks to fellow author Parker Ford for inviting me to participate in this event. Parker is one of my favourite smutty writers. Her work is deliciously edgy and it has a heart you can feel beating whenever you read her. You can click the following link to learn more about Parker and her work. Website:  http://parkerford13.blogspot.com




In this blog hop, I have answered ten questions about my book or work-in--progress (giving you a sneak peek). I've also included some behind-the-scenes information about how and why Katie Salidas and I write what we write – the characters, inspirations, plotting and other choices we make. I hope you enjoy it!




Please feel free to comment and share your thoughts and questions. Here is my Next Big Thing!




1: What is the working title of your book? 

“That spin-off from Consummate Therapy”!




2: Where did the idea come from for the book?

When Katie Salidas and I were writing the Consummate Therapy series, we had a lot of fun crafting the little parts where a character named Chloe appeared. She piqued our interest enough that we decided to write her story. She may even spin out into a series as well.




3. What genre does your book come under? 

Erotica...with possible romantic overtones.




4: Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? 

Well, Chloe being a redhead and all, I’d probably choose a young Julianne Moore. Failing that, Emma Stone would be lovely to see in this role!




5: What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

What kind of man can make Chloe submit at the flick of a “switch”?




6: Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher, or represented by an agency?

It will be published through Excessica.




7: How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? 

We’re still working on it! So I can’t answer that one accurately, yet.




8: What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? 

Well definitely the Consummate Therapy series, of course.




9: Who or what inspired you to write this book?

It really was just the fun Katie and I had with the Chloe character. Her ability to switch between dominant and submissive, sometimes adopting both roles simultaneously as a go-between for Master Sweet and Natasha.




10: What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Possibly the guest appearances from some of the other characters in the Consummate Therapy series.

Valentine's Day Story - Sweet Surprises

The second title in Salidas & Rowe's "Collage" series has just released. This time around we have two strapping young guys and one lucky lady. "Sweet Surprises" combines sensory deprivation, the international language of sweet, hot lovin', and some intense moments that are sure to get your blood - and maybe a few other things - pumping!





















Miranda Trujillo has everything a girl could ask for. But deep down, there are a few secret desires she’s never been able to satisfy.



This Valentine’s Day her boyfriend Brian will get her the ultimate gift...and it won’t be flowers or chocolate. 



It starts with a silk blindfold. And ends with four strong hands, two hot mouths, and one very lucky woman.








EXCERPT: 



His large hands smoothed her jeans down to her ankles. He braced her as she stepped, one foot at a time, from the legs of her pants. His breath blew against her skin, sending a rush of goosebumps spreading across her belly. The warmth of his hands found her hips again. Fingers delved beneath the hem of her silk panties, already soaking with her arousal.



“I love your scent, baby. So spicy.” Husky need filled his voice. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and drew them downward, achingly slow, smoothing a path down her soft thighs with the tips of his fingers. His breath tickled through the heat of her bush and her jaw quivered with excited need.



Miranda leaned on his shoulders as she stepped free of her panties. Brian ran his hands down her calves to her ankles, each movement slow, deliberate, as if he wanted her to savor every sensation. Hell, that had to be his plan, and who was she to complain? He could lavish attention on her all night and she would eagerly accept it. In fact he had, plenty of times already.



His nose brushed her bush. The light tickle of it sent a shiver through her, but it was the pair of strange hands behind her, tugging the hem of her sweater, that caused her to jump.



“What the hell?” Miranda shrieked. 



“Relax, baby. You remember? The blindfold, the sensory deprivation...that was only the second part of the present. Welcome to part three.”



“Who is that?” she demanded, lifting a hand up to her eyes.



Brian grabbed her wrist before she could reach the blindfold. “That won’t help. Who he is, where he’s from...it really doesn’t matter. It won’t help you enjoy yourself. It certainly won’t drive your fantasy...will it? Trust me. I know you want this, so it is my gift to you.”

Guest Post - Parker Ford

I'm delighted to welcome Parker Ford to Willsin's World today. You wouldn't know it from her edgy, intense and downright hot stories, but Parker is a pretty quiet lady. So let's all whisper "hi", so we don't spook her!



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I’ll admit to being a bit of a hermit. This is actually my first guest blog, well…ever. Way Back When, when I wrote Uncle Ed’s Lap, my intention was to write one fun book. Then I got the idea to write Father’s Keeper, Games…Fiction. Then came Sterling. Well, you get the picture. Despite intention, stories can come on strong and begin a life of their own. The writer is—pretty much—just along for the ride. And eventually the ride involves mixing and mingling with readers and writers.



When I was sitting there working on boring old desk job tasks and the idea for the Sin Alley series hit me, I brushed it off and kept pushing papers. But the thought kept reoccurring. What if there was a place…one place…that people could go to shop for just about any sexual wish or desire they held? What would the people who visited that place be like? What would the people who worked there be like? How would their lives cross and what would happen when someone seeking met someone offering?

My first flash of in inspiration for sexual wish was the whip. I have a thing for spanking, biting, whips, canes…corporal punishment. Some don’t, some do. That’s the beauty of Sin Alley. Book one, Gamble’s Whip, deals with a couple who need a boost in their sex lives due to illness and a man named Gamble with a whip is just what the doctor ordered.

Book two (coming end of February ’13), Cray’s Den, will maybe reach out to people that book one did not. Book three possibly…well, you get the picture. The idea quickly became a series in my mind and that brought me out of my shell just a little. Because when you have a bunch of stories for the same theme you sort of need to share it with others. Even if you are kind of shy. Like me. 

So I’ll be un-shy and say: I hope to see you visit Sin Alley. Whether it’s to check out the man with the whip or the guy who wants one night with a tranny or the one who’s looking to not just top but bottom or the girl who wants to flex her Dominatrix muscles. I hope you’ll just wander down the alley to see what there is to see.

Oh, and one final plea! I hope you’ll find me on Twitter. I have finally gotten on board. @WriteParkerFord is me. And if the stars all align, I’ll be joining Facebook soon enough. But baby steps, friends, baby steps 

P








MS has changed Sadie’s sex life. Her husband often can’t orgasm, but he still finds pleasure and wants her to have her own. Telling her that is one thing, convincing her is another. Davis’s wish for Sadie—for her birthday and otherwise—is pleasure. So Davis gives her something they’ve joked about for years. A trip down Sin Alley. Where you can find whatever your sexual craving may be. Including a man with a whip. Will Davis convince Sadie to give up her guilt and accept his gift?





Warnings: This title contains explicit sex, masturbation, whipping, corporal punishment, BDSM, cuckolding, sex for pay, and the release of inhibitions. 



Available now from:

Excessica | Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble | All Romance E-books | Bookstrand
All about Parker Ford – Parker Ford lives on the road more often than not. When she's not cruising a highway or taking a plane to some new place, she lives in a small house with her better half. She's the author of Uncle Ed's Lap, Father's Keeper, Cry Little Sister and Sterling. Her favorite thing in the world is an unconventional love story. Possibly even taboo. Visit her at parkerford13.blogspot.com

New Series - "Collage": Interracial College Menage

Our First Title: In The Dark























With finals completed Cory, Hana and Maddy plan to hit the clubs. But when a blackout kicks Cory’s achluophobia into overdrive, the girls decide to ease his fear...in any way they can.








WARNING








This title contains graphic language, sexual situations, multi-racial nookie, girl-on-girl lovin’ and frankly unsupportable fear treatment methods













BLURB:








Cory Matthews is a handsome undergrad...with an embarrassing phobia. One that gets his heart pounding every single night. Achluophobia. Fear of the dark.



With finals all done and dusted, Cory swings by to pick up his girlfriend Hana, and her sexy roommate Maddy, for a big night of hitting the clubs and blowing off steam.



But before their night of fun can get started a summer monsoon knocks out the power for a whole city block, plunging Hana’s house into pitch blackness...kicking Cory’s fear into overdrive.



Though Hana sometimes teases Cory about his phobia, she knows it’s no laughing matter. And she’ll use whatever comes to hand – including Maddy – to take his mind off his troubles.



Together, these temptresses will show him that sometimes darkness can be far more revealing than light.





































EXCERPT:








Working only by feel, she had my rigid cock out in seconds, leaving it sitting there in the cool night air. She bit my bottom lip, something she’d never done before, and then disappeared. Her hand throttled my cock, every rough tug seeming to pull another deep breath into my lungs. A moment later, the air turned warm, and I felt her tongue curling up along the underside until she reached the fat tip of it.



“Dayum, girl.” If the power came back on now, Maddy would get a full view of us. And that turned me on like nothing ever had. The threat of being caught fucking. Especially after all that teasing, from both ladies.



Hana slipped her hot mouth down over me, pulling up my shirt and scratching my belly with her nails, adding some sharp spice to the amazing pleasure. Another little twist she’d never done before. I slipped my fingers into her hair again, brushing it back from her ear as she licked and sucked on me.



The rain sounded like it was easing up a little. It was still loud, but now at least it didn’t sound like someone was driving a steam train on the roof.



A moan escaped my throat as Hana cupped my heavy balls. I hadn’t meant to make any noise, especially now there was more chance of Maddy hearing us. But what my girl was doing just felt so damn good. I pulled lightly on her hair and traced her cute little ear with my fingers. Her heavy pendant earring brushed against my wrist and I jumped.



’Cause I suddenly had a thought.



What if this wasn’t Hana? What if it was Maddy? 

Have You Been Naughty Like Natasha?

The excitement is everywhere, from Las Vegas to Brisbane! In fact, it’s
probably right in the middle of those two places that the excitement is
greatest! So, depending on which direction you go, that’s either in
southern Central African Republic, or about 1,000 miles south of
Hawai’i.


That’s right the “Consummate Therapy” series is complete!









If you haven’t caught up with the trials and tribbing...sorry,
tribulations...of Natasha Blakely, billionaire CEO, then now is the
perfect time to get your fingers wet. Sorry, I meant “feet”. Get your
feet wet.














When we first meet Natasha, she’s a hard-nosed control freak with
unhealthy addictions to coffee, cigarettes, and pretty young men with
prices on their...well, let’s say “heads”. When her therapist, Dr.
Benson, recommends “Submission Therapy”,
she is introduced to the notion of letting go, of releasing control.
Master Sweet shows her the mental, physical and emotional benefits of
simply submitting to the will of another.




Her journey continues through “Occupational Therapy”,
where she learns a most intimate form of personal control. Her
determination is strong but brittle, and though she’s had great success
in her business life, she finds these personal challenges far more
difficult. Simply because they require her to open up all the emotions
and memories that she has suppressed or denied in order to compete in a
man’s world. When this chapter ends, Natasha is faced with the most
pivotal emotional choice she’s ever had to make.




Which brings us to “Immersion Therapy”.
That story released on Friday, November 30th in the US, and it brought
out the best and worst of Natasha’s behavior. As usual, her pride wars
with her need. With the overload of sensation that Master Sweet has
introduced her to, she flails against everything she once knew to be
true. Yet she struggles to believe that a man who feels this good can
have any kind of permanence in her life.



Now with the series complete, we've wrapped it up into this bright and shiny package, just in time for the holidays.



Share a little therapy with someone on your Holiday list. Naughty or nice, we all need a little therapy sometimes. 





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He cuffed one hand, running his broad fingers up the inside of my forearm. “Normally I would use hemp rope, as before. Tonight...I don’t wish to lose momentum with you.”

That was as close as I’d ever heard to an admission of impatience from Him. Knowing what my body did to Him, understanding how much He wanted – needed – me, set my heart pounding with delight.

He cuffed my other hand and attached a lead to the chain linking them. Like before, He fed the rope lead though the eyelets on the bed frame. My arms were pulled forward tight as He secured the rope. I rested my head on the mattress, catching my breath as I awaited my beautiful punishment.

Master returned to me and picked up the paddle.

Involuntarily, I wiggled my ass, anticipating the first swat.

I felt his hand instead. He gently massaged each cheek. “Fifteen, Natasha. You will count them.” His hand sank lower to my aching clit. He gave a quick pinch and I squealed. “Understand?” He croaked.

“Yes, Master.”

The first swat landed square between my cheeks. The sting of it stole my voice, but it was the after effect that stole my breath. A swell of heat flushed my body. The balls felt as if they were bouncing around inside me, hitting every wall and nerve, like an erotic pinball machine. The sensation was overwhelming.

“One,” I whimpered helplessly, trying to hold back a yell.

The second swat bit into my left cheek. The familiarity of the feeling was like a warm blanket.

“Two,” I found my voice.

The third and fourth alternated between cheeks, but the fifth swat again found its home right in the middle. That was the sweet spot. A mixture of pain and unbelievable pleasure that, along with the rocking and rolling of those devilish little balls, threatened to ruin my control. I barked out the numbers, sounding more animal than human.

Master stopped, and again I felt his big hands on my ass. He squeezed and kneaded the tender skin. “You are magnificent, Natasha. I could get used to seeing the glow of this ass every day.”

“It is yours to spank, Master.”

He responded in kind, delivering another swat right to the sweet spot, sending pain and pleasure right to my needy mound.








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