A Better Me

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Because of other things that were going on in my life, I did not get this post out last week for Wicked Wednesday. But what a great week to share this instead!

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I am a better me today, at this moment, because of things I have been through, things I have learned, people that have been, and are, in my life. For the family, friends, acquaintances, people I know and don’t know, I am a better me for all these things.  

But especially for the man that has been by my side through the mess that is me. Every single bit in the last few years. He has supported me, boosted me up, argued with me and pushed me forward when needed. He has been my stronghold through it all. My man has been there loving me and guiding me through the hard times and the good times. He has not given up on me when I didn’t understand why. He is my rock and so much more than I could ever explain. Gave me a place to run to, a person to talk to and confide in and a reason to keep on going when I wanted to give up. He is so much to me and more.

@TheGentlemansR1 has been non-wavering and loving me through it all. I love him for everything he is and always has been.

He knows when I have had my times of internal battles. When my inner voice has told me all the things to make me stressed and anxious; where I am almost at the breaking point. He has pulled me up when I thought I couldn’t be. He has always pushed me to do what I needed to do in getting help in counseling and anything else that would help me get through it all. Such as, self-care in exercise, massages, meditation, doctor, whatever I might possibly need, he urged me on.

I always thought I was a strong person.  He and others say I am, more than I know.  But, I honestly have not felt I am, especially while going through so much in the last couple of years. A lot of things and people have affected me, how I am and how I see myself. I have acted and reacted in the wrong way.

Once I had given up trying to make things right, I gave up believing it could change. So I did not have boundaries, nor did I respect myself enough to change things when I knew they were wrong. I feel I have been judged, misunderstood and criticized by so many I care about. It is my belief that I have allowed myself to lose the person I am by trying to please others and take care of others first. I believe because of this, others do not understand why I am making myself a priority right now.  To find the me I am supposed to be so that they can respect the person I am. No, they may not understand, nor agree with the person I am. Just as long as they realize I am still me, yet a better version of me.  

I believe no one should judge another human being.  No one really knows what that person is or has gone through.  If you are going to judge someone, just realize you, at some point in your life, will be judged too. If you do not understand a person and that person’s ways, get to know them, talk to them, so that you can understand, at least a little bit. 

Do not criticize a person.  They may be different than you. Do different things than you. Have a different way of looking at things and the world than you. This does not make them wrong.  It does not make either one of you wrong. Just different. Is that so difficult? If we were all the same, did the same things, thought the same way, acted the same way, looked the same way, what a boring world this would be.  This statement is so true. Someone very wise that loves me has said this more than once.

As always, I still want everyone around me happy.  Happy in me and happy in their own lives.  I feel there is so much hate and unhappiness in this world.  I know you can’t be happy all the time.  But looking at the positive side of things as much as possible does help in having better days, better relationships and better moods.  Yes, some days are more difficult than others to find that positive outlook. No matter what, you are alive and able to change things if you set your mind to it. 

I have gone a bit off the subject.  When I touch on something I feel strongly about, that is what I do.  And I seem to be able to write things down to make a point much better than saying them.  

I just want to thank all those that support me, and especially the man that is always by my side as my support, friend, guide, protector, and love.  

I have a way to go still but I know I am on the right track.

Thoughts and More

 *Image by Zebra Rose.  Image originally published on Twitter and used with permission.

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Thoughts of him fill her mind.  His tall height, his strong build, his kinky mind, his powerful constant need for her, even his overwhelming lust for more; all had her so turned on and horny for him. He wouldn’t be home for a while still and she needed to quench this thirst and want for him.  

She took a bath with fragrant bubbles to relax her mind and turn it to other thoughts, yet all it did was make her feel even more sensual and because of this she started running her hands over her body.  She started with her left hand going up her neck and back down, sliding to her taught nipples as her right hand joined the left.  Both slid down over her stomach, to her mound and smooth cunt.  The feeling was amazing as she imagined him there with her, picturing him in her mind and the way he watches and touches her.  She catches her breath and decides to dry off and continue this on their bed. 

She lays across the bed and continues exploring her body, seeing him in her mind as she has seen him so many times, getting pleasure from watching her please herself for him.  Knowing damn well that she is turning him on more and more as she touches her pussy and plunges her fingers in to bring them back out wet and creamy with her juices.  Showing him how much she wants this, how much she wants him.  

She is lost in this fantasy.  Lost in the way she feels, as always, when she is turning both him and herself on with this sexy scene.  She opens her eyes, thinking of him and sees him standing by the bed watching her.  She holds her breath.  He is actually right there, really there.  No imagining now.  She pauses and he tells her, “don’t stop. Continue.”  

Letting out a sigh, she continues, watching him closely.  Knowing even though she is not supposed to be doing this without him, he is here now, and he wants her.  He watches intently as she continues to touch herself, continues to bring herself closer and closer to climax.  As she does, he undresses and stands by intently taking her in, cock hard and ready for her.  She is so close, breathing faster, blood rushing to her cheeks and to her pussy.  As she is about to cum, he stops her and she moans.  He then takes over and brings her to orgasm with his own skilled hands and fingers.  He has her turn over and he fucks her, cock in pussy and fingers on clit.  Bringing her back up fast and hard as they both release together.  

“Damn, I love watching you!” he says, sounding satisfied.  She smiles and snuggles in to him as they lay there in each other’s arms catching their breath.  “Ready for more?” he asks.  

“Oh yes, please!” she says with a sinfully greedy smile.  

 

My Piercing Intrigue

Piercings!  I am very intrigued by them.  What is it about getting older and deciding you have to try things before it is too late?  I have several ear piercings, one clit hood piercing and would love to get nose and belly pierced.  Have also thought about nipples.  My wonderful friend Marie of @RebelsNotes and https://rebelsnotes.com encourages me in these endeavors.  And I see there are so many others that have great experiences and love their piercings as well.  

As I said, I have several ear piercings

Three to be exact, in both ears.  I love the ability to wear several different earrings at one time.  Long, short, sparkle or just decoration.

I have always wanted my belly pierced but have not done so and in the last few years have considered my nose.  Love the little extra sparkle it brings.  Then I have also thought about clitoral hood and nipples.  

What about Genital Piercing

In the last year I decided to do the clitoral hood piercing.  I am loving it so far.  It definitely gives that extra stimulation I have heard about, which is awfully nice.  (This is the lateral piercing which is known for more stimulation during sex.  I understand the horizontal is more for decoration purposes.) https://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/a20746125/clit-piercing/ shares some great information on the clitoral piercings.  

The horizontal piercings are definitely a possibility in the near future!

Belly Button and Nose Piercings

Yes, I would really like my belly pierced.  I have always loved that special adornment there for the extra draw to my belly button and always thought it looks so sexy.  So, yes, I would really love the belly button piercing, even at my age.  I figure, if you want it, try it.  And if it doesn’t feel right or fit for you, take it out.  No harm, no foul.  This is what I have been told by so many as well.  

The same goes for the nose piercing.  Just that added little tiny sparkle is what I love and think it is so sexy and just says, “yes, I am confident in me and how I am and look.”  

Now, the nipples

This is a hard decision.  I have sensitive nipples already and so it concerns me that because of this, a) it will hurt extra bad when piercing, b) they are already ultra sensitive, so will it make it even more so with the piercings there or take it away? and c) will they be able to accept clamps with the piercings or will there be a need to do other forms of nipple play instead?

Yes, I have thought of all of this.  I love the jewelry for nipples.  It would be so much fun with being able to dress them up.  But, I guess I am just worried it will take away from the fun play I can have now with clamps, suction cups and sucking from mouth play.  So there is so much to think about and consider!!

Any input and suggestions are always welcome! 🙂

Check out the other great shares on piercings on the

#WickedWednesday prompt here 

*pics from Pixabay and bing.com/images

 

Voyeuristic Indulgence

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*Pic from Pixabay

I have been struggling of late in my writing.  I miss it but it is as if the words will not flow.  I start typing and then nothing.  Nothing comes out right.  Nothing makes sense.  Nothing has the flow.  Ugh!

So I am trying this once again….

Hold on tight cause here we go!

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My apartment is so hot.  Because of this, I lay on top of my sheets, naked.  Have the window open and the fan going above me, blowing cool air on my sweat-covered body.  Tossing and turning trying to get cool and sleepy.  I have a busy day tomorrow and need to get to sleep but it eludes me.  

I listen to the night sounds of the apartment complex and it’s surroundings.  A dog barking in the distance, a fox or some other animal digging in one of the bins, a cat meowing to get in to its home.  But, wait, what is that other sound I hear?  Far away moaning?  Surely not outside, right where anyone from the building can see and hear them.   It sure sounds like it though.

Sliding off the bed I walk to the window to see if I can find the body this moaning comes from.  I look around the ground, about 12 feet below my window, but nothing to be seen.  Now it sounds to be on the same level as where I stand.  There are several other windows open in our building.  So now to determine where this sexy sound is coming from.  

My neighbors next door are away on holiday for the week, so not them.  The good looking guy just across the way went to bed early after I saw him strip down, climb in bed and turn off the lights.  Jess, my friend that lives two doors down to the left of him, is out with her boyfriend and most likely staying with him for the night.  

Then I spot movement in the apartment two down on the right from good looking guy.  Hearing more moaning, I look intently at the window and see two figures moving around near the window.  Pulling clothes off each other and groping one another.  Tall, dark muscular guy pulls the dress over the gal’s head and quickly removes the bra.  Shorter, nicely shaped blonde gal already has stripped his shirt and trousers off.  It’s like watching my own personal sex movie.  He turns her around in one move and throws his body against hers, pushing her to the window.  Biting her neck and earlobes, he reaches around kneading her breast in one hand as the other hand slides down to her mound.  She holds on to the window frame leaning back into him.

I catch my breath, knowing I should move away from the window and give them privacy, yet I am spell bound, watching and listening.  Reaching slowly down with my own hand, I slide my fingers to my folds, feeling the building wetness as my body reacts to what I see and hear.  

Piercing her with his cock he is now pounding her against the window as they both moan and groan with their pleasure.  They are so lost in one another they don’t think to worry about anyone seeing or hearing them.  Or even care that someone might.  Their lust for one another has taken them to a place they need to be fulfilled.  

I feel the pleasure of my own making rising.  Moaning, I quickly look to see if they hear or see me.  No, they are too lost in their moment.  

The intensity now escalating, their moans getting louder and she squeals as she releases.  He reaches around and plays with her clit, bringing her back up quickly, as they reach their climax together.  I turn my head into the room and moan as my orgasm hits me at the same time. 

Catching my breath, I look back their way to see if they are still there.  She has turned around, and they are kissing as he pulls her into the room away from the window.  I take another deep breath and giggle at myself for that bit of voyeuristic indulgence.   Looking around, I try to see if anyone else possibly saw me or them. 

As I pass over good looking guy’s window, I see a movement and he steps forward.  Naked, slim, muscular body, hand around his cock, smile on his face and he blows me a kiss.  We smile a conspiratorial smile and retreat back into our rooms for the night.  

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2 Souls On Fire

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My song I am sharing is 2 Souls On Fire by Bebe Rexha

Any time I hear this song (in one of my song lists) I just want to hear it again.  It’s fun and gets your mind in places, good places. 😉

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My daydream as I listen to the song:

On our walk there are storm clouds overhead.  We pick up our pace to get to our cabin before we are caught in the downpour.  

The wind picks up and rumbling starts. We see our shelter just ahead and as we move faster, the rain starts.  Not just light, but big drops as if being pelted with water rocks.  We run as we get drenched in the last few feet before our cover.  

Once inside, we quickly remove our soaked clothes and grab towels to dry each other off.  Rubbing your skin and working my way down, to your feet and back up.  Stopping as I get to your cock that is now excited and hard for me.  I cannot help myself and I kiss the tip, sliding my tongue around it, pulling it into my mouth.  Lightening brightens the room, thunder makes our surroundings shake.  You groan and lean over, pulling me to my feet.  

You cover me with the towel you are holding.  Drying my chill-bumped skin slowly and sensually.  Stopping at my breasts, kissing and sucking each nipple.  I moan with pleasure.  

Dropping the towels we cling to each other as we kiss and quickly  stumble together to the bed, falling over onto it.  Thunder rolls over us again.  

Our desires over-take us and like two souls on fire we can’t get enough.  Touching, caressing, completely devouring one another.  We are lost, breathing heavily, bodies hot and covered in sweat from the need and thirst for skin on skin, heart to heart, soul to soul. Moving together and within the other till we are one.  

And as we come down from our reveling in each other, we lay there, arm in arm, listening to the thunder and the rain as the lightening lights up our surroundings.  

It’s not long, with the heat building up between us, as if the thunder and lightening is within us, that we are lost again as two souls on fire.

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Just a little daydreaming with a song is always great! Gets you in the mood for something really good later. 😉

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Fantasy in Poem

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As I searched for something to choose for my fantasy writing, I saw that so many of us women have the same fantasies.  Nice to know we aren’t alone.  But I want to do something different. So…

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As I am guided into the room

It feels as dark as a tomb

With a blindfold over my eyes

So I can fully experience my surprise

Pulled over to the edge of a bed

I sense there is another body instead

Of just my lover and mine

And a tingle goes up my spine

I am laid back upon the mattress 

Then feel what seems like a cactus 

Rolling, prickly down my chest and over my nipple

A person moves closer and there is a ripple

In the bed covers and my body

Sensing all the possible naughty

Things we will be doing for this time together

As they have me tethered

In this time and space

I can’t believe I am in this place

Where my fantasies will be given

And all we share driven

By our insatiable desires all night long.

Warped and Perverted Thing To Do

“You are so warped!” Maggie laughs as Max tells her what he has planned for her, “But I like it!”

“I thought you would.”

“So where are we going and what do we need to do?”

“I have everything planned.  Since we planned on coming here to this club I have been planning.  We are going into the private rope and harness room. I will just need you to strip bare so I can get to you easily once we are in there.”

“Okay! I’m really excited about this.”

“Me too.”

As they enter the room Maggie takes off all her clothes and stands waiting for Max to direct where he needs her to be.  

Once he has set out the things he will use on the table he directs her to stand under the pulley.  He works the rope around her body, making a harness around her chest and back area.  He then has her lay down on the mat she is standing on and proceeds to tie her legs and connect that bit to the harness.   Fastening her to the pulley, lifting her up off the mat and into the air where she is now suspended.  Working on it a bit more, making sure he has secured her properly.  Each sensitive area open for him to reach and use. 

She watches, breathing steadily, knowing what his plan is and wondering how she will react once he starts.  

The whole time he has focused on tying the rope, he constantly checks in to make sure she is okay; the rope wasn’t too tight or loose and touching her every now and then to keep them connected.  

She feels so different suspended this way.  She is excited in anticipation on how he will take this, yet confident she will enjoy this time they share.  He walks over and places a blindfold over her eyes.  

“I want you to just feel.  You know my plan, but I don’t want you to see each thing I will be doing.  Just enjoy.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says with a smile.

The first thing she feels is such a slight touch she is not sure what it is, or if it is actually anything, until he moves from her arm to her right breast with it, to her nipple.  She shivers.  A feather!  He swirls it around each nipple, down her belly to her mound.  Teasing it around that most sensitive area and on down her legs.  He touches right on the underside of her right knee and she giggles.  

“Ssshhh…” he says with a smile.  

She pinches her lips together to try and hold another giggle in as he does the same to the other knee. 

He continues, but this time it is something that has more than one feather.  Or is it bristles, like a brush?  Oh yes, that is it.  Like a paint brush.  

His light touch moves down to her feet and she flinches when he reaches right on the bottom of her left foot.  He wiggles and curls it around.  She can’t help the laugh that escapes from her mouth this time.  She twists her head from one side to the other, squeezing her eyes shut, even though blindfolded.  Her reaction is even more so with her right foot.  Trying to move her legs, but can’t as they are tied in a way she cannot move away at all.   

“Mmmm…I found a really sensitive spot here,” she hears him smile as he says, “lets see where else you might be ticklish and sensitive.”

He continues up and down her body finding each and every spot with different items he uses.  After the brush, he uses a small flogger, then a crop. Last but not least, his fingers.  Oh the response he receives from just the use of his fingers after all he had done is the best! She laughs so hard that she screams.

Now that was a perverted thing to do for play, but they both loved it.  

Once back home after their session, they had great sex and then a wonderful, exhausted sleep. 

My Own Sexy Ménage à Trios

*Picture is from the beautiful Marie Rebelle of Rebel’s Notes

It’s very quiet over here, like I am home alone. But I’m not…

My roomies are here.  Both in their shorts and t-shirts.  Bo, with brown hair, all six feet, three inches of bronze body and works out to get himself so toned.  Tim on the other hand, plays sports, so, solid six feet, athletic physique and blonde.  All the girls fall for him.  Playing their game, headphones on, being all macho and totally focused on beating one another.  I could be doing anything and they wouldn’t even know.  

Maybe watching a sex video. Getting turned on and playing with my cunt. Getting completely naked right on the couch, playing with my nipples and making them stand at attention, my body needing more.  

Hmmm, sounds fun! Not my norm, but definitely a sexy daring idea.  

But, here I sit with my auburn hair up in a pony tail, work out pants and sports bra on.  I did some yoga this morning before coming in here to read and watch these guys in their quiet war.  I would be a complete klutz trying to get out of these pants easily.

‘There are other ways to enjoy myself,’ I think.  And although this book is really hot, I want visual.  I put down my book and pick up my tablet.  I look back at the guys and they are totally engrossed in their game.  

I find a great threesome video and start watching it.  It’s so real.  No fake noises or acting. I put myself in the girl’s place.  Imagine myself being the one with the two guys.  Being played with and enjoyed by them.  I have dreamed of it so often.  Who wouldn’t, living with two roommates like these guys to be around daily?   

I’m so horny it’s automatic that my hand slides down and into my pants.  Finding my folds. I caress them slowly with my fingers, sliding up and down and finding my clit at the top.  Circling and putting a little pressure on it. Feeling so good, I want more.  

Propping the tablet up on a pillow on the cushion beside me, I now have both hands available.  Glancing over at the guys, they are still playing but have slowed down.  I pause to watch a moment to make sure they are not stopping.  They banter back and forth a few minutes than continue on with their game.  

So I now ramp up my game.  Having both hands, one on my clit and the other finger fucking my pussy.   I’m so lost in my enjoyment and need that I have lost focus on the guys and don’t see that they have noticed me and have stopped playing their game to watch me at mine.  

My eyes closed now, not focused on the scene in front of me on the tablet, I don’t realize until I feel extra hands on the tips of my breasts that I am not alone any more.  My eyes open, startled to see Bo there, looking down at me.  Tim is kneeling beside me where my hands are.  

He looks back at me, blue eyes hot with desire, “Can we help?”

I hesitate.  Even though I have wanted this for so long, I was scared it would ruin our relationship as roomies, so I never pursued it.  

“This is something we have wanted with you, Jesse.  Please say yes,” Bo says, gorgeous brown eyes pleading.  

I nod and in a split second, pants and bra are off and gone.  The guys are naked and I am no longer watching the video, but experiencing my own sexy ménage à trois.

One Of Those Stormy Days

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There are days Susie doesn’t feel submissive at all.  This is one of those days.  No matter what Daddy tells her she wants to go against it.  Something has been brewing in her for the past few days and she doesn’t know what.  She is frustrated and emotional.  

Today when Daddy gets home from work he tells her he is going to sit and read the paper while she finishes up in the kitchen.  She stops what she is doing and just watches as he comes over, gives her a kiss on the cheek and then moves on to the living room and sits in his favorite chair to read.  

This hits her wrong and she is steaming inside as she cleans up her mess from preparing dinner and getting things on the table.  By the time everything is ready she is livid, feeling he doesn’t care how she is or if she wants some time with him.  He is too worried about reading the paper and relaxing.  

“You know, Daddy, it would be nice if you came in here to talk to me while I finish up. I would like some of your time since I haven’t seen you all day.  But instead, you feel you would rather read the paper and be away from me.” She says heatedly, not thinking of how she sounds having worked herself up to this explosion internally.  

He looks at her, says nothing, looks back down at the paper and continues reading what is in front of him.  She wants to scream but sees it probably won’t do anything to make him move.  Yet, she can’t help what comes out next.  

“Fine! Dinner is ready.  I am going to the room.” And she flounces off to the bedroom and sits on the bed in a huff, folding her arms across her chest like a child that has been scolded and giving her best pout. 

She waits, listening intently to hear if he is following her to the room.  Nothing.  She places her hands on both sides of her legs on the bed and holds the covers in her grip.  Listening.  Still nothing.  

In another huff, she pushes herself off the bed and peaks out the door and down the hall to see if he is there.  Nope, not there.  She walks back into the room, paces the floor and then takes a deep breath.  She turns and walks back to the kitchen.  

He is still in his chair, reading the newspaper.  

She walks over to him, kneels in front of him, places a hand on his knee and says, “I’m sorry, Daddy, I don’t know where that came from.  Please forgive me.  I guess I just want your attention.”

He finally looks down at her, folds the paper and places it on the table beside his chair. 
“There are other ways to get my attention Kitten.  If you wanted me in there with you to talk, all you had to do was ask.”

“Yes, Sir, I know you are right.”

“So what do we do about it now?” he asked.

“Discipline spanking Daddy?”  

“Yes, but I believe we will wait until after dinner.  Let you think about it a bit more.  Have your corner time and then the spanking before bed.  Agree?”

“Yes, Daddy, I agree.”  She hung her head.

“Well, lead the way then Kitten.  We don’t want the fine dinner you cooked to go cold.”  He takes her hands and stands, pulling her up with him.

They move to the kitchen table and she is anxious, but a bit calmer now. Damn! Why does her emotions have to take control sometimes and get her in trouble like that?! Will she ever learn? If it gets her the spanking she needs, maybe not! 

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Holding Hands

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I know this is not a sexy post but it is from my heart and how I felt when seeing the prompt for this Wicked Wednesday to share.  

There have been so many different people throughout my life that for one reason or another have either held my hand or I have held theirs. 

Growing up it was my mom and dad holding my hand and guiding me the best way they knew how with all I went through and experienced and learned.  

As the last 30 years have gone, I held the hands of those I love going through things they needed support for, either moral or emotional; my children growing up and guiding them as my parents did me; and friends that needed my hand to hold through several things they were going through.  I always try to be there for others I care for, just because I love them and want to be there for them through their needs.  I hope then that when I need a hand it will be there for me to hold in turn.  I do not expect it, but of course the hope is there. 

I am now in a time of my life that I need several hands to hold for support.  I am very blessed and grateful to have those ‘several hands’.  Sometimes not ones I was hoping would be there as well, but maybe eventually they will.   

It’s really amazing when you have someone who you can hold hands with that is going through something at the same time as you, and you can be each other’s support and hold one another up together.  

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To be offered a hand I need to hold

For loving support and to forward go

With all the care I need right now

Understanding and lifting up somehow

In my need you come to me

To guide me and lead me on my knees

Showing that what I am wanting

Is for release, all thoughts of daunting

To get me through the fears and anxiety

By holding me up by belief and propriety

Leading me to the self-love I should render 

For all this care by a hand that is tender

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I am loved, and when I need a hand to hold and pull me through I know there are those I can count on.  And when I am needed by those I love and care for, even by those I have not met or have just met, I am there/here to lend my hand when needed because I love so much.  

 

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