Mischa Eliot, M. J. Spencer, Author, Erotica, SmuttyWorks

Oct 21

Mischa Eliot

Featured from Elsewhere: Free today – Pittsburgh Tales — Nicci Haydon

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Oct 19

Mischa Eliot

A Penny For Your Thoughts: Miserable to Magnificent

When life throws you illness, just throw pills at it until it goes away, right?

If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know I’ve been suffering from a head cold. I haven’t really written anything other than tweets and the Sneak Peek post about the Bundle coming out soon. Nope, haven’t written at all. It’s probably a good thing that I have a day job to muddle through on medication that makes me groggy and foggy to pay the bills. Not only does being sick suck, it sucks the life out of everything. I honestly feel for people who have allergies all year around and I feel for those who have illnesses that they are constantly taking medication for in order to have a life. Medication that could possibly cause all kinds of awful side effects.

I have friends I consider family that are taking all kinds of medication so they can have a somewhat normal life. I honestly don’t know how they do it, but they are quite inspiring. They get up every day and do what they do. They go on vacation, they spend time with friends and family, all the while being unable to do certain things or eat certain things. The fear of cross-contamination is prominent in people’s lives. It really makes you stop to think about how many people are truly afflicted with something in this world to understand how blessed you are to just have to pop an allergy pill in order to go on with your day.

Today, I want you to reach out to those people in your lives who are constantly having to watch everything they eat or everything they come into contact with. The people who have to take medication in order to get up in the morning and go about their day as if everything is just fine. Reach out to the people in your life that tend to turn down outings and see how they are. Because let me tell you – if I were in fear of cross-contamination every time I went out to eat, I would never bother leaving the house. I’d eat at home. I can handle pain, but if I can’t eat then life is at the worst low ever. I have a sister-friend that has to pay attention to everything about her food. My daughter is currently going through that and it pains me that I can eat whatever I want when she’s having to limit herself. Yes, it’s not a life-endangering sort of illness, but still, it’s painful and she can’t eat for a day if she’s triggered with something.

Show the people who are going through these crazy illnesses that we can’t seem to eradicate from our world and let them know they are in your thoughts. Just don’t get them sick, okay? Okay.

Oct 16

Mischa Eliot

Masturbation Monday: Flipping the Switch – Part Five

Welcome back for Flipping the Switch – Part Five! Grant gives in and let his Kitten do whatever she wants to him and he doesn’t want her to stop.

masturbation-monday-week-107“You’re so beautiful, Mistress,” When I stopped, his head fell back to expose his neck and his chest rose and fell as he tried to remember how to breathe. “Please don’t stop. Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Start from the beginning…

I ran my tongue up along his sack, the length of his cock, pausing to tease the head and lick the mess from his belly. I crawled up his body, kissing and licking my way to his throat. When I reached my destination, I grazed my teeth against his skin. He was shaking beneath me, this alpha male of mine.

“Do I look this wonderful and amazing to you when you’re punishing me, my love?” The words I hadn’t meant to utter escaped as I whispered them against his ear. I nibbled his earlobe and then slid back down his body to press him against my opening.

“So beautiful,” he said, the words coming out soft and sweet as he exhaled. The feeling of the head of his cock against me made my insides feel like melting butter. I lifted his length and inserted him slow and steady, inch by aching inch, regardless of my mind screaming to thrust myself down as fast and hard as I could.

My moans joined with Grants as we sang out our mutual pleasure as I tortured us both by moving slow, oh so slow, down until our hips met. Feeling him shift beneath me, I yanked the chain lightly that connected the nipple clamps. He froze, the pain engulfing him.

“No. You’ll not be moving. You are my slave and I will use you like a dildo. Stay still and do not come.” I punctuated my last command by touching his nipples lightly. I knew I would have to let them go, but not yet.

“Tell me you understand, slave.” I slapped my hand on his chest to get his attention focused.

“Yes, Mistress. I understand. I am your slave, your dildo, and I will not come until you give me permission.” Poor Grant, how he struggled to get out all those words. I knew he was feeling his nerve-endings shrieking with pain and pleasure throughout his body because I had been there. Many times.

I could feel the pulse of his heart in his cock. I clenched my lower muscles around him and he forgot how to breathe all over again. I leaned forward and started riding him in earnest. I started out slow because regardless of the fact that I was in charge here, I knew if I didn’t pay attention I would give in and beg to be taken.

Riding him on my own, without his fingers digging into my hips, gripping me tight and lifting me made things a little difficult, but I managed to make us both sweat and gasp and shudder while I tried to get a good rhythm on my own. I had my hands on his chest to help me bounce up and down, my nails digging into his flesh as I let my head fall back to be swept away by the intense pleasure pulsating through my body.

“Oh God, OhGodOhGod,” I lost all sense of myself as one of the best orgasms ever ripped through me. I felt shredded and pieced back together as a new person. As I came back down, I realized just how much fun and powerful it was to be in control. I reached forward and started loosening one of the nipple clamps.

If you’ve enjoyed this post, please come back next week for Part Six of Flipping the Switch!

You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

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Oct 14

Mischa Eliot

Snippets from the Bundle

Writing In Progress – I Promise

I’ve been working on two bundles. The first bundle is the Fix-It Fast Series bundle with Bonus Stories. One bonus story happens to be Fix-It Fast 10: Brooklyn and The Rebel. The other Bonus story will feature Alex and Hailey from Hailey and Her Dirty Secret (only available on Smashwords).

The other bundle is a bunch of semi-unrelated stories that include public sex, cheating, or both. And some voyeurism. I wanted to share a little bit of what I’m working on because I want all of you to know that I am writing. It just feels like it’s taking a little longer than usual because they’re bundles.

(I’m also working on the next 7 Days of Sin Short Story – Flashed on Friday… which is also a public sex/voyeurism type.)

Not only that, but two of the stories in the bundle are related to stories here on the blog. I’m writing about Kris and Ben from Porked in the Park. I’m also writing about the neighbor that happened to see Trey and Lucas during their outdoor play date in Wicked Game. Then some sexy things ensue. Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

Biker in my Bush

(Please continue when you stop laughing, and yes I still giggle at the title.)

I sunk my hands into his hair and kissed him back with the heat that had engulfed me. He grabbed my thighs, lifting me, my back banged hard against the door. I moaned into his lips when I felt the bulge in his pants press against me. There was some fumbling between my thighs and I heard the zipper draw down. Fingers caressed the silk fabric that kept us separated, then slid inside to feel the wetness contained within. Twitches and shivers ran through me, pinging every nerve-ending. Fingers probing, he slid one long finger deep inside to wriggle.

My hips thrust forward, trying to meet him for every wiggle of that hot finger inside me. A moan escaped into the thickness of his hair that hid my face. As he pushed aside my bottoms, he replaced his finger with the head of his cock.

Banged on the Bench

(Featuring Kris and Ben from Porked in the Park)

He didn’t bother sliding down my undies, he ripped them off and tossed them to the ground. I hadn’t heard his pants being unzipped or anything, but his cock was being shoved inside my soaked hole. I cried out and tried to pull away but he grabbed my hips, dug his fingers in and shoved himself all the way in while he pulled me back against him. It was exactly what I wanted, what I needed.

“You started it and now I’m going to fucking finish it,” Ben hadn’t eased up on his grip at all. I knew I would have finger-sized bruises in the morning. He pummeled me with short, fast, thrusts. My tits bounced back and forth, side to side, wildly out of control. I had removed my bra earlier for bed and now they swung free, trying to match the pounding rhythm.

Wicked Watcher

(Featuring Trey and Lucas from Wicked Game)

As I dipped my fingers inside, gooey warmth greeted my cold hand. “Oh, yes,” gasped out as I finger-fucked myself. Remembering the public show across the lake, I tried to focus on the couple again. The dominant one had removed the blindfold and continued tormenting his lover with ice cubes and his mouth. I tweaked my nipples with my free hand, pretending they were his fingers on my nubs.

Blinking my eyes, I saw that the dominant was waving his cock in his lover’s face, but not in a way that gave the other man an opportunity to do anything. The bound man struggled, trying to reach the head of the cock in his face, but to no avail. I stuck my tongue out, licking my lips, wondering if there were droplets of precum on the head. How would they taste? Salty? Maybe a little sweet? I wondered if he were thick and creamy as my fingers became soaked.

Well, folks. Sorry for the tiny tease. And yes, there will be more in this bundle than three stories. I’ve got two more, one in the works, the other is a glimmer of an idea but once my muse has it fleshed out, it’ll pour onto the page. Also, the full-length Porked in the Park will be included. I know, there’s more! Who knew? I knew. Yes, I shorted you on Porked in the Park. But no worries, it’ll be full length in the bundle!


Oct 11

Mischa Eliot

Sharing is Caring: Guest Post – Asrai Devin

Please welcome Asrai Devin to the blog! She’s been such a treat to chat with on Twitter and I’m absolutely thrilled to share this excerpt from Don’t Count Out Love!

“I love the scent you use. I’d guess peach.” Josh’s voice was low in her belly.

Nell nodded. “Yes sir.”

“I like when you say yes Nell.”

“I don’t. Do you talk like this to everyone?” She tried pulling away, but he wasn’t easily shrugged off.

“I’ve never crossed the line at work like this before. You like it. You are asking for me.”

“What did I ask for?”

“Your outfits scream sex. First, you always have one element of red on. Your neckline is just high enough to be office ready and your skirt is low enough. A half inch more either way and you would be better suited for a strip club.”

“That’s crossing the line.” She tugged her hand once more and he let go.

“And you’re enjoying the attention. Your face is flushed, your breathing is shallow. Your nipples are straining against your bra. You’ll never be a poker player, Nell. I can see everything you feel on your face.”

Her body shuddered and she couldn’t deny it. She swallowed the enormous amount of saliva that collected in her mouth.

“It’s a shame you won’t revise your policy on getting involved in the office.”

“It’s not a good idea.”

“I think it’s a marvelous idea. There would be far less tension around the office.” He traced a finger along her neckline and she couldn’t push him away.

Ooh, this conjures up all kinds of interesting questions. How will Nell continue to handle Josh and his inappropriate advances? How will she keep her no work romance rule intact?

asraidevin_dontcountoutloveBio: Asrai Devin is a born brat, a bit of a masochist, and purveyor of fine smut. She lives in Canada with a husband, 2 kids, and a very needy dog. She enjoys long Pokewalks in the park, when her kids go to school, and fine smut with a glass of fine wine.

Places to harass follow Asrai and beg for more:

Website |  Twitter | Facebook | Amazon | Smashwords

Random Facts About Yourself: I’ve always wanted to be a writer. AND NOW I AM. (And my grade school teachers are proud of me).
I’m a feminist and probably would be called a social justice warrior.
My two favorite bands are Nine Inch Nails and Backstreet Boys.
I’m a huge gamer. But my main obsession is the Dragon Age series. I write fanfic in my spare time.

Oct 08

Mischa Eliot

Masturbation Monday: Flipping the Switch – Part Four

Here you go my lovelies! Part Four of Flipping the Switch. Will Grant be able to please his Kitten without using his hands? Let’s find out.

masturbation-monday-week-107I shimmied up his body, leaving a trail along his abs and chest. I pulled myself up using the headboard and shoved glistening goodness into his face. “I think you need to put that mouth of yours to better use.”

Grant didn’t hesitate. He loved the taste of me and would go down on me until I begged over and over again for him to take me. Sometimes he would and other times he would leave me wanting. This time, he’d make me reach climax or suffer the consequences.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

As he stabbed at me with his tongue, trying to get deeper with each thrust, I reached below me and tightened one of the nipple clamps. They were such a nice set, easily adjusted. Once I had the right one tightened, I switched hands and did the left. The way he moaned and grunted into me told me he noticed.

I wanted his cock in my mouth so much, but I refused to allow myself to turn over and take it. It would only be a way of giving in and I thought about leaving him hard and needy all night long. He changed what he was doing and started flicking and licking my little pearl of pleasure. I had been waiting so long to climax, it wouldn’t be long now. My eyes rolled back into my head and I held tight to the headboard so I wouldn’t accidentally smother my lover.

Cream covered his face and my skin glowed. I moved off of him and took a few moments to gather my wits about me. I kneeled beside him and grabbed the bottom of my dress. I shimmied out of it and dropped it onto the floor, followed by my best bra. Leaning down I kissed Grant again, tasting my juices on his lips, his tongue. I licked along his chin and jaw.

I enjoyed how his chest rose and fell as he struggled to keep control. I wanted to take away even that little bit of alpha maleness. I dragged my nails down his chest, leaving a trail of pinkish red marks to his hips. The sounds that came out of his mouth, the way his body arched into my nails, spurred me on even more.

“Good God, woman. Why haven’t we done this before? Do you always feel this way when I torment you?” Grant’s words were breathy, raspy from the groaning and crying out earlier.

“Usually. Sometimes. Once the pain turns into pleasure I feel free and wild. Is that how you feel?” I tightened the clamps just a little more and he writhed against the bed, his eyes widened again and he breathed hard to get through it.

“That’s the tightest they go, my love. The same setting you start me out on more often than not.” I stroked his cock again, covered in my cream and strawberry lube. His eyes closed and he ground against me.

I moved to kneel between his legs and licked his balls. The mingling of my juices, the strawberry lube, and his own maleness engulfed my tongue. I sighed in pleasure which caused Grant to shiver and pull away. I sunk nails into his thighs and sucked his ball into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it like a lollipop.

As he squirmed beneath me, I looked up at him. His eyes met mine and I enjoyed watching the way his eyes rolled, closed, and then opened to meet mine again. I sucked a little harder, brushed my teeth against the sensitive skin and moaned against the flesh. Hot drops of pre-ejaculate drizzled onto his belly. His stomach clenched, tightening the abdominal muscles I loved running my tongue along. I switched to his other nut and repeated my previous performance. Grant’s skin glistened with sweat and I could see that he was truly enjoying being my slave boy.

If you’ve enjoyed this post, please come back next week for Part Five of Flipping the Switch!

You can find more delicious naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

Link: Masturbation Monday

Link: Kayla Lords

Oct 05

Mischa Eliot

Sizzling Nibble: Punished by the Boss

Imagine a place of business that, instead of writing you up or docking you for mistakes, gave you a different kind of punishment instead. Would you make mistakes more often or would you aim to get the rewards? Please enjoy Punished by the Boss a Sizzling Nibble featuring Jacob and his boss, Morgan.

sizzlingnibbles2I ran my hand down my face and sighed. The day was finally over. It had been one hell of a fucking shit storm all day long. Standing after the slowest computer in the universe shut down, I grabbed my travel mug and keys. My day was just about to get better.

“Jacob, please come to my office before you leave.” The radio bleeped and I jumped. When I heard my supervisor’s voice I grumbled under my breath. There was no getting out of seeing her before I left. I had to walk right passed her office.

I picked up the radio, “Yes ma’am,” I replied. Taking deep breaths didn’t help to alleviate my tension and now that I had to see her before I left made things worse. I wonder which fuck-up I’d be written up for this time. Too bad she was hot, in a mean teacher sort of way. The kind you eye-fucked when she wasn’t looking and fantasized about while masturbating late at night.

I knocked on the door and pushed it open, “You wanted to see me, Morgan?” She gestured for me to enter and I walked in. I went to sit in the chair at the unused desk next to hers, but she stopped me. I let my eyes run up and down her lithe figure quickly.

Morgan always wore her dark hair up in a tight bun or ponytail. Earlier she’d had it up, but now it was down around her shoulders. The skirt she wore was an appropriate length and her blouse was buttoned to the top. Even though she could’ve worn jeans like the rest of us, she always dressed as if she worked in a high-paying office. I thought her eyes might be blue or gray, but it depended on the lighting. She had that firm but soft looking figure you just wanted to snuggle with and rub your face between her breasts.

“Don’t bother sitting down.” She stood and I leaned against the desk instead. The office she has is a small, but tidy, space. There were neat stacks of papers all over her desk and I knew we were behind and short-staffed. My fucking up today was really bad.

“Morgan, please. I’m sorry about today. It’s been a shit-fest.” The word was out of my mouth before I could take it back. It was too late to apologize and now she was holding her hand up, mouth open as she had been about to speak. Instead, her lips pursed together with a bit of a scowl. “I promise; I’ll do better from now on. Please don’t write me up. I can’t afford to lose this job.”

“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to make this up to me, Jacob?” The lilt in her voice made me pause. I couldn’t imagine what was going through her mind. We hadn’t worked closely together. We rarely communicated anything.

“Yes, I’ll do anything, I swear.” I swallowed hard and I knew that if I could hear my nervousness, so could she. My hands started getting clammy and it felt like someone had turned on the heat all of a sudden. I tried to wipe my hands on my jeans without her noticing, but there wasn’t much Morgan didn’t notice. I couldn’t believe I was intimidated by someone half a foot shorter than me, but hell if she weren’t a firecracker.

“Look, you took product from a high-valued customer who paid for us to overnight it and you somehow sent it with another customer’s shipment. We can’t have this sort of thing happening, especially when that was the last case. On top of that, the customer that you shipped it to, they didn’t even order it.” Her voice didn’t get any higher, it got lower and she spoke slower. I got a little more nervous. I felt my forehead break out in sweat as my heart started racing faster in my chest.

“Will you take the punishment I’m going to give you, Jacob? I know you’ll never make a mistake like this again if you do.” She crossed her arms and cocked a hip. Those deep blue-gray eyes stared at me through her glasses and I wanted whatever she was going to dish out. She looked so fucking hot that I would get down on my knees and wash the floor with my tongue if Morgan so desired.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll do whatever you say.” I stood up straight and put my arms at my sides. It was difficult not keeping my hands in fists or wiping them on my jeans again. I had this odd urge to do anything she required of me to return to her good graces.

“Good. Turn around. Spread your legs.” Morgan unbuckled the belt from her skirt and started pulling it out.

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“Ma’am?” This had to be the craziest thing in the world ever. Did she plan on spanking me as my punishment? What the fuck was this? High school?

“You promised you would do whatever it took, Jacob. Turn around and spread your legs. Then drop your pants and underwear and bend over the desk.” She smacked the folded belt against her hand. I jumped a little at the thwack it made. I was turned on and scared all at the same time. What if someone found out about this? I’d be the laughingstock of the entire company.

“M-morgan,” my voice shook. I couldn’t control it. The stern look, the way her eyebrows drew down and her lips sneered at me freaked me out a little. I turned and did as she requested. I bared my ass to my boss and bent over the desk.

‘I expect in the future you’ll double-check what labels you’re putting on product before it’s shipped.” Thwack.

Frozen in place, the pain radiated. She hit hard. My daddy didn’t hit me that hard growing up when I fucked up. I hadn’t been able to prevent the grunt of pain that came out of my mouth.

Thwack. “I expect that you’ll ask for help if something goes wrong instead of trying to cover it up.” Thwack thwack.

“Yes, ma’am,” I cried out. My ass was on fire. I’d never been spanked by a woman before. My momma always had my father do it. I couldn’t believe how hard my cock was right now. I was so turned on I could see drops on the head as it stood loud and proud.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

There was no way to hold back and I cried out as she covered the same places she’d smacked moments ago. “Please, ma’am, I promise. I’ll ask for help. I’ll verify my labels are right.” I didn’t think I could take any more spankings.

Morgan was right behind me. I could feel her breathing on the back of my neck. Her hand caressed my striped ass gently, easing away the pain. “Good boy, Jacob. Maybe next time you find yourself in my office after hours it will be for a reward instead of a punishment.” Her hand dipped between my spread legs and rolled my balls around. I groaned in pleasure as her other hand reached around to stroke my cock.

“Good night, Jacob. I’ll see you here first thing tomorrow morning. Be early. If you’re late, I’ll punish you again.” Morgan grabbed her purse and keys and headed out the door, belt dangling from her hand as a reminder of what might come if I showed up late tomorrow.

I had no desire to be on the other end of her belt again. I put my clothing back together and headed out the door, a little slow and sure I would be sitting tenderly for a few days. I wondered what kind of reward she was offering and my cock pulsed in my jeans, regardless of how on fire my ass cheeks were right now.

What did you think about this Sizzling Nibble? Would you prefer to be Morgan or Jacob? Share your thoughts in the comments and have a SMUTTY day.

Oct 04

Mischa Eliot

Technical Blather: Proper Use of Social Media

Here’s the thing about being a writer. It doesn’t matter if you’re traditionally published or self-published, or somewhere between, you have to do quite a bit (or all) of your own marketing. This means creating and utilizing social media platforms properly. And oh my, the choices of where to go and how to utilize them are many. Let’s start with the one I know most about, shall we?


When it comes to using Twitter, you need to say a lot in 140 characters. Thanks to the latest changes, media (and I think urls now) do not count against the character count any longer, so you get to use the entire 140 characters! This is great news. There are several great ways to use this awesome space.

  1. the cover of your book, with or without some kind of text excerpt or blurb.

  2. a line of text to entice readers to click-through with a url pointing at a) the book where it’s being sold or b) an excerpt on your website.

  3. to converse with readers of, and writers in, your genre.

  4. Many other ways to show people that you’re a writer and how to get your books.

Now, which of the top 4 are the most important? Number 3 in my opinion. You want to talk with people. You want to answer questions. You want to interact with your fans and other authors. This is a great way to build up a fanbase, find more readers, find other authors in your genre to see what they’re doing and if it works. Yes, I do tweet quite often when it comes to my own personal advertising for my books and yes I will pin a tweet to my latest published work (PIN A TWEET, Authors! If I stop by your page, I only scroll so far before I decide you’re not writing or publishing anything and move on and so do others.)


I can’t say much about FB. I use it for work a lot, so I have not created an FB page or profile for either of my author names. Also, FB hates having fake names, which is exactly with a pseudonym is when it comes to writing. A fake name. Yes, you can create a page off your personal profile to maintain it, but I know some people dislike that. ALSO, you cannot show any kind of naughty photos or covers on FB, so it makes it even more difficult to market there when you are writing smut.


I’m on G+ as you can see in my sidebar – I do have a link there. Uhm… I don’t pay attention to it much. Again, I do work on one for my day job, but honestly, there really isn’t much going on there. I’ve joined erotica circles and some have followed me, and sometimes I’ll run through and throw out some +1’s.


Same thing as G+ but lots more people around there and lots more smut around there. Holy crap the amount of smut is mind-boggling. I’ve also noticed much more fan-fiction authors there than regular authors. I know there are some big names over there, but those big names are also on Twitter and while they may throw out a heart now and again, they rarely retweet or reblog other authors.

Now, let me get to the actual point here.


I dislike being spammy, so I try to limit myself on how often I throw links out. It’s difficult you guys, it really is. Sometimes I will panic when I see all kinds of red down pointing arrows on Twitter and low numbers on the blog. So I throw out a link or two. Sometimes I will schedule 8 tweets in HootSuite to go out through the day, but I try to keep it to a minimum and if I do send out a bunch, I try to RT a bunch as well. I hate being spammy.

If you send out the same exact tweet over and over within a short period of time, people are going to be like ‘wtf brah?” Don’t do that. Use HootSuite or TweetDeck or some other freebie software or extension or app to schedule your tweets throughout the day. It will help you more than hurt you. People don’t spend each and every moment on social media. If you tweet 4 times in 30 minutes, instead of 4 times over 8 hours, you’re missing all the people who were on social media the other 7.5 hours. And the people within that 30 minutes? They may have kept scrolling and seeing the same tweet again and again possibly made them think twice about clicking that link.

If I visit your Twitter profile and see the same book or tweet over and over and over again I’m going to feel so bad for you. I’m going to feel like you have no twitter gang or family to call upon to chat with. I’ll RT you once, maybe twice and then click through to another person. Please, start up a conversation. A real one. Don’t just set up a profile and then put it on automatic RTs and DMs when someone follows you. (I hate those, btw and delete them.)

I try to give you other authors to read as well because if I’m reading them and I love them then I hope that you’ll give them a try and love them as much as I do.

What are your thoughts regarding social media? What has worked for you and where do you feel lost? Share your questions and ideas in the comments. Start a conversation. Have a SMUTTY day!

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