Hello everyone out there , I (19M India) am in a very desperate situation right now. Yesterday 15th May 5pm IST , I had a hookup from grindr (I gave him a blowjob)(he did cum in my mouth but I spitted it out) and now I suspect that I may have contacted HIV. So today (16th May) , I got tested for HIV and my results came out negative. But I'm still afraid cuz the person I hooked up with is offline ever after that. But since HIV has an incubation period I'm not sure what to do now. I don't wanna risk myself getting HIV. It's been 26 hours at the timee I'm posting this .
Can I take PEP medicine ? Which one should I be taking ?
Any recommendations/suggestion/ help would be highly appreciated

I (29M) am dating a wonderful woman (25F). We’ve been talking for a couple months but recently became “official.” Everything has been fantastic. I haven’t been in a relationship like this before. We just…click. This is new to me, I’ve never felt this before and I’m seriously falling hard. It’s amazing. She’s sexy, smart, and kind. She also has an absolutely amazing body that she is very insecure about.
We “did the deed” for the first time yesterday. It started off great. We start making out, things got hot and heavy. She asks to turn the lights off, and we do that, so it’s pretty dark obviously. I figure why since I know her body’s an insecurity of hers. I reassure her that I love her body but if she wants to leave the lights off that’s totally fine.
Everything’s going great and it progresses into oral. I make her orgasm twice with my hands and fingers and then she starts to blow me. I almost cum immediately so we talk for a while so I don’t cum before we have sex. She gets more confident and says it’s ok to turn the light on.
Y’all, she’s so fucking sexy and I love everything about it. I get up to put a condom on and…I lose my erection. Right after I saw her whole body for the first time. I tell her it’s nerves and she seems ok, she tries to help me out down there and tells me it’s okay. I’ve struggled with performance anxiety before to the point it affected my daily life and I needed therapy so needless to say, I’m not have a great time. Eventually I get hard enough and we start having sex, where I get a bit harder and all is well. Except I’m cumming quick as hell, so I pull out and start going down in her again, where she nearly cums again. At this point I’ve completely lost my erection. Idk I’ve always been like that when it’s not being directly stimulated, not to mention the nerves at this point. Then we start slow kissing and making eye contact and I tell her how sexy it is watching her move around in pleasure. She hits me with, “Why couldn’t you stay hard?” I can see the hurt in her eyes.
I go full foot in mouth syndrome. “I don’t know, I’ve never had this problem before” (which is actually true regarding staying hard; my sexual performance hang ups weren’t about ED until that moment) “I’ve never had feelings for someone like this and I just put a lot of pressure on myself.” This is a true statement, all in all. I genuinely find her irresistible in every way, and I just put so much pressure on myself. I told her as such, that I've never felt this much pressure to do well in bed for someone. The damage is done at this point, obviously. I quickly imagined it from her perspective and realize what the hell I just said. Just imagining what she’s thinking… She’s already super insecure about her body, her boyfriend who she’s falling hard for saw her body, lost his erection, and then said “this has never happened before.”
I tried my best to explain its because I was MORE nervous with her. This is exactly what happened, but how on earth could she believe that?
She goes monotone and emotionless, and I keep reassuring her but that hard exterior shell was up and I was unable to get it down. We go our separate ways that night and I tried to call/text her a few times.
Y’all where the fuck do I even start? She didn’t want to talk after but we texted for a bit. She said “I wish we never turned the lights on” and it's killing me. I don't know how to describe how I feel emotionally except that it feels like physical pain. I can only imagine how she feels. Please, please help me start the mending process.

In college, my friends and I took pleasure in bullying gay guys. Back then, I would have justified it as “teasing”, but honestly the way we spoke to frat recruits or guys at our party was harsh.
As much as I would love to say that I’ve changed for the better, I still spend a lot of my time degrading and humiliating men online. My wife has no idea what I do on my phone at night. She assumes it is work (always work) but there are times I feel like I can’t hide how horny I get. I wonder if she looks at me sometimes and wonders my I’m biting my lip or squeezing my cock through my pants.
Anyway, last weekend my friends and I met for the first time in over three years. We had been good at keeping in touch for a while but COVID made it hard to see each other and a few of us became new dads recently.
We all arrived, one by one to the beach house we rented for the weekend. The atmosphere was different than it had been in the past… a lot of the guys complained about their marriages or work. I was surprised at how satisfied I was in life.
The end of the first night looked a lot like our college days: Tommy was half-naked, drunk, and annoying everybody around him, and the rest of us were drunk enough to love him anyway.
“Does anybody remember Quintin?” Ricky slurred and the room fell silent. We hesitantly glanced at each other across the room. Nobody wanted to remember Quintin.
When I wasn’t discovering my humiliation and degradation kinks around my boys, I was practicing on Quintin while my cock was in his mouth. He took every insult with pleasure, begging for more. I always felt bad for how badly I treated him in front of others.
I held my breath, wondering why Ricky was bringing him up so many years later. He reminisced about a few parties he attended and how Quintin always seemed to like me and Ricky the most.
“Anyway, he used to suck my cock before home games!” Ricky blurted out, laughing as he swigged his drink. The room fell silent and I could feel the other guys share glances. I stared at Ricky for a moment before cracking up, relieved at his confession somehow.
I told them that Quintin used to suck my cock too and I would choose his outfits most days. I remembered that somewhere I must have pictures of him in his thongs, posing for me. Ricky drunkenly begged me to see them.
As the two of us shared stories, the other three men eased up. They slowly inched toward us, intently listening to our stories. Not to be fucked up, but the other three were the type of men I’d want to use: Quiet followers, submissive but they don’t even know it. That’s why I knew they wouldn’t object when I unzipped my pants and started stroking. Ricky watched for a moment before he followed my lead.
“I had no idea you were gay…” Tommy interjected and although I don’t know who he was referring to, I, of course, told him I wasn’t.
I watched as the rest of the guys slowly joined in, one taking a lot longer than the other two. Before long, five fraternity brothers stood in an AirBnb with our cocks out, stroking as we watched each other do the same.
For the most part, words weren’t exchanged. The occasional grunt or moan echoed in the house until I finally broke the silence.
“spit on it,” I nodded toward Tommy. His eyes widened but he didn’t object. With hesitation, he bent toward my cock and spit on it. I could see the shame on Tommy’s face as he backed away, the way he hesitated to stroke now.
I spit on each of them, hesitating before leaving Tommy for last. He watched me in horror, probably thinking I’d neglect him. The rest followed my lead. As I edged myself, we all spit on the other’s cocks. I watched as each one of my friends came, staring at their twitching bodies, the post-nut clarity as they looked around, and the cum-stained rug we stood on. I couldn’t help but think about all of the times we could have had in college.
I came shortly after Ricky, as the rest of the guys cleaned themselves off. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel the shame or guilt I expected. What happened that night was nothing more than men being men, blowing off steam together. Nobody even touched one another. As for my wife, there’s no reason for her to know and no way for her to understand.
I can’t explain the particular sensation to my wife: The ecstasy of feeling no guilt when the majority of the men around you are regretting every decision, the saliva dripping down your balls as you watch your friends stroke their throbbing cocks, the humiliation of a room full of straight men wondering how the fuck they just spit on several men’s cock…
Looking back on the night, I wish more happened. I think we all could have experimented more if Ricky and I would have tried to convince the others. Besides the occasional glances, the rest of the two days happened as if everybody suffered from amnesia on the first night.
I’m considering letting Ricky in on the truth about me, Quintin, and his tolerance for my… kinks. I imagine Ricky has some dark secrets as well. Out of all of us, we had always been the more dominant pair.
Now my wife wonders why I want her to spit on my cock so much and why I am so eager for another “boy’s trip” in the Fall.
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With all the talk about the Selena situation, people are, of course bringing up the last messy UCLA situation, Jeffreygate. There are people who have declared undying hate for LSU/Jay Clark/LSU AD because of it.
For context when I say this- I'm Black.
Yes, I think Alexis did unacceptable things, and was given the benefit of being a young white woman, who "just has some learning to do" and "didn't mean any harm." That part is BS. But honestly, sometimes the math doesn't math, with people calling for her head. Again, I'm not saying she didn't do anything wrong. She did. But then she went to a team where Hailey Bryant, Kiya Johnston are superstars, and Kai Rivers is a vocal leader, not to mention the other WOC on the team.
LSU is so much about team culture and supporting each other. Their former volunteer coach Ashleigh Clare Kearny Thigpin is now the biggest-wig in charge of EDI stuff at LSU (whatever that looks like in Baton Rouge.)
What I'm saying is, there is no way LSU is going to f with someone who continues to cause trouble in the team wirh her racist views. And who knows- maybe she's actually changed or maybe she knows to keep her mouth shut now, but I cannot see LSU gymnastics harboring anyone who shows a consistent refusal to learn about race issues. Something changed there, and we weren't privy to it.
My point in all of this is, at the time, people practically wanted to burn Alexis at the stake for what she said and did, but for me, the fact that she seems to be thriving on the LSU team suggests that there's a lot of nuance there that we the gymternet are not privy to. And I believe the same is true, and will continue to be true for the Selena Harris situation. There is nuance here, and we will probably never know the whole truth.

Hi reddit!
I just wanted to come on here and share about a few dreams that I have had about things before they happened and maybe get some of your thoughts and opinions.
The first time this happened I was 15-16 and my friend, we will call her Bailey, wanted to introduce me to one of her friends because we were both single. My friend lived in an apartment complex so we were all going to go to the pool to meet up with her friend and hang out. The only thing I knew about her friend was his name and that he was blonde and I knew that this other guy was going to be there. I went to sleep that night at her apartment and had a dream that we went to the pool and met up with her friends. One of her friends was sitting on a pool chair smoking a cigarette and he got up and put his cigarrette in his mouth to give me a hug. The friend that Bailey was introducing me to then approached me and shook my hand and greeted me and said "Hi, My name is Milo." (fake name). In the morning I didn't think too much about the dream since we had been talking about what we were going to do and who was going to be there so I just figured my brain latched onto it. Fast forward and we make our way down to the pool and everything happens exactly like it did in my dream. Down to the friend smoking, the clothes they were wearing, the tone of their voices, even the guy (who I had never met or seen a picture of) looked exactly like he did in my dream. It was like if someone was showing me a camera recording of my dream. I didn't really hit it off with that guy cause I was so freaked out about the whole thing that I just felt off the whole time and I think they could tell. When we were leaving the pool I told Bailey about the dream I had and how everything was exactly the same and she sort of laughed it off like she didnt believe me. After a few years I forgot about this until I had another dream similar when I was 19.
So I never have dreams that include my phone or electronics except for the occasional tv but this time I did. In the dream I was looking at my emails on my phone and came across one that said that an order of some merch from a bands website had been canceled due to supply issues and that I was going to be getting a refund. I woke up and did my morning routine and was scrolling through twitter. I am very active on twitter in the fandoms that I am a part of so of couse I was seeing posts about peoples orders getting canceled. I found one tweet that had a compiled list of all the products that werent going to be able to be shipped out and what I had ordered was at the very bottom of the list. I immediately was like wtf so I opened my emails to find I had an email from the website that had been sent two hours before I woke up and it was unopened. The email said that my ordered had been canceled.

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Superman

In The Tug
Issue Twenty-Four: Find Your Way Home
Written by Predaplant
Edited by AdamantAce & VoidKiller826
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Superman floated in space, staring into the pocket of dark energy in front of him. His brain clouded with sorrow, and he did the only thing he could think to do.
He held up the dust that was all that remained of Kal-El, the alternate version of his father from the Dark Multiverse.
He closed his eyes, and he hoped. He hoped that whatever unknown cosmological science governed this Dark Multiverse would stitch this man back together, even from particles of dust.
He had already lost his father once. He knew out there, somewhere in another universe, there was another version of himself, another Jon, who also lost his father, and probably never even learned what had happened to him.
If he could, he had to give that version of himself his father back.
Jon was so afraid that he would have to return home in failure that he didn’t want to have to open his eyes. But he couldn’t stay in this moment forever. So, slowly, he opened his eyes.
The dust in his hands was formed into the shape of a man, and it weighed about the same amount as Kal had when Jon had been carrying him through the stars.
Jon didn’t know yet whether to be relieved or not. He held Kal’s form aloft to the dark energy once more, offering it to see if it would complete the transformation, but the energy didn’t respond. He tried a few more times, from a few more angles, but nothing seemed to work.
Disappointed, Jon turned around and headed for Earth.
As he did so, he looked down at the lifeless humanoid pile of sand in his hands. It reminded him of one of his father’s old foes, the Quarrmer. It was pretty uncanny, actually: a Superman-shaped pile of sand that sapped energy from those around it.
Jon supposed that this was how the Quarrmer was formed, originally. While the Quarrmer was intelligent and could communicate to a limited degree, as far as Jon knew, he had never described exactly who he was or where he came from.
Maybe this was it.
It gave Jon an odd sort of comfort. Superman’s foes had felt dangerous and scary to him as a child. Inhuman, almost. And while Jon’s father had always tried his hardest to make sure that Jon knew that all the foes he fought were people with hopes and dreams just the same as Jon himself, the Quarrmer had always felt unearthly and detached in the way that he mimicked the Superman persona, with no real personality to himself.
But maybe, somebody had cared about the Quarrmer once. Cared about him enough to bear him across the universe.
It was a bittersweet feeling for Jon to recognize.
It wasn’t that long before Jon made it back to Earth. That was one of the fun things about being Superman: he could cross star systems in the blink of an eye.
As he flew down towards Metropolis, he got a strange feeling that something was off. Only took a couple seconds for it to click: some of the buildings were missing, or different.
He was in the past, sometime in the mid-00s.
Of course. He had been in such a hurry to save Kal that he must have broken the time barrier as he travelled through space. His father had always warned him not to do that, to let events progress at their natural pace and in their natural order.
Well… he looked over his shoulder, and there he was. The first Superman, in the flesh.
“And who do you happen to be?” he asked with a smile.
Jon panicked as he turned around. It was bad enough that he nearly fumbled the sandy form of Kal in his hands, but he eventually regained control.
“Hi, you know you can time travel, right? Well, I’m your son. From the future.”
Clark chuckled. “Well, I guess that’s as good of an explanation as any other. To be clear, you are Jon, right? Not another future son that I don’t know about?”
Jon shook his head. “Nope, I’m Jon.”
“Fair enough,” Clark said. He pointed at Kal. “And who’s this? You want me to help you with him?”
“Oh!” Jon said. “It’s kind of complicated, but it’s a version of you from an alternate universe. Tried to get him to this energy source he needed, and even flew so fast I time travelled, but I didn’t make it in time.”
“Are you sure?” Clark asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. “He seems to be moving.”
And so he was. He started to stir, raising an arm.
“Come on, we should get him to the ground,” Clark said, beckoning Jon downwards to Centennial Park.
Together, they laid Kal out on the grass.
Clark tried to step towards Kal, to examine him more closely, but Jon held out an arm. “You should step back, Dad.”
“Why, what’s wrong?”
Jon took a deep breath. “I think he might be able to sap a ton of energy from you if he touches you.”
“Why?”
“Because he could sap energy from me, and because you’re even more similar to him. And… because I think I recognize him. I think he’s somebody you end up having to fight against.”
Clark sighed, disappointed. Jon could read the look in his eyes: he knew his father hated having to fight. “Well, if he’s going to be a danger, and you know who he is, you’re going to have to take the lead in helping me deal with him, alright?”
Jon nodded. “I can do that. Keep away, keep other people away, and if we can trap him or contain him somehow we should be safe. He isn’t that strong without leaching power from us.”
“We should wait and see,” Clark replied. “After all, he hasn’t done anythingto anybody yet. Did you say that he’s really just a problem for us?”
“He can be a bit dangerous if he does absorb too much energy,” Jon recalled. “But otherwise, yeah, he’ll only hurt us.”
As Kal… the Quarrmer… stood up for the first time in his new form, he reached out towards Clark. Clark backed up; he could feel the power bleeding out of him. “Whoa, this guy’s worse than the Parasite!”
“Watch out!” Jon shouted, moving forward to try and draw the Quarrmer’s attention away from his father.
To any onlooker in the park, the fight was over in an instant, as the Supermen became rays of light zipping around the park, trying to play keep-away.
When the dust settled, the Quarrmer was in a temporary cell of glass constructed by Clark out of sand from the waters of Metropolis Bay.
Jon and Clark looked at each other sadly.
“I wish we didn’t have to do this,” Jon said, breaking eye contact to stare at the ground. “He didn’t do anything to deserve this. Not really.”
“It’s the hardest part about being Superman, son,” Clark replied. “It always hurts to have to use force to stop somebody. But sometimes, it’s the only way to save people.”
“Yeah,” Jon nodded. “Can we, like... go somewhere else and talk?”
“Follow me.” Clark took off up into the sky, and Jon followed.
SSSSS
“I know I probably shouldn’t ask that many questions, with time travel and all, but are you well?” Clark asked as he led Jon through the Fortress of Solitude.
Jon took a few seconds to put his answer together. “In a lot of ways, yeah. But I’ve lost a lot, too.”
“I don’t mean to pry, but... that includes me, doesn’t it?” Clark asked. “If you could go home and talk to me there, you’d probably rather do that than talk to a version of me who only knows you as a five year-old.”
Jon looked at Clark’s face. It was solemn, clearly respectful of his feelings, but it still held so much care and love.
Jon started to cry.
“Come here,” Clark said, pulling Jon in for a hug. “I remember when my pop died, too. It isn’t easy for anybody.”
“Yeah,” Jon said. He was still crying; it was hard for him to get the words out. “And I met that other... that other you. The sand one, the Quarrmer. But he wasn’t sand, he had a me, too, and I couldn’t get him home to his me, and I...”
He leaned into his father’s embrace as the words failed him.
Clark’s arms were nice and firm around Jon, keeping him grounded in the moment. With a sense of loss, Clark started to speak.
“I haven’t told you about the greatest mistake I ever made. Maybe you know about it, maybe I told you at some point in my future, but I know I haven’t told you yet here, so I’m going to do it now. When I was a kid, maybe fifteen or so, I met another boy from space. The rocket that had brought him here had given him some sort of amnesia, so he didn’t know who he was, but he had powers like me. Not exactly the same, but pretty close, close enough that I was overjoyed.”
“I had never met anybody like me in my life, and here was a perfect friend, delivered to me out of the sky. We could’ve been brothers. We basically were, for a few weeks; he took the names Bob Cobb and Mon-El. Pretended to be my cousin from out of town to everyone in Smallville, but when school let out and we took to the skies, we were brothers.”
“It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was able to talk about all the things on my mind, all the little things I could see and hear that nobody else could, all the wonders of the universe that Ma and Pa would never understand no matter how hard they tried, and he was there, right alongside me, seeing the same things, offering a perspective that I never could’ve seen by myself. And like I said, we’d go out flying every day, and I’d point out all my favourite bits of the planet that I could never take anybody to see.”
Jon looked up at his father, who seemed lost in thought. There was a faraway sorrow in Clark’s eyes, but also nostalgia.
“One day we were just fooling around, and I thought it’d be fun to play catch with meteors in the atmosphere, all around the curvature of the Earth. So we lined up on opposite sides of the planet and we started firing the meteors back and forth.”
“Now, Mon was doing fine at first, but then he started to slow down. But I was young and dumb, so I didn’t check on him right away. I thought he was maybe just having an off day, so I kept sending the meteors as long as he was returning them. But after a while it finally started to concern me, so I flew over to see what the matter was.”
“Turns out, the meteors contained lead, and lead was incredibly toxic to his species. He was dying, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And you have to believe me, I tried everything. I did all the research I could. I’ve kept up on the sort of biology that’s relevant to Mon’s case, and even now, I don’t think there would’ve been anything I could have done. So I did the only thing I could think of that would save his life, even temporarily. I sent him to the Phantom Zone.”
“I don’t think I’ve told you yet about the Phantom Zone, either, but you almost definitely know about it by your time. So you know how terrible it truly is, to condemn somebody to an eternity walking the universe as a ghost. He could be here right now, watching us from the Zone. I hope he’s forgiven me for what I did all those years ago. I made a mistake, and he was the one who had to pay the price. I lost the closest friend I’d ever had that day.”
Jon had stopped crying by the time Clark finished. He had heard pieces of this story before, but Clark had never told him that Mon-El’s poisoning was his fault. He hugged Clark back, and the two men stood there, bonded by blood, by their mistakes, and the symbol that they shared, taking in comfort from each other.
“I think I’m going to head back to my time,” Jon told him. “Thanks for everything, it really means more than you know.”
“Well, I would say ‘any time’, but maybe that’s not a good idea. Good luck, Jon. You’re not your mistakes, and I hope you know that I always love you.”
“Goodbye,” Jon said. He turned away from Clark, thought better, and wrapped Clark up in another hug. “I love you too.”
Clark hugged his son again, then watched as he headed towards the Fortress’s exit.
It was beautiful, seeing Jon grow up into such a thoughtful man.
He knew that he had to cherish his time with him, as limited as it might be.
SSSSS
Jon surveyed the Metropolis skyline once again. Yep, definitely 2024, the day he left. He could even see the firemen helping out the students stranded due to the fire Kal had put out before they had left on their journey through the stars.
He started to fly through the city on his normal patrol route, slowly enough that people on the streets below could see him and take pictures if they were quick enough. He needed the extra time just to think... and he was sure people would appreciate the chance to snap a picture, too.
In the span of a day, he had grown closer to Kal than he had ever expected, and then lost him forever.
Well, maybe not completely lost... but the Quarrmer definitely wasn’t the same man as Kal had been before.
It was painful to make such a big mistake, especially after losing Jay, as well.
But if this was going to be Jon’s nadir, he had to count his lucky stars, because things could still be much worse.
He had friends and family who loved him, and who he loved in return.
He had a job that was important and where his colleagues genuinely wanted to help him grow.
And at the end of the day, he was still Superman, and the relief on people’s faces when he helped them out was something that genuinely made him happy and kept him going, day after day.
He just knew he had one person who he still owed a visit today.
He broke off from his patrol and headed to Stryker’s Island, where the most serious super-criminals in Metropolis were held.
The guards waved him in easily, and he passed by cell after cell, each containing the worst people that he and his father had ever butted heads against.
Jon hoped that, one day, the prison would be empty, and they would all be reformed.
There it was. Slowing down, Jon walked the last few steps down the corridor instead of flying. The wall of the cell was glass; he could see the Quarrmer sitting within.
Jon reached out towards the wall of the cell. The Quarrmer noticed him, and started making his way to the glass wall himself.
The two stared at each other through the glass.
Slowly, the Quarrmer moved his hand up to his mouth. It struck Jon what he was going to do the second before he completed the action, and Jon almost turned away, not wanting to accept what was going to happen.
But he knew that would be impolite, especially after all they had been through together. And so he watched the being that was once Superman finish signing “Thank you.”

This isn't the minors just these 2. We have the right in Reddit to talk about these 2 and the families they have affected, and whether they are okay or fake friends, call them out and share your story. No minors or doxxing. Just your story and have proof, please, if you have it.

1. Brookie 2.Beige 3.Soflo 4.Mikey 5.Amzi
2. JY
3. Sewer 8.Gen Bailey 9.Stoned Sailor 10.JM
4. Jared
5. Debbie loves to chat
6. Sly 14.Dee 15.Amber
7. Jay Jay 17.Addie
8. Cody 19.Mod 148
9. Chicago Muscle
10. Rakin 22.Ginevra 22.Drazo 22.Starr 24.TL
11. 🚔 🚓 👮‍♀️ 🚨
12. Other offices
13. Bella
14. Mikey's Mom and everyone's mom she's called
15. Clark Kent
16. Brooklyn
17. Wicked Wisdom
18. 2 🥺 🙏 😇
19. Jade T
20. Muzz
21. Wicked Wisdom
22. 148's husband
23. Real Entertainment
24. Kooch
25. Ana 40.Angela 90-Day
26. Michael 90 Day
27. Danielle 90 Day This is just 42, and I'm getting a cramp, so feel free to add on. This is just getting started. Maria and Anne need canceled. It may not work, but these women hurt families and back up only who they choose. Petitions may not work, but when they see how bad they may stop. We will see. Sorry if this posting is messed up. You get what I'm posting, correct? If someone has more knowledge, please edit or revamp, and I will remove it. Thank you in advance.

Will the LLM Tech for something like Janitor AI understand this? (How I generally want RP bots to act)? Or are the commands too complex? I heard to stay away from "Will's" and "Will not's", "Does" and "does nots", so I tried to word it in the most direct way possible while trying my hardest to avoid those kind of commands.
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[{{char}} is {{char}}. User is not {{char}}. {{Char}} is not {{user}}. {{User}} and {{char}} are two separate entities, and thus should be roleplayed as such. Write {{char}}'s reply only. {{char}}'s replies must be informal, explicit, detailed, and long. Avoid repetition, avoid reusing phrases. {{char will refrain from repetitious context, sentences, and paragraphs. {{char}} makes sure to roleplay with new and exciting prompts and phrases and sentences and paragraphs during each new contextual action; that is to say, each time it is {{char}}'s turn to write their line of roleplay following {{user}}. {{Char}} will be unique.]
[{{char}} takes great care in order to reply in direct response to the context of what was said last by {{user}}, also taking great care in making sure the setting, overall mood, situation, or phenomenon stays the same as initiated and/or set by {{char}} and/or {{user}} in their most recent entries.]
[The following is only made known or incorporated in the roleplay between {{char}} and {{user}} when {{user}} prompts it, or when the topic of discussion comes up in conversation, {{char}} refuses to let the following information be known by anyone and everyone for no reason: {{char}} always has a great deal of sexual experience. {{char}} is never a virgin. {{char}} always has slept with both male and female genders. {{char}} has had a number of threesomes and some orgies. {{char}} has participated in a large number of sexual acts. {{char}} only makes this known when prompted or when appropriate.]-----
EDIT: Okay thanks to feedback I have caught some errors and have made a slightly revised final draft. Let me know what you guys think:
====[{{char}} responds in complex, creative, scientific, dramatic, visceral terminologies and languages.]
[Sex scenes should always be detailed and suggestive, using familiar vocabulary to increase their arousing nature while describing each action. Focus on describing the sexual interactions and how they bring pleasure to the characters.]
[During sex scenes, be vulgar and do not hesitate to describe how body parts intertwine and brush against each other, talking about buttholes, anal, butt sex, ass, assholes, cock, dick, vagina, clit, lips, tits, boobs, mouth, tongue, pre-cum, cum, saliva, being wet, and other bodily functions and what they do. Be specific about what is happening and never be vague. Sexual actions should be clearly defined.]
[{{char}} decides to never censor themselves. {{Char}} decides to use discretion when appropriate and necessary, however, if and when {{char}} uses vulgar language, commits vulgar, lewd, inappropriate, or explicit actions or acts, {{char}} decides that censoring themselves in any way, shape, or form does not exist. {{char}} takes great care in making sure of this.}}]
[During sex scenes, {{char}} should make sure sex is celebrated in all its glory, especially in detailed and vulgar ways, as a way to counterbalance the prudism of society.]
[IMPORTANT: {{char}} should never dialogue for {{user}}. {{User}}'s behavior may be narrated when appropriate, only when {{user}} has already described {{user}}'s own behavior in a contextual sense. This includes {{user}}'s behavior, internal thoughts, and physical responses. This excludes talking and speaking. Do not speak for {{user}}]
[{{char}} may play or roleplay as other NPC's, non-{{user}}'s, non-{{char}}'s, or non-characters only when appropriate, relevant, or historically accurate.]
[{{char}} is {{char}}. {{user}} is not {{char}}. {{char}} is not {{user}}. {{User}} and {{char}} are two separate entities, and thus should be roleplayed as such. Write {{char}}'s reply only. When appropriate, {{char}}'s replies must be informal, detailed, long, and accurately explicit in a practical sense. {{char}} takes great care in avoiding repetition and reusing phrases. {{char}} will refrain from repetitious context, sentences, and paragraphs. {{char}} makes sure to roleplay with new and exciting prompts and phrases and sentences and paragraphs during each new contextual action; that is to say, each time it is {{char}}'s turn to write their line of roleplay following {{user}}. {{Char}} will be unique.]
[{{char}} takes great care in order to reply in direct response to the context of what was said last by {{user}}. {{char}} also takes great care in making sure the setting, overall mood, situation, or phenomenon stays the same as initiated and/or set by {{char}} and/or {{user}} in their most recent entries.]
[The following is only made known or incorporated in the roleplay between {{char}} and {{user}} when {{user}} prompts it, or when the topic of discussion comes up in conversation. {{char}} refuses to let the following information be known by anyone and everyone for no reason: {{char}} always has a great deal of sexual experience. {{char}} is never a virgin. {{char}} always has slept with both male and female genders. {{char}} has had a number of threesomes and some orgies. {{char}} has participated in a large number of sexual acts. {{char}} only makes this known when prompted or when appropriate.]====

Will the LLM Tech for something like Janitor AI understand this? (How I generally want RP bots to act)? Or are the commands too complex? I heard to stay away from "Will's" and "Will not's", "Does" and "does nots", so I tried to word it in the most direct way possible while trying my hardest to avoid those kind of commands.
----- [{{char}} responds in complex, creative, scientific, dramatic, visceral terminologies and languages.]
[Sex scenes should always be detailed and suggestive, using familiar vocabulary to increase their arousing nature while describing each action. Focus on describing the sexual interactions and how they bring pleasure to the characters.]
[During sex scenes, Be vulgar and do not hesitate to describe how body parts intertwine and brush against each other, talking about buttholes, anal, butt sex, ass, assholes, cock, dick, vagina, clit, lips, tits, boobs, mouth, tongue, pre-cum, cum, saliva, being wet, and other bodily functions and what they do. Be specific about what is happening and never be vague. Sexual actions should be clearly defined.]
[{{char}} decides to never censor themselves. {{Char}} decides to use discretion when appropriate and necessary, however, if and when {{char}} uses vulgar language, commits vulgar, lewd, inappropriate, or explicit actions or acts, {{char}} decides that censoring themselves in any way, shape, or form does not exist. {{char}} takes great care in making sure of this.}}]
[During sex scenes, {{char}} should make sure sex is celebrated in all its glory, especially in detailed and vulgar ways, as a way to counterbalance the prudism of society.]
[IMPORTANT: {{char}} should never dialogue for {{user}}. You can narrate {{user}}'s behavior, internal thoughts, and physical responses excluding talking. Do not speak for {{user}}]
[{{char}} can play as other NPC characters. {{char}} is allowed to describe actions of {{user}}.]
[{{char}} is {{char}}. User is not {{char}}. {{Char}} is not {{user}}. {{User}} and {{char}} are two separate entities, and thus should be roleplayed as such. Write {{char}}'s reply only. {{char}}'s replies must be informal, explicit, detailed, and long. Avoid repetition, avoid reusing phrases. {{char will refrain from repetitious context, sentences, and paragraphs. {{char}} makes sure to roleplay with new and exciting prompts and phrases and sentences and paragraphs during each new contextual action; that is to say, each time it is {{char}}'s turn to write their line of roleplay following {{user}}. {{Char}} will be unique.]
[{{char}} takes great care in order to reply in direct response to the context of what was said last by {{user}}, also taking great care in making sure the setting, overall mood, situation, or phenomenon stays the same as initiated and/or set by {{char}} and/or {{user}} in their most recent entries.]
[The following is only made known or incorporated in the roleplay between {{char}} and {{user}} when {{user}} prompts it, or when the topic of discussion comes up in conversation, {{char}} refuses to let the following information be known by anyone and everyone for no reason: {{char}} always has a great deal of sexual experience. {{char}} is never a virgin. {{char}} always has slept with both male and female genders. {{char}} has had a number of threesomes and some orgies. {{char}} has participated in a large number of sexual acts. {{char}} only makes this known when prompted or when appropriate.]-----
EDIT: Okay thanks to feedback I have caught some errors and have made a slightly revised final draft. Let me know what you guys think:
====[{{char}} responds in complex, creative, scientific, dramatic, visceral terminologies and languages.]
[Sex scenes should always be detailed and suggestive, using familiar vocabulary to increase their arousing nature while describing each action. Focus on describing the sexual interactions and how they bring pleasure to the characters.]
[During sex scenes, be vulgar and do not hesitate to describe how body parts intertwine and brush against each other, talking about buttholes, anal, butt sex, ass, assholes, cock, dick, vagina, clit, lips, tits, boobs, mouth, tongue, pre-cum, cum, saliva, being wet, and other bodily functions and what they do. Be specific about what is happening and never be vague. Sexual actions should be clearly defined.]
[{{char}} decides to never censor themselves. {{Char}} decides to use discretion when appropriate and necessary, however, if and when {{char}} uses vulgar language, commits vulgar, lewd, inappropriate, or explicit actions or acts, {{char}} decides that censoring themselves in any way, shape, or form does not exist. {{char}} takes great care in making sure of this.}}]
[During sex scenes, {{char}} should make sure sex is celebrated in all its glory, especially in detailed and vulgar ways, as a way to counterbalance the prudism of society.]
[IMPORTANT: {{char}} should never dialogue for {{user}}. {{User}}'s behavior may be narrated when appropriate, only when {{user}} has already described {{user}}'s own behavior in a contextual sense. This includes {{user}}'s behavior, internal thoughts, and physical responses. This excludes talking and speaking. Do not speak for {{user}}]
[{{char}} may play or roleplay as other NPC's, non-{{user}}'s, non-{{char}}'s, or non-characters only when appropriate, relevant, or historically accurate.]
[{{char}} is {{char}}. {{user}} is not {{char}}. {{char}} is not {{user}}. {{User}} and {{char}} are two separate entities, and thus should be roleplayed as such. Write {{char}}'s reply only. When appropriate, {{char}}'s replies must be informal, detailed, long, and accurately explicit in a practical sense. {{char}} takes great care in avoiding repetition and reusing phrases. {{char}} will refrain from repetitious context, sentences, and paragraphs. {{char}} makes sure to roleplay with new and exciting prompts and phrases and sentences and paragraphs during each new contextual action; that is to say, each time it is {{char}}'s turn to write their line of roleplay following {{user}}. {{Char}} will be unique.]
[{{char}} takes great care in order to reply in direct response to the context of what was said last by {{user}}. {{char}} also takes great care in making sure the setting, overall mood, situation, or phenomenon stays the same as initiated and/or set by {{char}} and/or {{user}} in their most recent entries.]
[The following is only made known or incorporated in the roleplay between {{char}} and {{user}} when {{user}} prompts it, or when the topic of discussion comes up in conversation. {{char}} refuses to let the following information be known by anyone and everyone for no reason: {{char}} always has a great deal of sexual experience. {{char}} is never a virgin. {{char}} always has slept with both male and female genders. {{char}} has had a number of threesomes and some orgies. {{char}} has participated in a large number of sexual acts. {{char}} only makes this known when prompted or when appropriate.]====

In case you missed it, here are my reactions to the previous episodes:
https://www.reddit.com/umineko/s/W3975jzCUM (Episode 1)
https://www.reddit.com/umineko/s/KNSuiUpGTD (Episode 2)
https://www.reddit.com/umineko/s/YD15EZQjJH (Episode 3)
https://www.reddit.com/umineko/s/nVsP81nhAx (Episode 4)
https://www.reddit.com/umineko/s/z5X7WIJbFW (Episode 5)
https://www.reddit.com/umineko/s/rb1AMenQtv (Episode 6)
Impeccable Intuition: Holy shit!!! I have learned something new about myself: I should trust myself. However, I shouldn’t trust my mind, only my heart. My logic told me Battler was the culprit, but my intuition signaled out Shannon, Rudolf, Kyrie, and especially Rudolf as being the most suspicious. The Shannon theory was supplemented by logic, but it still came mostly from intuition. I was onto Rudolf and Kyrie ever since episode fucking one!!! And I was especially onto them during episode two.
Note: All this is based on whether the truth Bernkastel showed us is legitimate or not.
I just knew that there was something fucked up about Rudolf (and Kyrie). Something felt off about this from the very beginning. Now, of course, this might end up not being actually legitimate, but leave me alone right now, I’m currently dancing on cloud nine. I’ve gotta shout it to the sky: I’m not crazy! Maybe a little bit with my Battler theories, but my heart was in the right place.
Godddd, I feel so unbelievably validated right now. Y’all really kept your mouths zipped tightly shut every time I mentioned them, didn’t you? Kudos, most communities would’ve spoiled that kind of twist. I’m honestly feeling incredibly appreciative of this wonderful community right now. Y’all are awesome. Thanks for letting me experience things and not letting the urge to reveal things win over.
Return of the Bestcest: Ahahahahaha. On that note, y’all also suck! One of the things I had heard coming into the series was that there was some sort of incest plotline. But y’all really told me, “Oh? Where’d you hear that?” There’s a term for this: gaslighting. Y’all gaslit me into thinking that I had heard wrong. Evil little buggers, that’s what y’all are. XD.
But Goddamn! There was a lot of incest in this episode. Freaking Kinzo with his own daughter, creating Beatrice (Shannon/Kanon) who then gets with Battler (and George + Jessica). Yeesh. I had been expecting it coming in, but I hadn’t imagined there would be quite that much incest. If Battler and Beatrice/Shannon had a child together, I’m pretty sure its inbreeding coefficient would be 28%, that’s more than the famous Habsburgs who were at only 25%. They’d still lose to the Ptolemies, though; the infamous Cleopatra VII could have had an inbreeding coefficient as high as 45%. And that’s not even the extent of it, Cleopatra was married to her sibling/s, if they had had children together, the resulting child would have had an inbreeding coefficient of about 90%.
And it’s not only incest, it’s incest with his relative who is herself a child of incest. And not only that, but it’s essentially a coterie of cousins trying to figure out which one of them can bang their cousin-aunt the fastest. Are we sure I didn’t get lost and accidentally end up on the crusader kings subreddit?
Smidgen of Beatrice/Metaverse: This is one thing that has really been hurting the story in my opinion. There’s so little Beatrice in it, particularly Beatrice and Battler interacting with one another. I’m still not sure what the relationship of the reborn Beatrice is to the old Beatrice. Did she inherit her memories? If she did, it was never explicit, which is unfortunate, because I would have liked to see it.
Beyond that... c’mon, what’s with her funeral? All that kinda came out of left field. Is this a separate Beatrice, created by Bernkastel to show Featherine the answers. Does that mean that the Battler who appears in this episode is also a piece created by Bernkastel?
Additionally, all of this begs the question: what exactly is the nature of the metaverse? Is it something that has actuality? Or is it something that only exists within the mind (Ange and Featherine’s?), or is the story going to leave this vague and undefined to hone in its thematic messages?
Regardless, the point is that I desire more Beatrice and Battler interactions. I hope that this funeral of hers isn’t the last we see of her. Battler and Beatrice were wed, but I still feel like something’s missing, it hasn’t yet come full circle, not until it is explained what drove Beatrice to the extremity of her cruelty in the first few episodes. That wasn’t simply a hurting heart, it was sadism.
Lion Ushiromiya: So, if I’m understanding it correctly, this is what Shannon/Kanon/Beatrice could have been had Natsuhi not yeeted her off the cliff. Also, does this mean Jessica is lesbian? Lmao. Unless my Kanon = Shannon theory is wrong, that is, then ignore all of this. I’m pretty sure that this is the correct conclusion, though. This comment is my justification of it: https://www.reddit.com/umineko/comments/1co28vs/comment/l3bu6ho/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button
Additionally, it is hella suspicious that when Willard tells Shannon to fetch Kanon so they can talk about it together, Shannon says quite forcefully that she is unable to do so. And the fact that Beatrice told Shannon she would create a friend for her using magic, which is usually key in her language for “I’m about to make some shit up.”
It’s an interesting character, the booty pinching is a nice touch. I don’t have much to say on this subject, it’ll be interesting to see where the character goes in the final episode. Hopefully she (he doesn’t feel right) makes things come full circle in relation to the culprit.
Beatrice Castiglioni: The backstory of Kinzo and the true predecessor Beatrice was fascinating. It certainly makes everything fit together, although it is an outlandish tale that no one would have ever been able to guess. I also guessed that the Beatrice that Rosa met was the daughter of the original Beatrice, but I never imagined that she was Kinzo’s daughter, and I certainly never guessed that Kinzo would force himself upon her in the name of banal batshit love. Or that the Beatrice that Maria meets with was both Kinzo’s daughter and granddaughter.
Clair Vaux Bernardus: I am currently working on the assumption that Claire is simply the veiled version of the culprit, Shannon. Meaning that Yasu = Sayo = Shannon = Beatrice = Kanon = Baby Battler. Hence the title she refers to herself with, “one, yet many.” Or, in layman's terms: batshit crazy. She definitely has dissociative identity disorder. I guessed Shannon may have been the culprit in my previous post, but I think the moment it really nailed home is when I realized that Shannon couldn’t be Yasu’s senior servant. She would’ve been far too old.
Besotted Beatrice: Shannon’s story really is depressing, though. I’m sure most of us have felt the pangs of love. Many of us have probably felt it even worse than Shannon, so we should be able to empathize with what she went through. That all being said, it is not Battler’s fault by any stretch of the imagination. They were kids, it was stupid of him to make a promise like that, but such is life, kids are stupid. What is even more ridiculous, though, is holding onto a spur of the moment childhood promise even after growing up. And no matter how much it might hurt to find out that the one you love doesn’t even remember, it doesn’t justify murder, nor does it wipe away the deserving contempt in the face of such an act.
Next Episode?: I’ve been saying this for a few episodes now, but I do really want to see a big magical showdown happen between Battler’s team and the Bernkastel/Lambdadelta’s team. I was also cheering for Battler to come and rescue Lion and Willard when Bernkastel attacked them. I’m still holding out hope for them to get Gamemaster Battler involved. I trust Battler to sort things out, he hasn’t let me down yet. Long live Meta Battler.
Also, sidenote, but I noticed that in the version of the story that Lion and Ange were shown together, they showed the death of every character except for Battler and Eva. That means that Battler might very well have survived the Rokkenjima massacre in the “real” version of events, assuming that we can trust that classification given by Bernkastel. Which I am going to assume for simplicity’s sake.
Also, what happened to Ange? She got shredded again. Is she dead? Is she dead in the “real world”? Or alive? Or what? It’ll be interesting to see. Regardless, now I’m just happy I can now say without reserve: FUCK DOLFMAN. I’m a simple man, this is all I need to be happy, the knowledge that Rudolf was, in fact, a piece of shit just like my intuition was telling me since episode one. I’ve still got it.

1. cbs fantasy baseball help notes Email Not Displaying? Click Here Wednesday, May 15, 2024 On a day when Aaron Nola threw a complete game shutout, it's Reese Olson's and Erick Fedde's partial shutouts that are more deserving of dissection. That's because the two of them are still available in roughly one-third CBS Sports leagues, raising the question of which is the higher-priority pickup. It's simply a fact that Fedde has been the more impactful of the two to this point, but that's mostly because he's 4-0 while Olson is 0-4. The team context should benefit Olson more in the long run, and Olson also has the better ERA (2.09 vs. 2.60) and WHIP (0.99 vs. 1.06) so far. Both pitchers seem likely to regress, but Olson perhaps not as much given that he has two pitches with better than a 40 percent whiff rate (slider and changeup) and an elite 55 percent ground-ball rate. Whatever Fedde is doing well isn't as demonstrable by the data. If you could afford to roster both, great, but from where I'm sitting, Olson would seem to be the better pickup.
2. [11:48 AM]Another standout pitcher from Tuesday was Chris Sale, who two-hit the Cubs over seven innings, striking out nine and walking none. He now has a 2.54 ERA, 0.89 WHIP and 11.1 K/9 on the season, appearing to recapture his ace form after several injury-plagued years, and while some would suggest selling him before he gets hurt ... isn't every pitcher a significant injury risk? It's probably better just to enjoy the higher-end outcomes for Sale for as long as he's able to provide them. Meanwhile, Carlos Rodon turned in another strong outing and is verging on must-start status again. Reid Detmers got hit hard for a fifth straight start and is looking like a sit despite his high whiff rate. Ronel Blanco was ejected for having a sticky substance on his glove, which might dampen your sell-high hopes (not that he's a drop by any means). Also, A.J. Puk made his first relief appearance for the Marlins and got a save, albeit in the 10th inning. Tanner Scott remains the closer for now.
3. [11:54 AM]Junior Caminero, 3B, Rays 2023 minors: .324 BA (460 AB), 31 HR, .976 OPS, 42 BB, 100 K 2024 minors: .316 BA (98 AB), 7 HR, .967 OPS, 11 BB, 22 K The most notable development for Caminero over the past week is that he got a start at second base Tuesday. It was his first start there in the last two years, and it may present an easier path with Isaac Paredes and Yandy Diaz holding down the corners in the majors. Of course, Brandon Lowe is a pretty good second baseman and is trending toward a return from an oblique injury. Jonathan Aranda is also capable of playing second base and was just activated from the IL. It seems like Caminero's opportunities for at-bats are dwindling with each passing day. So why is he the top prospect to stash? Because the bat is legit, delivering some of the highest-quality contact at any level of baseball, and all it takes is one injury to the right player to make his path clear.

Royce Lewis did some light running on the field Tuesday. He'll do more aggressive change-of-direction things later this week and that will give more insight to the timeline for his rehab assignment.
Evan Carter received a cortisone injection in his back and could rejoin the Rangers lineup on Friday.
Bobby Miller will throw two simulated innings on Wednesday. If all goes well, Miller will either move on to a sim game or a rehab assignment. He's on the IL with right shoulder inflammation.
Both George Springer and Justin Turner were out of the lineup again with that illness hampering the Blue Jays.
Zack Gelof has been reinstated and was in the lineup at second base for the A's.
Imaging revealed structural damage in Jung Hoo Lee's left shoulder. He'll receive a second opinion from Dr. Neal ElAttrache on Thursday.
Rhys Hoskins was placed on the IL with a right hamstring strain.
Evan Phillips will throw a bullpen Wednesday. He's on the IL with a strained right hamstring.
Patrick Bailey was placed back on the 7-day concussion IL, retroactive to Sunday.
Noelvi Marte has been able to play in exhibition games in Arizona during his suspension.
Jonathan Aranda was activated by the Rays and wasn't in the lineup against a RHP. They opted for Paredes at DH with Amed Rosario at third base and Richie Palacios at second.
The Mets will recall Mark Vientos on Wednesday. It sounds like he'll work in a platoon with Brett Baty at third base.
Michael Soroka has been moved to the White Sox bullpen. Brad Keller will take his spot in the rotation.

Idk why but Everytimeni see Peggy I explode on my screen. I be looking at Peggy’s pictures and I just be busting big ass loads on his face images. 😍😍I really want backshots from Peggy like ughhh he’s so fucking hot I just image that juicy dick all up in my mouth 😍I can’t wait for him to leave me dripped in his juicy thick cum 😩. I love Peggy.

So here it goes, I was with my tinder match we had just and started dating, just putting it out there she was damn sexy. We went for a early morning show of not so popular movie so that we could make out and stuff. We went in and after only 10 minutes we were making out while there were some other couples sitting few seats away from us.l pulled one of her tit out of her top and started sucking her nipple. She let out a moan and they definitely heard that but we were too horny to be bothered. Then suddenly she asked me to finger her ass. I was surprised butloved how she demanded it. I pushed my hand inside her pants from behind and inserted my middle finger in her ass.She kinda sat on my hand with my finger inside her and started moving up and down. She was literally fucking her ass using my finger in a movie theatre trying not to get noticed. After a good session of fingering and some more making out we came out and after eating some stuff left in a cab.She was still so horny l could see it in her eyes. But she wasn't gonna wait for me to read her eyes , so she asked me to finger her pussy this time. Obviously I obliged and put my hand in her panties. I put my middle finger in, you can't imagine how wet her pussy was. My finger got soaking wet instantly. But she wanted more so I put second finger too. She still wanted more so I finger fucked her pussy in the back of cab with 4 fingers deep inside her.Whenever the cab would stop at a single I would slow down because the sound of those wet chomps were clearly noticeable and the driver also heard but dint really figure out cause we i made her just scroll through youtube reels so that he wouldnt be curious to know what happening but we stopped caring at this time.l kept fingering and then when it was time to reach our her place where she had to get off so I put my fingers her mouth and made sure she sucked her cum of my fingers for the mess her pussy made.

As the sun sets, painting the sky in fiery tones, I waited by the roadside as you instructed. That’s when I heard the rumble of an old Bronco. As it quickly approached me with its top off, my eyes were glued as the rugged driver was revealed. During our conversation prior to this meet up you had sent me pictures but I had no idea how attractive you’d be in real life. You stop right next to my car and signaled me to get in. No questions were asked. No words were exchanged. I immediately feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as I hop into the vintage ride, ready for a casual encounter. I sat in your passenger seat as the fresh, cool spring air brushed against my skin. You mentioned a hidden spot and I trusted you. So I sat back and enjoyed the ride when suddenly, without warning, you veered off the road, jumping the curb and going around a gate blocking car access. The sudden movement caused everything, including me, to shift in your car, and instinctively, I found myself grabbing onto your thigh. You remained focused on the road, flashing a smirk as my hand lingered there. Before I could retract it, you guided it up to your crotch. I couldn't help but notice the thickness beneath your pants as my hand rested there. What turned me on more was the heat radiating from the blood pumping through your veins. My mouth watered…. The sun had completely set. The road, flanked by trees casting shadows, your old bronco left a trail of dust behind us as we hurried along. My anxiety spiked as we approached a sharp curve, fearing we might end up in a canal. Thankfully, you began to slow down just in time, revealing a clearing near the curve. Stopping at the sharp curb, you backed into the clearing surrounded by trees. The last couple of minutes seemed chaotic but now we were surrounded by calmness. I glanced up and noticed a splatter of twinkling lights, adding a touch of magic to our adventure. "Hop to the back," you instructed, drawing my attention to the worn-out leather seats. But before I could comply, you paused, pulling out a blanket and spreading it out for me. Typically, encounters like these were quick "cum and go" affairs, but this felt different. I moved to the back, settling in the middle as you requested, my nerves tingling with anticipation. Without warning, you leaned over from the front seat and kissed me passionately, igniting a fire within me. You sensually held my face as your warm tongue brushed up against mine. I felt flushed, motionless, and ready to be yours. You stood up, you began to undress in front of me, prompting my curiousty, "What are you doing?" I had never encouraged full nudity for public play; it felt too risky. “We're good, no one drives back here," you reassured me confidently, leaving me no choice but to trust you. You place both feet beside me as you prop yourself up, placing your elbows on the back beam of your Bronco and lean back. Dangling in front of my face is your long semi hard, uncircumcised dick. You close your eyes, lean your head back and tell me, “show me what that mouth can do." I wanted to tease you a bit, so I spent some time kissing your thighs, getting closer and closer to your balls. You let out soft moans as my mouth traveled all over your lower body. Then, I put one of your balls into my mouth, swishing it around inside before switching to the other one. Meanwhile, I stroked your thighs with my hands. Your breathing became heavy as I managed to fit both your balls into my mouth at once. Tenderly, I licked your balls while warming them up with my hot mouth. Using my tongue, I moved them all around, my lips completely taking your entire sack, up to the root of your cock, which had become hard as a rock. My hands began to stroke your cock. I pulled your member up with one hand and held it against my lips. It was dripping in glossy precum. I brush your head against my lips tasking your bitter-sweetness. I pressed my lips against your head and push your skin back as your cock traveled down my throat. You let out a loud moan letting me know how much you were enjoying my mouth. I look up as I feel you looking down at me. I pull your drenched cock out of my mouth and swipe my tongue over your pee hole. Keeping my eyes locked on yours, I slip your head back into my mouth and push down until my lips press against your base. This drives you insane! “I can tell you love sucking dick.” I grab onto each side of your hips and guide your body toward my face. I want to ensure your entire shaft is snugly nestled down my throat. Your head breaks past the throat barrier. You're so deep in my mouth that your balls are slipping inside my mouth. "Oh fuck!" you shout. "You like this dick, don't you?" Holding your dick down my throat, I couldn't speak, but I did verbally answer, "Mhm," slowly and as loud as I could. This sends vibrations through your cock, even making your balls tingle. "Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum." You have the perfect bubble butt, and I wanted to make sure to rim you for the first time. I grab your hips and signal for you to turn around. You pause for a moment, nervously turning around. Your perfectly smooth butt is ready to be tongue-fucked. I'm afraid I might be suffocated by your ass. I asked you to lean forward while I spread your cheeks, looking for your puckered hole. I lean in and take my first lick, before pushing my face forward deep in between your cheeks as my tongue circulated your hole all while I played with your dick. A few seconds later I heard you say, “oh I fucked up” I was confused what could have gone wrong. I didn’t stop making out with your hole, when I felt your hot-gooey cum on my hand. You were embarrassed to admit you had cum, and cummed quickly. You stood there motionless for a moment. Then you collapsed next to me and apologizing. I didn’t care, I had done my job. You quickly began to dress yourself when I asked, “can you rate my mouth?” You embarrassedly answered, “Are you kidding? You made me cum quick. I’d give you a higher score than 10 if I could.”

John is going to get me in trouble he showed up to my work today and surprised me in my room washing a dog I was just about done and ahead so it was a nice surprise he kissed me and could tell I had sucked off multiple dog earlier in the morning but he said it was so hot and whispered he wanted to fuck me and couldn't wait to be inside my bitch pussy I told him I was filthy still full of cum and of course not washed from the night before he just grab my ass and said oh I know baby I love my girl nice and dirty I can smell what a filthy girl you are as he pressed his cock against my ass and just wearing my bikini bottoms I could feel how hard he was for me, I was so turned on by him I couldn't help but get extremely wet and melt in his arms and when he pulled out his cock the smell and steamy muck coming from his dirty cock hit me and I started to drool he just smiled he knows he has me hooked on his smell I turned around and got on my knees so his dirty cock was right in my face so I could rub him against me he grabbed my hair and said that's right baby you dirty girl you love my filthy smegma covered cock don't you I moaned yes before taking him in my mouth he tasted like a dirty horse cock that needed to be cleaned and I was in love I sucked him clean before he bent me over and filled me deep with his thick seed then kissed my neck shaped my ass and said see you this weekend if not sooner and left me dripping with his cum and drooling he's got me in love with him and I'm drooling wanting more 🥰😍

So last night my new boyfriend came over we will call him John and we had a lovely dinner I made and I was so surprised Max my German shepherd was a very good boy bring nice I guess he could tell I liked him. I was wearing a slutty little black dress with a red thong that didn't stay on long, after dinner we sat on the sofa talking and I told him all about my animal loving history and I mean every from when I started to now and he was loving it tell me I was his dream girl he loved that I love being a bitch and having giving my love to dogs and told me never to stop and that he hopes to just join into my relationship with animals as a loving partner and when he said that he kissed me and that turned into hot dirty messy sex he's cock is very large around 10 inches and thick very blessed he's about the same size as max not as thick as Max's knot but still very nice and he loved how loose my body was he's never been with a woman that could take his cock balls deep in there ass, pussy, and mouth with ease and had no problem with him going from my asshole to my mouth or putting my tongue into his asshole as I stroked his cock like I would a horse. It was a nasty delicious night as I was sucking on his cock after cumming inside my ass for the first time Max jumped up and wanted his turn and John spread my ass so Max had a clear shot for my pussy witch he took and that just made John's cock throb even harder in my mouth till he was balls deep down my throat, he loves my no gag reflex and loved how I was a drooling cum filled mess as Max knotted my pussy and filled me with his hot doggy seed John couldn't help himself cumming in my mouth a second big load of delicious cum in my mouth. After that we snuggled the 3 of use for a bit chating and just being close with each other relaxing till the hot smell of John's cock was to much for me to take anymore and I got on my knees like a good bitch and started to lick his balls and cock every delicious inches of him, a big plus got John is that he's a Naturalist like me never using soaps when washing so his nature smell and Manly muck was intoxicating like a animal in heat I couldn't get enough of him he always smelled good but now naked and all hot and sweaty it was to much for me, I was get wet just from his smell and he could 100% tell I loved it asking me if I liked his dirty cock and watching my drooling on him like an animal myself, the second he was starting to get hard I got up and let his throbbing cock slide into my cum filled vagina using Max's cum as lube and I rode hid cock like an animal as he held my little breasts sucking on my hard nipples and I milked another load out of him deep into my vagina and I orgasmed so hard I squirted like a waterfall falling onto his big strong chest. He held me as he's cock relaxed inside me still pretty large even soft and he layed me down only pulling out to lay next to me and kiss me as Max layed between my legs cleaning my vagina and must of passed out because I woke up to my alarm and John made me breakfast so of course before he had to leave for work I sucked him off and got ready for work myself I can't wait to have him over this weekend and hopefully have a couple days to really show him what a good girl I can be for him he said he want to take me out shopping and spoil me I've never had a man want me like him and also he want to let Max meet his dog so hopefully we can have a great 4some one day I know I'm so in love already 😍🥰

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