My First Penis

As a reminder, I was pretty clueless about sex when I was a teen. My parents (more specifically, my mother) never really discussed anything more than the very fundamental mechanics of it, emphasizing the myriad negative consequences for failing to be a “good” girl and having anything to do with a dirty pee-pee tail. I didn’t have an older sister to let me in on the secret, and my few friends were too shy to talk about it or were just as clueless as me. I had to learn about sex via “on-the-job” training.

I scored my first boyfriend when I was 15. I kept him a secret from my family, and only saw him at school or talked to him on the phone when no one was around at home. I was in “love” and we even went so far as to hold hands. I had my first kiss in front of the school while waiting for the late bus on a drizzling spring day. Our torrid romance lasted a whole three months before I got dumped (he told one of my friends to tell me it was over and that we could still be friends).

Once I’d known the joys of having a boyfriend, I was eager to find another despite the heartbreak (which, to be honest, wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be). Danny and I sat next to each other in French class and so we were often paired up for conversation practice – which we were both awful at. He was a nice guy, but I hadn’t considered him as boyfriend material until he asked me out on a real date out of the blue one day. I was sixteen by this time, but the rule was no dating until I was at least 17 (although, if it were up to my dad, it would have been 27). It took a couple fights with mom and dad, but there was a negotiated settlement that I could go out with him if it was a group date.

After that night, we were a thing. There was hand-holding and kissing – all the possibilities when it came to physical love. At least that’s what I thought up until he touched my boob.

We were making out in the last row of the darkened movie theater. We sat back to take a break, his arm draped around my shoulder. Minutes later I felt him shifting. I thought we were going to resume sucking face, but then his hand was there, on my boob, cupping me through my bra and sweater. Panic mode. What was I supposed to do? Slap him? Run away? Call the police? He began squeezing while I ran through my options. I wasn’t supposed to let boys touch me like that, but the problem was that it felt good. Really good!

I didn’t stop him. Furthermore, I hoped he wouldn’t stop. There was more kissing and more chest groping and it was perfectly delightful. So much better than holding hands! Adding my tits into the mix really fired up our relationship for the next couple weeks. We quickly advanced to under-the-shirt/over-the-bra action. Without my mom knowing, I bought myself a bra with a clasp in the front. This provided easy access the next time I saw Danny and he was thrilled to finally get his hands on my bare breasts. His palms were a bit sweaty, but I didn’t care. How could my sex life get any better? That’s about the stage that he gently took my hand and placed it on his crotch.

There was something there. Something long and hard. I knew about penises, and had an abstract notion of erections, but this was something else! I wasn’t sure what to do (or not do), so I just squeezed it the way he did with my boobs. He seemed fairly happy with that, so I figured I was on the right track. Cut to his friend’s house. Brian and Kelly were in the family room making out; Danny and I were in the less-comfortable but private formal living room doing the same. My bra was undone and my shirt pushed up. I was massaging his hard-on through his jeans when he leaned back, unzipped his pants, and pulled it out. Whoa, Daddy!

Sure, I’d been curious, but I wasn’t going to be the one to make that move, or even ask for it. But, as it turned out, I didn’t have to. There it was, my first penis…in the flesh.

It was circumcised (as have been all the penises I’ve been given access to). Looking back, I’d estimate it to be in the neighborhood of 6½ inches. A nice upward curve. Super hard and literally pulsing. I wasn’t introduced to his balls on this occasion, but I was mesmerized. The thing that most surprised me were the veins. That scared me a little. I was expecting the shaft to be smooth – at least that’s what it looked like in the drawing I saw during Sex Ed! I instinctively wrapped my hand around it and our kissing resumed with a renewed passion.

He began kind of humping up and down, which gave me the clue that I needed to be doing something more than just squeezing it. I began stroking and earned a happy moan from him. I wonder if my palms were sweaty…

Before we could get too far, the phone rang. Someone was on the way home, so we all had to cease and desist and head out to the trampoline like that’s what we’d been doing the whole time. Everyone was left frustrated. Danny’s naked cock was all I could think about that night as I lay in bed. I was in one of those times where I was trying to convince myself I shouldn’t masturbate, especially since I had a boyfriend to “satisfy” me, but my will-power had been pushed beyond the limit. I found myself facedown and grinding my mattress. After a few minutes of this I gave in, rolled over, and shoved my hand down into my PJs. I frigged my pussy to a great orgasm. Once I’d violated my promise not to touch myself, there was no further point to not fingering myself. I made myself cum twice more that night, then renewed my promise not to be such a perverted freak from then on.

After seeing Danny’s penis, my perception of sex shifted. I honestly hadn’t considered the cock in much depth before that day, but it had suddenly become a central focus for me. I was fascinated with it. It was like this alien creature living in my boyfriend’s pants. It was so strange, and frightening, and irresistible all at the same time. I loved the way it felt in my hand. The skin was soft and moved in my grip like nothing else did. I came to realize the veins that had put me off at first actually gave it more personality – it would look too weird if it was just smooth skin. I adored his cockhead. The shape, the color, and it’s soft squishiness. The pee-hole was so cute. I tried not to think about it, but as soon as I saw it, I wanted to see what it would like pissing. Gross – what was wrong with me? Or, so I worried at the time. The cock was an amazing thing all on its own, but then the bizarre fact that it was supposed to go into my vagina was almost too much for me to get my brain around.

The next chance we had to be alone was while we were out for a walk. We ducked into the woods. Tits and dick were out in a flash and we picked up right where we left off. It wasn’t long before he was moaning and going crazy. Then all of the sudden he relaxed. I wasn’t sure why, then realized there was something gooey on my hand and all over his T-shirt. I’d made him cum! And I missed it!

Nonetheless, I was pretty proud of myself. I had the power! I was one sexy lady. I could make a guy cum. And everyone knows how difficult that is!

After a couple more such handjobs, I arrange things so he was lying out flat and I was sitting up jacking him off in a way that I would be able to see the whole thing. This actually happened in school, after hours, in a quiet study room of the library. There was a risk of getting caught by one of the custodians, but we were too horny to care. I squealed when I saw the jizz shoot from his cock. I couldn’t believe how far it went or how much there was. That’s probably when my real love affair with cum began.

Things naturally progressed from there. He got into my pants and fingered me. Danny convinced me it would be okay for me to suck his penis, and it was. It really, really was. He never really went down on me. I was a little freaked out by the idea of it, but he did go down there and kiss around a few times. It felt nice, but it stressed me out. When he broke the news to me that his family was moving away in August, I learned what heartbreak felt like for real. It was the following week that I lost my virginity.

There were a couple letters once he’d gone away, and one long-distance phone call, but then we both just sorta moved on. He was a good boyfriend and he opened up a whole new world to me. I finally had an inkling of what real sex was, and how wonderful it could be. I thought I knew it all at that point, but little did I know there was still so much more to learn. But, no matter what else happens in my sex life, Danny’s will always be my very first penis.

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Cumming soon: Open Door Policy 27…

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Stephanie See More

A note found by Stephanie Seymour on her pillow:

Dear Mom,

It’s not always easy having a mother who is also a celebrity, but there is one thing that makes it all worthwhile – getting to see naked pictures of you. It’s one thing to be able to see you at the beach in sexy bikinis, around the house in just a bra and panties, or sometimes even get a quick peek of you without anything on, but nothing beats being able to go online and see you posing nude in so many pictures. This might be weird for you to hear, but I’m mainly writing to you to tell you how hot I think you are and to confess that I beat off to your naked pictures all the time. I especially love the ones where I can see your pussy hair. I dream of rubbing my hard cock all over you down there and squirting my cum all in your gorgeous pubes. I also love your tits and think your nipples would be really good to suck on. You’re so beautiful, Mom, I can’t help thinking about you this way. My friends feel the same. Grant and Brice told me they think you’re super sexy. We get together sometimes and look at your pictures and all jerk off together. A couple times we even went into your bedroom and rubbed our cocks on your panties and lingerie. Grant likes to masturbate on your bed and pretend you’re there fucking him. Brice mostly sniffs your dirty panties, then cums in them. My favorite thing to do is suck on one of your dildos while I stroke my dick. I love the idea of having something in my mouth that I know has been inside your pussy. I really wish it could be my dick in your pussy, Mom. Instead of using a vibrator or dildo when you’re horny, you can just come get me and I’ll fuck you as much as you want. You might think that is disgusting – to have sex with your own son – but I love you so much and I know I could make you feel good…much better than a rubber sex toy. I hope you don’t hate me for admitting all these things to you, but you make me so horny that I can’t take it anymore. I love you, Mom!

Left on his bed:

My Dearest Son,

Your letter was surprisingly crude, and I’m still shocked by most of the things you wrote, but I don’t hate you for it. I love you, and I always will – no matter what! I always knew my career as a model was going to impact you, but I didn’t exactly predict it would be like this. I was always honest with you about the kinds of photos I posed for, and it has provided us with a very good life. I’m proud of my body and not ashamed of showing it (obviously). I knew that one day you were going to see these pictures, but I underestimated the effect it would have. I can’t blame you for feeling the way you do. I’m not happy about you and your friends violating my privacy and masturbating together in my bedroom with my things. I suppose that’s just part of growing up. In a strange way I’m proud that you’re able to express your sexuality openly and masturbate with your friends. It must all be very confusing for you…and frustrating. You have to jerk off to pictures of your own mother knowing that the real thing is only a few rooms away…and there’s a good chance that I’m playing with myself, too (since this is what I do most nights). I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and decided that isn’t very fair to you. If you want me to get naked for you so you can masturbate to me (or on me) in real life instead of having to use pictures, I’m willing to do that. If you want to rub your penis on my pussy, my tits, or my ass you can do that, too. I might even masturbate along with you, if that’s okay. As far as using your cock instead of one of my many dildos, I’m not sure about that. I’m not strictly ruling it out, but let’s take it slow and see how playing together feels. Maybe once you have the real thing it will lose its mystery and you’ll want to move on to girls your own age. If not, I honestly could use a good hard fuck from a handsome young stud from time to time. I’m glad you felt secure enough to write me that letter, and I think things are going to be better for both of us from now on. I’ll be waiting in my bedroom for you tonight…and bring your camera, if you want. All my love. XOXO

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So, it might seem I’m a little obsessed with Stephanie. I recently posted a caption featuring her and her son, and now this little flash story. Part of it is my fascination with naked celebrities. The thought that an actresses or model who appears nude exposes herself not only to horny fans, but also to her father, brother, son or any other relatives who have a desire to see her (or him) naked. This idea is very intriguing to me. Stephanie happens to be just one of many prominent example of this arousing phenomenon. The smaller part of it was simple coincidence. When I was browsing naked celeb photos I saw the one above and got a naughty thrill out of the way she was holding the front of her dress up the way she was. I could imagine her thinking of her son standing in front of her while she was posing for this one. If you have any sexy celeb pics that you’d like me to do a caption or flash story with, be sure to pass it along to me!

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Baiting My Brother

I was recently asked a question that really got me thinking. If I were to seduce my brother today, how would I go about it?

Not to be a spoil-sport, but I need to say right off the top that I have no intention of attempting to have sex with my brother. I say this in a futile effort to avoid a rash of messages telling me I should put this plan into action. As I’ve said before, I’m not willing to put my marriage, or his, in jeopardy in exchange for the sake of a kinky thrill. Between my husband and my writing, my pussy is already getting all the action she needs to be content. Now, if it should happen that we both somehow end up single at some point in the near future, I’ll reconsider. If, however, I had no regard for my wedding vows or the stability of Nick’s family, here’s what I’m thinking I’d do…

For starters, being the kind of person I am, I’d have to take things slow. If real life were a porno, I could just show up at his house one day, drop my panties, and say, “Wanna fuck?” Of course his answer would be, “Hell, yeah!” and we’d merrily go to pound town together on his kitchen floor without a second thought. While that’s certainly an option, the risk factor is well beyond what I’m willing to chance, and I’m more than certain I don’t have the balls to attempt anything even close to that.

The way I’d start it would be to test the waters in very gradual stages. I’d want to know with some confidence that he would respond positively to any advances I might make. I would be devastated if he rejected me, and probably too embarrassed to face him after coming on to him sexually only to be shot down. First I’d start dressing sexier when I knew I was going to see him. Nothing too overt, but I’d choose my wardrobe such that it would allow me the option to show off to him whenever the opportunity allowed, but remain otherwise conservative when anyone was around. For example, a short skirt that might ride up by accident, or a loose blouse that could hang open if I happened to lean over in front of him. I’d carefully watch to see what his reaction was to these incidental flashes of sister-flesh was. If he was happy to help himself to a peek rather than avert his eyes, this would prompt me to move to phase 2.

The next thing I’d have to do is find a way to spend time with him alone. This would be tricky. One idea is that I would have to use one of Nick’s hobbies that doesn’t involve his wife. What I came up with was golf. I could tell him that I want to learn to play. I’d ask if he could teach me, but not tell anyone because it was going to surprise my husband if I got good at it (which I wouldn’t). We could meet up at a local course once every week or two after he got out of work. I’d tell Dave I had joined some new club or was going to a women-only gym. I’d use the time on the course to get a little flirty with my brother, and do a bit more showing off in tight shorts and tops. Maybe even forget my bra on occasion.

After the driving range or a quick 9 holes, I’d do my best to maneuver him into the club house for a beer or two where we could talk. Over time I would carefully introduce topics that were more and more intimate. Again, I’d be careful to gauge his reaction to these conversational gambits. Does he try to change the subject, fidget and clam up, or engage with me and encourage further discussion along such provocative lines? I wouldn’t try anything too explicit out of the gate. Maybe get him to swap stories about any wild college experiences. Perhaps ask about girlfriends he had before getting married. And probably mention something I saw in the news or on Facebook that has a sexual element to it.

If he went along with this, I’d loosen up the joking and sexual innuendo. We can be fairly open around each other now, but sexy banter between us is very much the exception, not the rule – especially one-on-one. Assuming he plays along, I would work in more personal things. I might fill him in on how and when I lost my virginity, or tell him about the time I walked in on my roommate masturbating (I didn’t), or confess how my sex drive seems to be getting stronger as I get older (it is).

My hope would be that he’d respond in kind, and talk with me about similarly private aspects of his life. If nothing else, having Nick talk about his sexual experiences with me would be enough to fuel my masturbation fantasies for a couple decades. When I felt it was safe, I’d go even deeper. I’d admit to finding our father’s porn stash and maybe mention how I’d sneak out to the garage on occasion and spend some “alone time” looking at his dirty magazines and books. I’d hint around about sometimes looking at porn online, working it into the conversation in the form of a little joke here and there. I’d also be sure to look for any excuse to touch him. A lingering pat on the shoulder, helping him get the ketchup off his lip, or fixing his mussed up hair for him. Of course, I’d only say and do these sorts of things after a beer or two, allowing me to blame the alcohol if I got myself into trouble.

I thought about using text messages and/or email to supplement my flirtation, but there would be too much danger leaving evidence like that for either of our spouses to find. As tempting as it is, most of the people getting caught misbehaving are undone because of their phone or computer. With everything going to plan, I’d wait for just the right time and tell him that I wrote an erotic story that I posted online. If he wanted to see it, I’d direct him to some site where I had uploaded it under a new alias. I’d either write something new, or use a version of “Coming Out to Play.” Upon receiving a positive response, I’d tell him I’d also written a “taboo” story but was afraid to post it. Ideally, he’d encourage me to put it on the web (mostly because he’s secretly dying to read it). The story would be something fairly neutral to our situation so as not to be too blatant about what I was up to. Maybe a nice sister/sister story where the first initials of the girls’ names would be N and R (matching Nick and Rachael).

Once I’d gotten favorable feedback from him on the incest story, I’d probably teasingly ask him if he jerked off to it. Not sure if he’d confess to this, but I wouldn’t press him too hard on it knowing that he had most likely beat his dick like a rented mule while reading his little sister’s filthy story. I’d then let Nick know that I’d gotten a lot of requests from readers for a brother/sister story, but I’d feel weird about writing something like that and would want his blessing before attempting a story that hit that close to home. Hopefully he’d push for more details, and I’d explain that I had a weird crush on him when we were teens. My mission at that point would to be to get some sort of confirmation from him that he had any kind of sexual interest in me back then.

At this point, everything has all been slowly developing over the course of several months at the minimum. Maybe golf season is over by now and I’ve wormed my way onto his co-ed darts team. Whatever the case, if everything feels right, I’ll hit the fruity girl-drinks harder than usual during one of our get-togethers. While we’re saying our goodbyes in the parking lot, I’ll step up close to him and ask, “Can I try something?” Before he can answer, I’ll go up on my tippy-toes and kiss him on the lips. But not a sister kiss. A nice, long, sexy, “I want you” kiss.

If I need an explanation, I’ll tell him that I always wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss him like that, and that it was much better than I imagined. After that, I would pretty much leave it up to him to move things forward. If he hadn’t taken the lead by then, this would be the full steam ahead signal from me. I wouldn’t play any games with him. If he kept things between us at the level they were, I’d go along with that. If he tried to seduce me, I’d let him. If he shoved me in the backseat of his SUV and wanted to fuck me there on the spot, I’d spread my legs and hand my pussy over to him to do with as he pleased. Knowing my brother, he’d be more gentlemanly than that. Part of the thrill for me would be to see how he went about crossing that line with me. I could definitely go for a bit of seduction – something I don’t think I’ll be able to experience again in my romantic life.

I don’t believe I have a preference between a brief affair versus a prolonged siblings-with-benefits arrangement, but I’d be happy either way. Just being able to know what it’s like to fuck and suck my brother’s cock, to make him jerk off for me while I watch, and to taste his cum would more than satisfy me for years to come (and come, and come).

Okay, so it’s far from being the boldest plan, but with my personality it’s the best I can imagine myself doing in real life. Taking it slow would give me plenty of chances to bail if he wasn’t picking up what I was putting down. Also, using alcohol and humor would provide a cover to safely pull back from any comments or actions that he felt were inappropriate.

And, whether he went for me or not, I’d always have my fantasies and a fat dildo with his name on it!

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Woman Arrested for Sex with Son of Friend

You just know there’s always more to the story than is reported. What would it be like if we were given all the sordid details…?

First, the real story.

Now, the Hole Story:

Authorities in Mississippi have arrested a woman from Turraro accused of carrying on a sexual relationship with a 16-year-old boy for several weeks. June Roberts, 38, was booked into the Lincoln Parish Correctional Center in Denton. Bond with her bail was set at $5,000.

Roberts is charged with carnal knowledge of a juvenile and indecent behavior with a juvenile. Roberts apparently met the victim through an acquaintance and allegedly persuaded the teen to participate in a sexual relationship for about six weeks.

“It was more like blackmail,” the boy said during our interview. “June and my mom hung out at the same bar, and one night my mom had a few too many and told her that she would sometimes fuck me when my dad was away on a long haul. After that, June waited for me after school one day and told me she’d call the cops about me and my mom if I didn’t start fucking her, too.”

The sexual encounters took place at the home where Roberts was living. According to the Sherriff, the boy told deputies he did not reveal the relationship to authorities because she threatened him.

Roberts refuted this allegation. “All I did was tell him that I heard he liked banging older women, flashed him my tits, and asked if he was interested. That’s all it took. The boy was a regular fuck machine after that. He couldn’t get enough of my pussy, and came around almost every day just to get his dick wet. The only time I threatened the little fucker was when he tried to shove his cock up my shitter that one time.”

In the end, it was a friend of Roberts’ who contacted the police in July upon discovering the relationship.

“It was that bitch Shirley,” Roberts accused during arraignment proceedings. “I told her about how I was getting a nice hunk of young cock on the regular. She asked if she could ‘borrow’ my boy toy for an afternoon. I told her no because I knew it she’d want him more and more if I let her have a taste of his hard dick. The backstabbing slut up and turned me in because I wouldn’t share.”

It took detectives several weeks to investigate the case. When investigators obtained a warrant for Roberts’ arrest, she was nowhere to be found. The Sheriff’s Office took her into custody on Tuesday from her home in Turraro. Officers found her in the company of the boy in question. The two were both naked, covered in scented oil, and performing lewd acts involving several items they’d purchased at a hardware store earlier that afternoon.

As the officers waited for the boy to get dressed, he remarked: “She likes to force me to shove weird stuff in her cunt then slap her titties around. What was I supposed to do? We would have gone to jail if she turned us in for all the fucking me and mom do. At least my mom lets me do butt stuff with her.”

The arrest wasn’t planned. Deputies were at the property on an unrelated matter, but while cops were at the home they determined she had an outstanding warrant and arrested her. She offered oral sex and other sexual favors to the officers in exchange for not taking her into custody.

“A few of the guys let her suck them off,” Deputy Barnes told reporters, “and I gave her pussy a good pounding, but that wasn’t going to stop us from doing our lawful duty. We’re just happy the boy is safe at home where he can fuck his momma in peace like the good Lord intended.”

When the mother was contacted by phone for comment, the boy told us she couldn’t speak because his cock was currently halfway down her throat.

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I’ve Decided to Become a Prostitute!

A literary prostitute, that is. Allow me to explain…

As some of you have probably already noticed, I’m in the process of a transformation of sorts. I’m changing my screen name from DirtyMinedMom to DirtyMindedMinx. I’ve decided to do this for two reasons, one practical and one personal.

I’ve received several compliments over the years for my writing that included the suggestion that I write for the commercial erotica market. About a year ago, I began actually thinking about trying it. Then didn’t do anything about it. A few months ago I began actually looking into what it would entail. It’s a bit daunting, but I decided that once the kids were back in school that I would use some of the extra time I would have during the day to make an attempt.

I was gearing up to write something I could publish as an eBook on Amazon and/or Smashwords, then I stumbled across an interesting market I hadn’t considered before: writing custom erotic stories. This idea really appealed to me. I’ve had a lot of readers ask for stories with specific plots or characters, but I generally made it a policy not to take on these kinds of projects. For one, I have a huge backlog of ideas of my own that I want to write, and for two, I wasn’t sure I could do someone else’s story idea justice.

After some experimentation, I learned that my second objection wasn’t a problem. And as far as the first issue goes, if I was going to be writing commercially anyway I figured I might as well bring someone else’s vision to the page along the way. With that in mind, I came up with a new plan.

I’m going to offer my services as an erotic writer for hire. I will take your desired premise, plot, characters, fetishes, settings, or situations and turn them into a story custom made just for you. Then, depending on the deal you choose, I will publish the story for the general public (changing any personal details that may have been incorporated into the story, of course). I think this approach will give me an opportunity to not only fulfill a need for many of my devoted readers, but it will also provide me with a library of diverse works to offer as a “professional” writer.

One of the things I discovered during my research is that almost all eBook publishers require characters to be 18 or over, and none that I could find were (according to their terms of service) okay with incest or “pseudo-incest.” This, obviously, presents a problem for me and eliminates the majority of the personal stories I’ve written or plan to write. This means that the stories I’m most interested in custom writing will not violate these restrictions. Which brings us back around to my name change.

Initially, I’m only intending to “advertise” my custom story services here at my blog. I want my loyal friends to have first whack at this opportunity, so to speak. When (or if) I open myself up to a wider audience for my custom story services, I don’t want to be pigeon-holed by my screen name, which has something of an incesty vibe. DirtyMindedMinx is less limiting while still being essentially accurate. Maybe when I hit 40 I’ll have to change it to DirtyMindedMature, but I don’t have to start worrying about that for a few years yet!

I’m still sorting out the details of how my new underground career as an official smut peddler will work, and I’ll do another post soon on the specifics of it all. Just to give you an idea, I’m settling in on rates that range from $5 to $15 per page (~600 words) depending on the genre (publishable vs. non-publishable) and who retains the rights. Just to give you an idea, most chapters of Open Door Policy run about 10 pages. I’m also considering rates for people who want to collaborate, or want me to edit and proofread their own erotic story. I’m also toying with the odd idea of some sort of role play by email service. Not sure on that one yet.

In the meantime, I’d be curious to hear from you if any of my proposed professional services are of interest to you. For everyone else, don’t worry. My screen name is changing, but that’s all. I’ll still be keeping up with my blog and all that entails, as well as writing about the kinky things that turn me on. It’s going to be a challenge, that’s for sure, but with a little self-discipline I think I can pull it off…or at least I can continue to get you to pull it off – which is job #1 here at DirtyMindedManufacturing Inc.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to put on my platform heels, squeeze into my neon micro-dress, and hit the streets looking for a few literate tricks.

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