“Bernard”

Let me make it absolutely clear before I start with this true tale, I am not in anyway gay. I have never wanted to be fucked by another man or even thought about getting intimate with a member of the same sex. Sure, I love watching two women going at it, in fact, I derive great pleasure from seeing a couple of girls suck and fuck each other; tongues and fingers going to work. Breast to breast or sixty-nine, I don’t mind. It’s a male thing I guess, though I am not sure what the girls think. It’s okay if they are inclined toward same sex, I suppose. I don’t think seeing two men going for gold has the same effect on a woman, but again, I haven’t asked. I digress.

So, the fact that I am not gay established, what would compel me to enter into a session with a dog I have often wondered that to myself. The best I can come up with is that I love watching. There is a large part of many men that is voyeuristic. Visual stimulation is often all a man needs to get going. Be it two women together, a man and woman screwing the eyeballs out of each other or indeed, a woman with a dogs cock in any of her receptive holes.

It isn’t quite the same for the female of the species. Stimulation for a woman is not usually visual, more a direct approach, like finding herself in a situation and going with the flow. I am voyeuristic. I freely admit it. Give me a good quality video or film and I will show you just how aroused a man can get from just visual images. Recently, I was given several videos involving a neighbour of mine with her dog. She would be mortified if she knew that her partner was peddling them. She is quite a nice looking girl with a trim figure; nothing really special, but just the type that, if she flirted, you would try and take her up on it.
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 All Story from my friend

     Came across this site by accident! and have a real story to tell, I haven’t ever told anyone this. Never done this before so bear with me. This all happened a long time ago in the seventies, we were just 19 and had moved into a flat in London my girlfriend Pam worked for a record company and I worked at a printers, we were working hippies, and we both looked good, she was slim with long blond hair which had green and blue streaks in it, I had long black curly hair right down my back those were the days, we only had two rooms and slept on a mattress in the front room thinking we were cool,

We were looking after a friends dog for a while a mongrel a big powerful black dog, it was Saturday night and we were drinking and smoking substances as you did then, and we were daring each other to do stupid things you know the sort of thing stand naked in the widow for five seconds, we were naked on the mattress when the dog came over and sniffed between her legs, I laughed and dared her to touch his cock she said no, but I said a dare is a dare and I wont tell anyone.

Well I knew she had a thing about dogs she had told me a story about when she was thirteen and was baby sitting for a couple, they had a dog and it would not leave her alone it kept trying to hump her she had to get behind a chair at one point, anyway she bathed the child and put it to bed and then decided to have a bath she came into the front room in a dressing gown to dry her hair by the fire and the dog

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Alexis meets Hue.

She makes her way in through the crowd, there was stale smoke lingering in the air, the music and the buzz of the large crowd was really all she could hear for now. She decided to find somewhere quieter, not ever being one for wild parties.

Hue the dog was sniffing along towards the noisy home, he smelled the party food. he began to look for a way in, he went around back and up onto the empty patio, he began to sneak in through the open back door.

Alexis was headed through the door that lead out to the patio, when she did so, a small and adorable dog headed inside.
She paused her footsteps looking down at it, she thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen!
“Hello there” she smiled as she spoke softly to him

Hue froze in his tracks, not wanting to be seen, but it was too late, he took a step back and tilted his head, wondering if she’d tell anyone else..

She quirked a brow as the little creature seemed afraid.
“It’s okay little one” she tried to reassure him, and continued to hold the door, standing where she was so that she would not startle him.

“Hmm… come over here..”he said suddenly and sat where he stood,”I do not like crowds of people…”

She looked surprised as the adorable one spoke, she blinked once and then smiled a bit. “I dont like crowds either” She took two small steps to where he sat, letting the door close behind them, they would be now in the kitchen. Steams of people poured in and around them, holding a conversation would be nearly impossible.
“Shall we go someplace a little more… quiet” She asked Hue in a soft tone only for his ears, which she assumed were sensitive.

“Yes, please, lead the way if you would… What’s your name”he asked as he rose up to his feet. His ears could handle normal speech, but nothing too much louder.
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A Warm and Furry Surprise

     Ever since Patti had been laid off from her job, Mike started to worry about her. His wife of two years was withdrawing more from him each day. It used to be that they would do almost everything together but anymore, all she wanted to do was play around on her computer all the time. Several times Mike had tried to call home during the day only to get a busy signal, or worse no answer at all, and Patti no longer came to bed when he did. It had been weeks since they had made love. She seemed to sit up all night on the Internet and whenever he came into the room, she would quickly minimize the screen. She had even rearranged the room with the computer facing the door so he couldn’t sneak up on her.

Mike thought she was having an affair – talking to guys online and then arranging to meet them during the day while he was at work. Patti was a beautiful woman with shoulder length blond hair and huge brown eyes that could melt your heart. At only 5 feet 2 inches, she was just a little wisp of a woman with a body to die for. The thought of Patti with another man was tearing him apart. Since the day he first saw her, Patti was the love of his life and Mike wasn’t willing to throw that away without fighting for her. Before he could fight, he had to know exactly what it was he was fighting against though.

Having made up his mind that he would need to get into Patti’s email account, Mike called his sister and explained how Patti was depressed since she lost her job. Mike’s sister, Nancy, drop by the house the next day and take Patti out to lunch then maybe do some shopping. Knowing that Patti would be out of the house, Mike arranged to take the last half of the day off from work so he could try to break into his wife’s account.

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A Rainy Day

    The rain pounds on the roof of the barn as we run inside to escape the downpour. both of us are soaked and begin taking off our clothes and hang them up to dry. you are the first to take your clothes off. I watch and with a mischievous glint in my eyes, I slowly strip mine off, teasing you as I remove each piece of clothing.

I can feel my pussy get wet as I rub the lace of my bra over my nipples as I knead my breasts in my hands before letting the garment fall and kicking it to you. gracefully, I slither out of my panties, already wet with pussy juice, and I toss them to you as well, my pussy getting even wetter as I see you sniff them as you sit on a bale of hay and tell me to come here.

you lean forward and your tongue laps at one of my nipples making gasp and lean toward you, wanting more. pulling me astride your legs, I sit on your lap as you suck gently on my nipple while rolling and kneading the other with your hand. I moan and hold your head to my breasts.

you can feel my pussy juice on your thighs as you trail your hands down my stomach and over my trimmed pussy. knowingly, your fingers find my clit and rub it in circles, never entering my pussy. My pussy grinds against your hand and I bite my lip as little sounds escape my throat.

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A New Dog Bitch Is Born

Jenny feverously rubbed her clit and she was getting very frustrated. She had been masturbating for nearly an hour and still could not get over the edge. Her usual fantasy about Mike the school football captain was just not doing it today.

Three times she had creamed and then a stray thought intruded and the feeling was lost. She was getting sore now and her juices were drying up again. Shit’, she said out loud to Max, her four year old German shepherd, I am so horny I will go mad if I can’t get off. Max looked back and panted.

Max had been a surprise present for her 9th birthday, the cutest little puppy Jenny had ever seen. She had been begging for one for years, and as they had just moved out in the country her parents decided to grant her wish. Four years later they were inseparable, Max followed her everywhere. He even shared her room, with his own basket at the end of her bed.

It was only a few months ago that Jenny had discovered masturbation; right about the time she’d had her first period. Her extremely knowledgeable friend Amy had told her about it and gave her directions to finding her button, along with some graphic tips at the best methods of stimulation. It didn’t take Jenny long to become an expert, inventing some of her own techniques along the way. When Jenny found time alone to explore her new interest Max usually watched disinterested or lay snoozing in the floor.

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A lonly day with my dog   It was a lonely summer for me. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and didn’t feel like doing anything except watch T.V., play with my dog, and exercise.

For a 18 year old girl, I was pretty fit. Tight round ass, 36c bra size, and athletic body. I had just found out about masturbation through some of the movies I had been watching late at night. It was fun, but it got to be too much the same all the time.
But one lone day, I discovered a new way to masturbate.

I was home alone in my room with my dog, a mix between a German shepherd and something else. He was a big guy that came to my waist while standing up. I was watching T.V., when Manny (that’s his name) comes in running with his tongue sticking out and salivating: the obvious sign of hunger. So I headed down stairs, opened up a can of dog food, and set it on his doggie plate. I sat next to him and watched him use his powerful tongue to grab the food. I was sitting with my legs spread out, so my clit was more opened than usual, and that got me horny. I was wearing tight shorts, and the fabric was rubbing on my pussy. All this while I watched my dog eat gave me an idea.

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A Little Snack After Work    George was out of town, and had been for two weeks now. I hate it so when he has those training seminars in Cleveland. It is the one time the company does not allow significant others to accompany them. Besides who wants to go to Cleveland? It had been two weeks now and I still had another week before he would be home. I have no problem using my fingers, vibrator, or anything else to masturbate, but there are times you just need more. It had been a very long and frustrating day at the office.

All those macho men in their three piece suits and the smell of their cologne drove me wild. We were stuck in meetings most of the day. All of us sitting around that conference table. Occasionally one of them would be sure to brush by me making sure he would rub against my breasts. Or as we took turns handing out pamphlets and other miscellaneous things they would make sure to lean over me very closely, rubbing their cocks on my back, or whispering something into my ear.

As soon as I got home, I stripped off my clothes and ran a hot bath. I walked into the kitchen naked, and got a bottle of wine and a glass. Pouring a glass on my way back to the bath, I gulped it down needing to relax desperately. I poured another glass as I stepped into the hot bath full of bubbles and scented oil. I sipped on this glass of wine as I lay in the tub soaking away the tensions of the day. My fingers found my clit, aching to be stimulated. I finger fucked my hole, and I came but it wasn’t enough. I reached for the vibrator that I use in the bath ( it’s waterproof) and fuck my hole and came again. But it still wasn’t enough. I NEEDED more.

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A Housecall for Angie (part three of series)

Hello” she answered breathlessly, with more than a little aggravation in her voice. She choked back a groan as Davey pulled at her cunt to put one of his back legs over her, putting them ass-to-ass again.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the line. You sound like you’re a bit busy.”

Angie squealed, Cara! Hi!”

The woman laughed. So, are you busy”

I’m, uh, a little tied up, so to speak.”

Mmm, I can imagine what kind of tied you are. Did I catch you at a bad time”

No, no. I’m sort of stuck for a while, anyway. You get to listen to me come at least one more time, though…” she added mischievously.

Oh, I can do better than that. Mind if I drop by”

Of course! I’d love to see you. I can’t exactly get to the door to unlock it, though. Come around to the back. The glass door is open.”

I’ll be there in ten minutes, then.”

And I’ll probably still be kind of stuck.”

Good. I’ll get to play along. I’ve got Joey with me, is that okay.”

Oh my God, yeah! Bring him!”

Cara laughed lightly at her enthusiasm. See ya soon!”
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 A Friend in Need..

   We financially outgrew our suburban neighborhood about a decade ago. We bought this 3/2/2 cracker box sixteen years ago. We’ve added on, built a pool, deck, sauna, weight room, and den. Our neighbors are jealous, but they’re still friends. We’ve known most of them from the beginning–four couples especially. They’ve all been through tough times. Cheryl and I have helped them all from time to time. I’m lucky, I suppose. I’m a top-notch salesman. I’m never out of work or money. I’m also free with my money. My friends think I’m generous to a fault. When we go out as a group, I usually grab the check. We entertain a great deal. Our home is like a yuppie playground. The drinks are free, the music is sixties/seventies, and there’s no need to drive home drunk. Either stagger home or crash where you are.

Frank and Rachel are our best friends. We knew them from high school. Frank is an auto mechanic; Rachel sells Avon–mostly to Cheryl. Cheryl is fucking Frank fairly regularly. I’ve had the pleasure of bopping Rachel a few times when she gets shit-faced. Cheryl is bisexual. She’s had Rachel more than I have - also when shit-faced.. Rachel gets teased about that a great deal. She’s straight as an arrow with a body that is anything but straight.

Ed and Inez live next door. Ed owns a dry cleaner. Inez keeps the books. I loaned them the money to start their business. Inez paid the interest to Cheryl by periodically depositing tender kisses between her legs. Ed paid interest as well, making sperm deposits in Cheryl’s sperm bank. Though the debt has been repaid for years, Ed keeps paying interest. Ed and Inez are not bad looking; but, of the girls, Inez would have to be considered the only plain one in the bunch and a little on the chubby side. I’ve never fucked Inez, probably never will.

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 A Dog’s Tale

    This story is true.  I have always been an animal lover and admired their simple, trusting nature.  I grew up always with a dog in my family.  At times as a young girl, I explored them a little by playing with their penis and balls.  I would stroke a dog’s penis to see him get hard and then pull back the protective skin to look at what he had beyond the tip.  But as I grew older I never explored any more than that.  Now, I am a single mother of two children and I don’t have much time for anything else.  We have a female Labrador Retriever, Missy, and a cat, Thomas.

At the time that this happened, Missy was in heat.  I live in the country and work not far from home.  There are not many other dogs around us and we have a fence around our yard.  I don’t worry about other dogs when Missy is in heat because I secure her in a dog run and with the fence around the yard I figure there isn’t much to worry about.  But during this time I noticed a big Bull Mastif from up the road a ways making the journey down to visit with Missy.  Though Missy would whine when he came around there wasn’t anything either of them could do, the fences did their job.

One day while the kids were at school and I had a day off, I was standing at the kitchen window when I saw Bull come down along the fence.  Missy started whining and he started dancing around.  He wanted to get at Missy and his big dog dick caught my attention.  He was huge to begin with, but this time the tip of his dick was hanging out and I felt aroused.  He was swinging back and forth as he trotted along the fence and my eyes were watching him intently.  I stopped what I was doing to admire his big dick.
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As she entered the conversation, woman1 said, “I just love it when I make love to my dog. He always acts so innocent, but then his instincts kick in, and he fucks me up good. His hot pink cock just rams my pussy with utter savageness. My boyfriend loves to watch me get fucked by him too. I love it how the dog struggles to stick his cock deep in his bitch like he’s not going to get another chance. His balls were flopping on my cunt as they work so hard to pump me full of animal semen. Oh! I explode when he rams his knot into my cunt, and ties with me. He holds the warm cock deep inside me as he comes, thus claiming me as his bitch. A river of come flows out of my pussy as he pulls out with a loud pop. He licks up all my pussy juices along with his own. He runs of in the corner to clean his dirty cock, and then twenty minutes later he’s back for more.”

Julie adds, “Me and my dog have fun times like that too. It’s great to have one. My dog’s a great Dane, and he has one of the biggest dog cocks I’ve seen. When he sticks that shit in my pussy, there’s no escape. I can only wait until loads of hot cumshots are shot into my belly.”

Woman2 replies, “Wow, that’s great. I love to have sex with my dog too, but have you tried a horse? They’re hung! Everyday, I walk out to my barn naked and wake up the horses. I go under their belly, and I start rubbing their enormous testicules. He quivers and neighs at the touch.

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The Tiger approached his gift. He so did enjoy this whole ceremony, the gaze of the crowd and the quiet suspense as he encircled the girl-gift. He savored the horrified look on the pubescent girl’s face as he lunged and tore her apart. And the celebratory hollarings of the ape-things as he feasted upon one of their own their own kind but were assured free passage for the next twelve seasons. Damn. It’s good to be a Tiger.

In those days Tiger felt like a god of his territory. He never hunted for food. The mangy ape-things brought him nearly every meal, freshly killed. And the people offered him a sacrifice of their own kind every three years to appease his ape-bloodlust. He eagerly ate the first two.

This year’s gift is quite young and beautiful, Tiger mused. She is likely the prize of their pride, and yet they offer her to me. What purpose does that serve? I’m well fed, and it’s the ape-things that feed me. I, in turn, provide them with safe passage. Seems like a pretty cut-and-dried deal to me. But then they throw in this gift.’ What am I supposed to do with her if not eat her?

Tiger continued to circle the girl. He casually padded around her, building up the tension in the audience and raising the girl-gift’s heart rate to an audible pitter patter. He first concentrated on the crowd pleaser: crying. A roar right in the girls’ ears always made them break down in tears, and the crowd would yipper and yapper with excitement.

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    The woods were a perfect place for Shirley and I to go to be alone with each other. The winding foot path leading to many a clearing surrounded by thick shrubbery was a favorite local hot spot for most lovers during the weekends,and it being a Monday we would have the woods pretty much all to ourselves, and just to make sure that no one thought we were up to anything who might see the two of us entering the woods, we both took our dogs Shep, her large male Collie, and Duke, my family’s Boxer with us as if just taking them for a walk. With honey blond hair down to mid back, and that come and get it smileof hers at 18; Shirley looked more like jailbait in her cutoffs and well filled short sleeved shirt tied up in front like a halter top, than most 15 or 16 year olds ever would. Her taunt yet supple curves just seemed to beg to be touched,and walking behind Shirley was a true study in the dynamic mechanics of physics as that tight round butt swiveled on hips that were a pure fluid motion of perpetual dance.

We found the place we wanted, the one furthest from civilization, and off the beaten trail, and in moments we were naked and making finger, and tongue paths of our own on each others flesh. Her smooth scented skin an aphrodisiac to my nostrils and we soon became inverted there on the grass with me underneath, licking the greatest tasting sweet syrupy pussy of my young life, and her ontop taking a vacuum lock of my prick with those tender pouting lips of hers.With her tight young round butt bouncing on my face, and her mouth doing magical spells with my dick as her head bobbed up and down, I suddenly had a little help licking up all of that fine white young crack as Shep suddenly stuck his nose in my business, or rather her business end.

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  She decided to read the ever so popular story of Helmut the dog. She quickly caught on that this was about animals on animals, but animals on humans! She shrieked, this is repulsive. Who would do such a thing? But she kept on watching. After the first story, she went on the the next, captivated. She was more and more interested. She was hooked. She eventually got to a very different story: How to have sex with your dog. She read it twice. Then an idea popped into her head. These stories had gotten her so wet. She wondered if this perverted act really felt so good. She wondered if she should try it. She started getting hot. She had to try it.

She called her dog Hulk into the room. She had named him that because his was so muscular. Dad thought chopping his balls off would turn him into a weakling. So we didn’t neuter him, and kept his hulk size. As Hulk walked into the room, she noticed in detail the thing she never seemed to notice. Hulk was a massive skinny dog, he had his manhood right in the open. Jane couldn’t believe it, his balls and dick were right in front of her. Hulk had massive testicules that hanged loosely of the sheath of his penis. Everytime he moved, his balls floped around. Jane was mesmorized.

She got Hulk to stand still in front of her. Following the stories actions, she took her left hand and palmed his balls. Hulk stopped, yelped, looked at Jane, and then he started to pant again. Jane was happy that the dog enjoyed this as much as her. She took her right hand and started to massage his balls. Hulk was panting happily away.

Soon she noticed, a red, slimy, tip of a cock poking out. She quickly turned her right hands attention on rubbing the sheathed member while still rubbing his balls.

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   I don’t believe any of these people, they are just sick perverts, and they’re full of shit. I don’t even see what the fascination is, it’s nasty to have a dog put his, you know, in you, or even to just lick you out, it’s repulsive.

I’m Lucy, I’m a Harvard grad of law, and I work in a very successful firm, one of the largest in L.A.. I’m 28, 5′3 and 104 lbs. Long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a good-looking girl I think, even without the shapely ass and 34 D breasts.

I’m very fit, I get my exercise when I take my greyhound Duke, out for runs, which is once, sometimes twice a day. He’s a gorgeous dog, very well kept and cared for, I love him.

I got Duke when I got my own place after college. There are plenty of loons out there and I wanted the intimidation aspect on my side, which is why I got a large, swift dog. I live alone with Duke in a house that’s kind of set back from the road, and there’s only one road.

I like the peace and quiet that you just can’t get in the city, and this house and land was very reasonably priced. It’s nothing much really, it’s homely. It’s about two acres of clear land and another three of dense woods.

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   Jen turned to her friend and said “Yeah Heather what did ya expect roses and cherry blossoms?” Dr. Blake just smiled and told the girls to get serious as they had plenty of work ahead of them and some of it might be a bit unpleasant. Dr. Blake led the girls over to one of the stalls that housed a stallion called Thunder. He was jet black in color with a coat as sleek and bright as polished onyx.

“Ok girls let’s get to it, this is Thunder and we need to collect both a blood and urine samples from him.” “I’m going to show you how to draw the blood but I want you to get one of the plastic cups to catch some of his urine in when he pees.” I have rubber gloves in the kit there so you can put those on.” Instructed Dr. Blake.

The girls both looked at each other with sheepish grins wondering who would be the one to hold the cup as Dr. Blake began drawing the blood sample. The two girls gloved up and knelt down beneath Thunder gazing in awe at his massive penis. Heather asked Dr. Blake how soon she thought it would be before the horse decided to pee so they could get the sample. Dr. Blake told the girls that it might help to use the cleansing rag in the bucket of water by the stall to wash the animals penis as it should stimulate him enough to capture the sample.

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    There was always a rush to get to the three showers in the women’s changing rooms, and it could sometimes be 6:30 before you got your turn. I wanted to be away on time tonight, so I had worked out a plan to beat the rush. I had put the food ready in the inside enclosure, and I had fifteen minutes till I had to let the baboons in. My last job of collecting the bowls would not get me messed up or smelly, so of I dashed to the showers. I hurriedly had a shower, got dried, put on my clean bra, I was searching in my bag for my knickers when I heard the feeding bell. I thought, “Blow it I’ll get my knickers when I come back”, grabbing the nearest clean overall coat, I put it on and ran back to the baboon house.

I dashed through the food preparation room into the area where the enclosure doors are operated from; the baboons were crowded around the door fighting each other to get in and they were all getting very agitated. I pressed the gate open button and started counting them in, they were coming in such a rush that counting was impossible, and even when inside they were chasing around wildly, so I just give up, assumed they must all be in, and closed the ape’s enclosure door.

I now opened my door from the feeding room to the enclosure, and went outside, closing the door and wedged it with a log. Now this door had a very complicated locking system to prevent the baboons from opening it from the outside enclosure. The problem was that it was that complicated, and so difficult to open that the permanent keeper that I had been working with, didn’t bother to use it. He had showed me how to wedge a wooden log from the outside wall to the door, as he said “you aren’t going to be out here if the baboons are in the enclosure, so why they bother with that stupid lock beat me”.

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   I met Jenny where she worked behind the counter in a coffee shop, one of those hip local poet hangouts that serve esspresso, and cappichino, and rag on the older generation. Young and still foolish she had a nose ring, and a pierced tongue, but what drew my attention was the thin short T-shirt she was wearing that let me oggle her tucked in waist with the ring in her belly button flap above her denim cut offs, and allowed her nipples to poke through atop thos swollen breasts showing that her right one had a ring pierced in it too. Now why a beautiful girl like that would think she needed any other help to get attention than the body, and face she had already was beyond my comprehension. Without all the jewelry she was perfect bait for the next Playboy Bunny of the Year centerfold. But the thing was, on her it all looked great, as did the butterfly tattoo on the outside of her left ankle, so I put it down as something the crowd she hung around talked her into. After all, with her natural honey blond hair, to have it streaked in bright lime, and red purple as if painted was a bit ludicrous even at 18 years old in her sophomore year of college.

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