making love

my weekend started with a full-body massage
he removed all my clothes
and laid me on the bed
his hands moving from my shoulder blades
dancing down my spine
moving to my arms, my wrists, my fingertips
the bloodflow reaching my legs, my thighs,
his expert fingers moving over and under
knots, hidden muscles, soft spots

i sighed
he leaned forward for a kiss
and never stopped

gentle fingers became rough
slow movements sped up
his fingers now tangled in my hair
my legs curled around his waist
suffocating him with my thighs
he looked down at me
and said, "i've never been more happy than i am right now."
and i agreed.

Kis Lee 2007

a conversation about shopping

"Let's go shopping this weekend."

"Okay. What did you want to buy?"

"I want to hit the adult store."

"Oh...what exactly did you have in mind?"

"Some lube. A toy maybe. I want to play with your ass. Try anal."

"Ah. I see."

"Is that okay? We've talked about it, but now I want to really try it."

"It's okay. I want to try, too."

"What else will we need to buy?"

"A big bottle of lube. A small plug. Maybe anal beads."

"You lead the way. I've never done this before."

"I'll need a toy for me...to keep me relaxed. You're too big. We need to gradually work towards your cock in my ass."

"Okay. So a finger first? Then a toy?"

"Something like that. A small plug for starters. Maybe one bigger after that."

"Then you'll be ready."

"We'll see. We'll experiment with this and that."

"Mmmm.... I can't wait."

"Let's make a list so I don't forget anything...."

the bloody truth

Here's a random fact about me: I don't like having sex when I'm on my period.

If you're a guy (or even a gal) who gets squeamish about this topic, escape while you still can. I don't mean to gross anyone out. I'm just thinking out loud.

If you're still with me, there's a reason I mention this. The other night my lover wanted to get frisky and I told him that I'm on my period. He pointed out that we can always use a towel. Yes, I suppose we could. I have had sex on my period before and I feel ambivalent about it.

Pro: it feels great. When Aunt Flo is around, my hormones are crazy and I really want sex. I've heard that sex helps with the cramps, and I think there's some truth in that.

Con: it's so goddamn messy. I know that most guys don't mind the mess. Fortunately my partner is a mature guy who won't say "ew" when he sees a drop of blood. He doesn't mind the clean up, but I feel like it ruins the mood. We both run to the bathroom to clean up. Then I have to make sure there aren't any wayward spots on the bed.

It's not the yuck factor that bothers me. It's the clean up. It's such a hassle that I don't like to bother.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm being a prude about it. Maybe I should just follow my lust and not worry about the cleaning factor. Sex is great no matter what. Should a little blood get in the way of pleasure?

Adult movie review

I recently landed a gig reviewing adult movies for XRentDVD.com. (Yes, I get paid to watch porn.)

My first review is now online: Girls Just Want to Have Fun

As the title suggests, it's an all-girls movie with plenty of action. Note: the review contains graphic content and screen captures.

Lust, Caution review

I finally had the chance to see Lust, Caution this weekend. Bravo, Mr. Ang Lee. I think it was the best film I've seen all year. I liked Brokeback Mountain, but this movie kicks its ass. Tony Leung and newcomer Tang Wei were phenomenal in their roles, and there was enough action and drama to keep me interested throughout the movie.

You can read the synopsis here, but basically it's a story about Shanghai in the early 1940s. Tony Leung is Yee, a collaborator with the Japanese government. Tang Wei is Wong Chia Chi, a young girl who becomes involved with a student-run resistance group. In a plot to kill Yee, Wong initiates an affair with Yee. The movie spans four years and shows Wong evolving from a young girl to a woman willing to use her sexuality for a deadly purpose. Gradually the relationship between Yee and Wong becomes so heated that she begins to lose control of her role.

The movie is almost three hours long, but it doesn't "feel" like three hours. I was so entranced by the drama and the performances that I was hooked from the beginning. When the ending came, I was almost surprised that it was over. I don't want to give anything away, but it's an intelligent movie. The ending wasn't predictable, and it made complete sense. It makes me sad that more people won't see this movie. It's in limited release, and it is NC-17.

Speaking of which, I'm so glad that Ang Lee didn't try to make this movie into R-rated. I loved the sizzling sex scenes in this film. You rarely see Asian couples in Hollywood, so it was refreshing to see two attractive Asians being very erotic and open with each other. There are a lot of movies with Asian females being sexual characters, but we hardly ever see Asian males as sexual. Tony Leung is sizzling hot, and the chemistry between Wei and Leung was something to behold. (When I saw Wei's pubic hair, I almost gasped. It's been so long since I've seen female pubic hair in a movie.) They don't hide much in their scenes, and you can tell that the heat between them is genuine.

There are three scenes that are pretty graphic. In a few moments, I was convinced that the two are actually having sex. Each scene is erotic and very well-shot. I like that the scenes have a progression that is tied into the story. In the first sex scene, it's all about raw sexuality that borders on brutality with Leung taking complete control of the sexually inexperienced Wei. In the second scene, the two have forged a connection that goes beyond sex. You can see it when they come together in a very intimate position. The third scene shows Leung being vulnerable for the first time. For a brief moment, Wei exerts her dominance and he lets her. It was hot and beautiful at the same time. I was turned on throughout these scenes. I took full advantage of this pent-up sexual energy after the movie.

The best scene in the movie was a tender moment between Wong and Yee. She expresses her feelings through a song, and he responds with a shedded tear. It sounds sappy, but it works so well. He carries so much emotion in his eyes. With a glance, he says more than any number of lines could. This was such a sexy movie, and I fell in love with both characters. You can tell Ang loves the look of the 40s: the coiffed curls, the dresses, the cherry red lips, the cigarette dangling from dainty fingers. Visually it's a great movie. If you don't have the chance to see this, get it when it comes out on DVD. It was that good.

It's about priorities...

the digital clock blares 2 a.m.
head throbbing from a late night
feet and legs still sore
he rubs my back
and i rub his

"are you tired?"
"are you?"

his hand on my thigh
my hand on his cock

"yeah, but..."
"still want to?"

you know your sex life is great
when no matter how tired you are
you still manage to fuck
even with eyes only half-open

Kis Lee 2007

Auto-erotic

*adult content*

This weekend I was hit with the double whammy. I was still fighting a cold, and I was on my period. As a result, I was fatigued and my sex drive was way down. Sometimes I don't mind having sex during my period, but this weekend I wasn't in the mood. It tells you how bad I was feeling, because I am almost always in the mood for loving.

My guy was very understanding. I said we could fool around for a bit, but I couldn't kiss him. I didn't want to get him sick, too. After a bit of caressing and touching, I asked him if he wanted a blowjob. He said he wanted to wait until I was feeling better. Then he asked me if I wanted to watch him jerk off. I've never seen him masturbate before, and of course I said yes.

He got comfortable on the bed, and I stretched out next to him. He took off his shorts, and he started to stroke himself. I noticed how he touched himself, how he was almost rough with his cock. When I touch him, I stroke him with slow motions. He jerked himself with quick movements. He wanted me to talk dirty into his ear, but I was too distracted by watching. Instead I nibbled on his earlobe as he worked his cock.

It was the first time I ever concentrated only on him. He wasn't touching me, and I wasn't touching myself. All my energies were on the way his hand touched his cock. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused as I watched him. I caressed his thigh a little, but I didn't do much else. I wanted him to be completely comfortable with his motions. It was like I was watching him at his most intimate moment.

His breathing changed, and his cock got rock-hard. I knew he was getting close, and I found myself holding my breath. His hand movements remained in that steady beat, and I watched hi shaft become even more swollen. He didn't tell me he was going to come, but I was prepared for the moment. His cock spasmed in his hand, and he caught his come in a tissue. A few drops lingered on his tip and I helped him clean up. He asked if I enjoyed it. It was such an erotic experience. I loved watching his face and how his expression changed when he was close.

I know I'm going to fantasize about that moment. As soon as I'm better, I want a repeat experience. This time I want us to watch each other.

My sex life is boring

well, let me take that back...my sex life is really fantastic at the moment. My guy is the most generous lover I've ever met, and we've been tearing up the sheets on a regular basis. I'm getting great, toe-curling, mattress-grabbing, knees-wobbling sex. I do believe I've hit my sexual peak...

What I mean to say is that my sex life is too boring for a sex blog. Technically this isn't a sex blog, and I'm not a sex blogger. Technically. I'm an erotica writer, and I use this blog to post my writings and give you a glimpse into the daily grind.

Sometimes I find myself comparing my blog to all the adult/erotic blogs out there. There are tons of sex bloggers out there, and it seems like they're all leading such interesting lives. I bounce from blog to blog and I see writings from swingers, escorts, former sex-workers, professional dommes, bi-sexuals, D/s couples, etc.

And here I am...a straight woman who is mostly vanilla with a splash of kink. In comparison my blog seems so blah. Ho-hum. A few erotic stories here and there, but my personal posts seem so bland.

Then I have to remind myself...hey, I'm not a sex blogger. I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not. I have to resist the temptation to spice up my personal posts. I've never been in a threesome and I probably never will. I've never worked as an escort, never went to a sex club, never had sex with more than one person at a time. If you met me, you wouldn't really think I was a smut writer.

This blog won't get as many posts as the popular adult blogs, but I'm okay with that. I think I'm okay with that. Don't get me wrong...I would like to be one of those bloggers who gets thousands of hits per day. But this isn't a sex blog. It's a blog by an erotica writer who enjoys sex. I'm going to try to balance the smutty posts with the non-smutty personal posts. As the kids say, I want to keep it real. This is me...sexual, a little shy, a little kinky, made up of many layers.

Never kissed a girl

This weekend I went to a huge music festival in downtown LA. Lots of great dj's in an ultra-crowded venue. Plenty of eye candy and plenty of oglers.

I was with my lover and a few friends. As we were standing around, a cute girl walked by us. She was probably in her 20s, pretty face, slim, revealing outfit...basically every straight guy's fantasy. She looked at me and smiled. The smile lingered and she slid her hand up my bare arm. She gave me an obvious come-hither look, and I gave her a polite smile in return. I stepped aside to let her walk by and the moment passed.

My guy and his male friend looked so utterly disappointed. I'm sure they thought she was going to kiss me. Actually I thought so, too. She seemed interested, but I didn't give her an opening. I saw a lot of strangers kissing other strangers that night. My guy said if I wanted to kiss another girl, it was okay with him. I said I was sorry to ruin his lesbian fantasy, but it wasn't going to happen.

He implied I was a prude, and I took a moment to tell him how I feel. I'm very comfortable with my sexuality, and I know myself. I've had moments of curiosity about women, but I've never been attracted to a woman. Not enough to initiate physical contact. If I'm not attracted to a woman, I'm not going to kiss one. It's a simple concept, and I don't feel it's a reflection of prudishness.

I don't have a problem with straight women who experiment with their sexuality. More power to them. I do have a problem with straight women who experiment only to fulfill a boyfriend's fantasy. They kiss another woman to titillate their male counterparts. That's not me. I'm not going to change my sexual identity to please my man. I'm willing to compromise on certain things, but that's not one of them. I'm not homophobic; I'm just attracted to men (despite their flaws).

I told him how I felt, but he understood. He said a part of him was glad that I didn't. Now he knows that I'm not going to make out with some random stranger (male or female). I may be the only female I know who has never kissed a girl. A few of my friends have shared drunken kisses in the past. That's not me, and I don't feel like I'm missing out.

the right answer

he lingered between my thighs
his fingertips barely touching my skin
i squirmed when his beard tickled me
in all the right places

he looked up to say:
i love your legs,
they're so creamy

i tell him i didn't know he was a leg man

he said he's not a leg man
nor a breast man
nor an ass man
he's just a man
who appreciates what looks good on a woman
in my case
he likes the entire package

i press his face between my legs
and reward him for the right answer

Kis Lee 2007

beauty mark

a purple dab
on the corner of my lower lip
grape-stained splash of color

he tilts my chin up
to get a better look

what happened here?

i touch my lip
a souvenir from last night
when he couldn't control himself
and tried to devour my mouth
lips smashing mine
nibbling with his teeth
sucking hard
until he left a bruise
a hicky on my lips

i blush at the memory
and once again pull his mouth
towards mine
perhaps he can leave
another beauty mark

Kis Lee 2007

Favorite Part #3

Thighs

obsessed with his thick
muscular thighs
so much power in his legs
as he thrusts up
and forward
long strokes
slowing down
deeper again
all that strength
in the muscles
of those thighs
i grab onto them
and pull him closer
inside

Kis Lee 2007

[yes, i am on a poetry kick lately. my brain is taking a break from short fiction.]

Vodka Confessions

drunken Saturday night
vodka goes in
inhibitions dissolve
the walls come crashing down

i just remember
straddling him
my breasts teasing his lips
as i lean down
and whisper:
i like being hurt
i'm a pain junkie
i want you to bruise me
i want you to hurt me
is that wrong?

"no, baby, it's not"

and i remember
his hands grabbing me
twisting me into every
position he likes

and i woke up
with thumbprints
on my shoulder blades
with pink scratches
on my thighs
and smiled

i love when he plays along

Kis Lee 2007

Favorite Part #1

The Ear

I love sucking on his ears
while we fuck.
I recently discovered how erotic
an earlobe can be.
When I'm grinding on top of him,
I lean down to whisper
dirty nothings in his ear.
My lips brush against his earlobe,
and I suck it between my lips.
Gently at first.
Biting down with my front teeth
until he's squirming.

Biting harder.
Pulling with my teeth.
Licking the edge of it
as I press my moans against him.
I know the vibrations of my mouth
echo throughout his body.
When it gets too much for him,
I move my mouth to the other side.

I love when he tongues
the edge of my ear.
His mouth moving up and down,
tongue flicking, swirling.
His groans sound so loud.
I call them yummy noises
like he's about to devour me.
I turn my head so he can
taste the other one.

Kis Lee 2007

About You

what is it about you?
what is it
that makes me want to fuck
you whenever i see you.
is it the way you brush my hair
out of the way
so you can nibble your way
down my neck
to my shoulders
pushing my bra straps
out of your path.

maybe it's the way
you grab me by the belt
taking it off within seconds
my pants already to my ankles
before i get the chance
to catch my breath.
bent over the bed
your hands steadying my hips
as you thrust hard.
i grab the mattress
and moan
into your soft sheets.

what is it about you
that makes me wet
whenever i see you.

Kis Lee 2007

Through Glass

I wanted to write a story about you
about the way I watch you
while you take a shower -
my favorite way to spend the morning.

Sitting cross-legged on the toilet,
I stare at you
through the frosted glass doors,
an open leer on my face
as I watch you soap your chest.
You smile at me as the suds
roll down your stomach
towards your cock
just the way my mouth would
if I was in the shower with you.

Your hands put on a show,
sliding through the dark curls
below your navel,
moving downwards to your shaft,
fingers circling your head
like the way my tongue
knows how to do.

I lean closer and study
your muscular thighs -
my second favorite part of you.
I put my hand on the glass,
wanting those beefy thighs
right in front of me
as I look up to grin at you.

Forgetting the story in my head,
I roll the door open
and take the soap from your hands
and start with your thighs.
I work my way up.

Kis Lee 2007

The Kis Lee Way of Making Amateur Porn

or, "How to make a shaky, blurry porn clip that you'd never show to anyone else"

1. Be intoxicated: don't drink enough to knock over the camera. Drink just enough so you lose your inhibitions.
   
2. Be semi-spontaneous: "Hey, look! The camera is right by the bed. How did that get there?" You don't have to get fancy with the tri-pod. Just have a camera handy and make sure you can get it pointing at you.
3. Low lighting works: too much light and you'll get self-conscious again. Candles or a dimmer switch work best.
   
4. Pick a position that makes you look good: you can figure it out for yourself. Missionary is always a safe bet for the ladies.
   
5. Wave at the camera: optional. But it's funny when you look at the clip later. "Hey, there!"
   
6. Don't forget to turn the sound on: a silent porn clip doesn't have the same punch. It's cool, but it's not the same.
   
7. Enjoy: when you're both sober, you can take a look and discuss your first porn clip. You can discuss what works, what doesn't work, and how to improve on next time.
   

There you go. It's the easy way to make your first porn clip. You don't have to follow my advice. Try it, experiment, and have a good time. If you don't like the result, you can always destroy the evidence together. If you like the result, it's another excuse to have more porn star sex.

more keyword analysis

A while back I wrote a story based on my statcounter info: keyword erotica.

I decided to take a look at my keyword info and I found this:

"i love it when my boyfriend fondles my bare boobs"

YES!! I do! How did you know?

Sorry if I got a little excited for a moment. Like every woman, I LOVE foreplay. To me, foreplay is much more than touching me to see if I'm wet. (Yes, some men think that counts as foreplay.) Foreplay is about kissing, stroking, caressing, and massaging. When done properly, foreplay can be as enjoyabe as fucking.

My very favorite part of foreplay is when a man plays with my breasts. I have really sensitive breasts and nipples. I love any kind of contact with them. I love when my nipples are sucked and teased. I love when a man pushes my breasts together and kisses them all over. I love when my nipples are pinched. I love when a man nibbles around the nipple area. I love when a man sucks one nipple while massaging the other. Double action is always fun.

I especially love "boob guys." Some men like legs, some likes butts. I'm fond of a man who pays attention to my "girls." It's one of my favorite activities ever.

To the person who found my blog through that phrase: I hope that you were able to find a guy who appreciates your breasts. If you're a guy, then I'm happy that there are guys like you out there. Breasts are sensitive areas. Don't ignore them. Worship them and she'll return the favor. Trust me on that one.

5:30 AM

After a late night, I took a quick shower and plopped into bed. I must have knocked out for a few minutes, because I didn't hear him take a shower.

He crawled under the covers. I smiled as I sniffed his just-out-of-the-shower scent. I tangled my legs around his. "You're warm."

He mumbled as he kissed my neck.

Exhausted from our clubbing adventure, a part of me just wanted to go to sleep. Yet, I felt my body responding to his lips and warm hands. I peeked towards the curtains. It was still dark, but I could tell that dawn would soon approach.

As I grabbed his cock, he helped me out of my pajama bottoms. Tired or not, I wanted to come just as much as he did. We could sleep afterwards.

I told him that a quickie was enough, but he wanted to make it last. He's all about pleasing me. I'm a lucky girl.

We're lucky that we have similar sex drives. Very lucky. Dawn sex is just as good as morning sex, nooner, afternoon sex, and evening sex.

talk to me

A while back I mentioned that I'm not too comfortable with talking dirty in the bedroom. I loooove hearing it, but sometimes I get tongue-tied. The words don't sound right coming out of my mouth. Well, in recent weeks, I've been making more of an effort. It helps that my partner thinks I have a sexy voice.

I've always thought my voice was okay. It's not too high and not too deep. I've always wanted a sexy/husky voice aka the lounge singer voice. I don't smoke and drink enough to achieve that effect. But I digress...

So I've been testing the waters and trying out different phrases. I've discovered that it doesn't matter *what* I say. It's more about *how* I say it. When I'm turned on and wanting more, I can just say: That feels good or I like that. Simple phrases like that will get me going. The other night I yelled out "fuck me" over and over again, and it drove him crazy.

For now, it's just the small steps. I'm learning how to enjoy this. Dirty talk isn't so intimidating after all.

Inspired

I've been writing more erotica lately. Usually I try to balance my work between erotica and non-erotic/genre writing. For the last few weeks, the dirty words have been flowing and I'm in the groove. A part of the reason is because of this guy I'm dating. I don't mean to brag, but the sex is phenomenal. As a result, I feel more inspired to write about sex.

I feel like I have to be careful when incorporating my sex life into my stories. As I told my partner, I don't write about specific acts and details. I'm really careful about protecting other people's privacy. I assured him that he's not identifiable in any of my stories. However, I do take random bits and pieces of conversations and activities. I'm not trying to milk my sex life for story material. It's just that the sex is so good that I take short excerpts here and there.

Some of my stories contain "factional" moments. In fact, some of my blog entries tow the line between fact and fiction. I'm not one to kiss and tell, but I'm going to let my real life inspire my writing. Early on he gave me permission to incorporate "our" life in my stories. I'm not going to turn down that opportunity. The sex is definitely worth writing about, but I won't do a play-by-play on my blogs. A girl needs some privacy, ya know.

I'm having great sex, and I'm more productive than ever. Sometimes I re-invent certain moments and I get turned on all over again. Life is very, very good for this smut writer.

quick learner

Eyes not-quite-open and wild-haired, I was giving him a half-awake blowjob. It was too early in the morning to get really into it. I slid him in and out of my mouth, pausing once in a while to lick his tip until I heard that familiar groan in the back of his throat.

He ran his fingers through my short hair. "Go get the condoms, baby."

Usually that's his job, but I indulged him. While getting them out of the bathroom cabinet, I caught a glimpse of myself. I looked like a crazy woman with glazed, lust-filled eyes and punk rock hair.

I tossed the condoms next to him and went back to sucking him.

He stopped me and asked, "You ever put on a condom with your mouth before?"

"Not sure what you mean." I had an idea but I wanted to make sure we were talking about the same thing.

"You know...roll the condom on with your lips."

I shook my head. I'd never tried that before.

He grinned. "I think you're going to have to learn how to do that. Right now."

I gave him the condom so he could unwrap it and unroll the tip. I'm always confused by which way the condom reservoir should be. He covered his head and said, "Now roll the rest down."

I wrapped my lips around his head. Pushed down with my lips in one smooth motion until half of him was covered. I ignored the strange taste in my mouth and pushed hard. He groaned and raised his hips.

"Like a fucking pro," he whispered. "You did that like you knew how."

I smiled and used my hand to put the condom in place. Then I straddled him and gave him a smirk. I may not be an expert at some things, but I'm a quick learner.

When I'm on top

While browsing the Sex-kitten Feed, I saw a post titled "5 ways to get her on top." The article suggests tips for getting your woman to be comfortable while she is in the woman-on-top position. Rose is right to say that some women feel self-conscious or shy while in that position.

I used to be one of those women. When I was younger, I was really self-conscious of my body. I still have some esteem issues, but back then I was more insecure. I used to wonder if the view was okay...if he enjoyed watching my body...if my boobs were flopping too much...if my stomach was flat enough. I couldn't come from that position because of all these thoughts running through my mind.

Gradually I learned one important fact: being on top feels GREAT! I can control the speed and the tempo. I'm in charge of how quickly (or slowly) I can get off. I can watch his face as I vary the strokes. I love watching a man's eyes roll in the back of his head. I also learned that guys love the view of a woman on top. I don't have to have a perfect body. He doesn't give a damn about a few pounds either way. Sometimes the guy will study my body; sometimes he will close his eyes to enjoy the sensations. I just let go of all the inhibitions and ride with abandon.

Why should I be self-conscious of my body when we're both enjoying ourselves so much? Over time I learned how to let go of the body image issues when I'm riding my man. It feels too good to worry about insignificant stuff.

My current partner loves when I'm on top. He doesn't have to coax or convince me to ride him. When he's ready for me, I just climb right on. It's a turn on for both of us. I enjoy other positions but being on top is my favorite way to start off. I love leaning forward so I can kiss him while fucking him. I love leaning back so I can feel him at a different angle. I love using my legs to bounce on him until he's writhing on the pillows. The possibilities are endless with this particular position. After I come once, then we can switch to a different position. ;)

short goodbye

He kisses me on the forehead. "I guess this is goodbye for a while."

I tickle his earlobe with my lips. "Goodbye? You're coming back, right?"

"Smart ass."

"I'm going to miss you while you're gone. It's going to be a long week."

"I'm going to miss you, too, honey."

I slide my lips down his body. "Let me give you something to remember me by. Like you said, it'll be a long week."

I take his hardness into my mouth. Take him all the way in, wrapping my lips around the base of his shaft. He grabs me by the hair. Hard. Pulls me upward and flips me on my back.

"I want you to remember me," he whispers. His face disappears between my thighs. For a long while, I can't think of anything but his mouth and tongue on me. I wrap him tight between my thighs, my hands tangled in his hair.

I stare at the ceiling and try to steady my breathing. His mouth moves up until his teeth graze my neck. "You think that'll hold you over for a week?"

"We'll see." I grab his cock and guide him inside me.

snapshot

Morning calm. I can tell his eyes are half-open even though I can't see him. He puts my hand on his hardening cock.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

I'm always speechless around him. I don't know why. I've never been the shy girl, never the coy one. Really I don't know what to say.

He wraps my hand around his shaft. "Tell me what you want. You want this?"

My whispered "yes" sounds breathy. It barely leaves my lips.

He's not satisfied with that. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you." My voice sound teeny tiny.

"Tell me how."

I take a deep breath and let it all out. "I want you inside me." My face burns from the admission. We both know it, but voicing my desires is something different.

He takes my hand off him. Rolls on top of me. "I'll give you what you want."

Indeed.

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