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What’s been going on in Oh Town?

Been a while since I’ve written a blog so I thought I’d just write a lil suttin’ about what’s been going on with me and my writing.
I’ve been slacking on my blogging macking so let’s change that.

Heeeeey y’all… how ya doing?

I’ve been off in the laboratory writing.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had that feeling of wanting to write (supreme writers block) and I just couldn’t shake it off.
But then Legacy Publishing came a knocking and its as if it all came back.
Then came The Train

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A free short story available to download to your kindle and nook on Amazon. Just a lil suttin suttin to keep you interested in me and my work.
This story dropped around Christmas and was closely followed by…

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Another short story giving you more of that Ohfluence, keeping the erotic mind play party going.

And now… I got another short story coming real real soon and it’s called…
7 Floors…

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A collection of short stories that will be available March 22nd 2013…

These stories were born on this same here blog but I’ve given them remixes to fill the space between now and the next extravaganza that’s coming.

And what extravaganza is this I hear you ask?
Well…

Since joining Legacy Publishing, I’ve been working on a brand new rerelease of the entire Little Black Book series.
That’s right… we’re starting all over again.

If you’re wondering why…
Business wise, it makes perfect sense… but as a writer, that means I can go back and change things I missed first time round and it also means I get to see what worked and what didn’t and change some thangs.
More importantly, I get to add some thangs.
Like more stories.
Like stories that people have been asking for.
Like more stories about some of reader’s favourite characters.
Oh, fuck it, you know I’m talking about one character only.
My gurl Tatiana Blue.

The first new Little Black Book is coming sooner than you think and is gonna be bigger and better than the original. 
Trust me, for what I’m writing, and the way it’s come out,  you’re gonna FREAKING love it.

It’s a slow burn trying to get to where I wanna be, which is writing full time all day every day and we don’t play but I’ve got stories up the ying yang so there’s gonna be a lot more of me.
And with some key potential movements going on behind the scenes, things are moving on.

But as I said at the start of this post, I’m back on my blogging ish… so if there’s anything sexy subject you think I could give some Ohfluence, lemme know…
I’ll get in there like swimwear…

Peace and hair grease
Mr Oh

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Little things that make BIG explosions

Little things… (thanks @SimoneKarmaRae)

The things that make you smile to yourself when no-one else is around.
They take place every day.
Right in front of you.

Driving down a long road and every light happens to be green, working in the office and you roll up a paper ball and shoot from the three-point line and SWISH, finding money in your clothes that you didn’t know was there, etc.

In the bedroom, the LITTLE things can cause big explosions and inspire a normal person to become an animal in the blink of an eye.

Different people have different triggers but we all have something we like to see or do or feel that makes us go from cool, calm, collected lovers to damn beasts.

When I say little things, I mean minute things like watching a woman take a top off.

Oh sweet mercy and Red Sea, watching a woman take over a top in preparation for some loving is such a sexy thang. Especially if she’s taken her jeans/trousers/skirt off first.

Standing there… looking all leggy and righteous. Then she reaches for her top, crosses her arms and up and over it comes.

The way she takes it off isn’t where the sexy is found, it’s in the reveal of her skin. As a man, you know that if the top has come off, you’re doing okay, but to be presented with her skin so close to you, makes you wanna get the party started. Damn near ravish the woman.

At the right time, a little thing can not only add an extra spark of electricity to the union, it can make a person come, it can put a person to SLEEP and can make a woman have a multiple orgasm.

The scale of little things that people like is so varied that this post could go on and on and on… but each ‘thing’ is understandable and can be appreciated by anyone. Even if it is a bit on the weird, freaky, WTF side.

A dude who likes his ass played with could be looked at with ridicule and shouts of ‘homo’ by closed minded folk, but those men who have indulged before can understand at least. And those that aren’t down at least know that there is SOME sort of pleasure to be gained from it.

They just ain’t ready to open up, pardon the pun.

A woman who likes a man to run his fingers in between her toes may not get a hi-five from those who are afraid of toes but you can at least appreciate that foot play DOES have some turn-on capabilities.

Obviously, those are two examples of extremes of little things but they vary from person-to-person.

Funny thing about little things is that the best time they happen is when the person doing them doesn’t realise that they are doing it.

Watching her bend over to get something out of a cupboard and the top of her panties peek out. Not a whole string, just the top.

A little frill from the top of a pair of purple French knickers.

Running her hands through her hair, clearing her face and sighing heavily while closing her eyes. She looks like she’s drifting away for a moment.

Am I the only one who wants to get into her space, steal her breath and be inches away from her when she opens her eyes?

Little things that happen outside the bedroom live in your memory when you get into the bedroom.

You remember last week when you watched her spray perfume on her neck as you now lick behind her ear and she hums like an old negro spiritual.

She’s riding you so hard, it’s like she’s trying to erase you from existence and all you can think about is when you watched her randomly putting her panties on, sliding them over her calves, sliding them up her thighs and POPPING over the caboose…

 

CHOO CHOO!!!

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo…. I’ve got a good one.

Watching her eat or drink something.

Oh yeah… I’m gonna go into this one…

Make it clear how a small turn on becomes a large, humongous, back-cracking burden.

Your sitting in front of him.

Your out or at home, your choice.

Let’s say your out.

There is food or drink in front of you.

Let’s make it some alcohol.

Something you’ve never tried before but always wanted to.

You pick up the glass, you look at it, analyse the colour, get close so you can smell its essence.

ALREADY, he’s watching you.

The way you hold the glass, how your eyes wonder at the mystery in front of you, the sweet sin across your face as you like what your nose inhales.

He’s picturing how you’ll hold his dick, how you’ll look at it and analyse it before you suck it, the way you smile just before you give him your ‘tried-and-tested’, make-em-buss-quick-not-to-be-messed-with head game.

And you haven’t even sipped it yet.

The first sip is the first lick.

The savour of the flavour is the moment she looks up with eyes that say, “I’m taking this dick to school,” just before deep-throating.

The swallow, followed by the appreciation of each and every ingredient, is the moment after the first lick and suck. And she looks at him like, “If you can’t handle that, then THIS is gonna kill ya!”

  • A woman’s walk
  • Being on a train or bus and she’s holding a rail and her shape defines right in front of you
  • Adjusting her bra strap
  • Brushing fluff from her thighs
  • Turning to face you with a look of, “What did you say?”
  • Biting her lips
  • Washing plates and dancing to herself
  • Licking her lips
  • Listening to her SLOW JAM and watching her gentle she becomes with herself
  • Breathing in general
  • Doing ANYTHING in oversized tracksuit bottoms, a t-shirt or vest and a headtie

 

Like I said before, little things are everywhere for everyone. They take any shape, happen at any time and arouse and entertain in the moan of an orgasm.

We enjoy them in the office, on the way to work, at the club, in the supermarket, while at church and everywhere else.

Little pleasures that start trains of thought in your head that get saved in your mental roladex for those stolen moments when you say to yourself, “Remember when she was tired the other day and stretched and her booty-to-back ratio popped out? That was nice.”

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When the rain falls

‘Sunnnnnnnny days… everybody loves them, tell me can you stand the rain?’

Can you?

Have you even tasted the rain before?

Would you taste the rain if it fell on you?

Would ya?
Could ya?
Should ya?

Deep in the depths of every woman lies a dormant little place where men and women seek but don’t always find.
A place where a smile is not always guaranteed and maybe the feeling of pee is making you, as a woman, slightly uncomfortable.
Today’s woman can find and get close to this place but may stop before she opens the door.

She stops because internally, it actually hurts.
Some may wonder what happens when you keep going past that point of pain and pee and make it rain.

The rain may be a drizzle or a storm… who knows but it will rain…

The question of the matter is what will you do as a man or woman when you feel or are face-to-face with a pussy during its squirtation?

I mean, let’s say she’s on her back, legs bent next to your head, back arched, sucking air thru her teeth, holding the back of their head…
Her hips are rolling, her nipples are reaching for the sky and she’s told you that she wants to come.
And she does.

But she doesn’t just have an orgasm that coats the walls of her inner thighs and sits between the hairs on your chin.
Oh no no no…

This orgasm comes at you like a Mike Tyson hook punch (back when he was hungry).
God help you if your still eating when it rains.
You’ll cough, you’ll splutter, you may even choke just a little…

But if your not planning to be looking at the rain and, instead, it hits you while your dick is rubbing against her good spot, you still have to wonder…

What the HELL is this liquid that is spraying out of her pussy like a burst water main?
Is it come, is it pee, what the HELL is it?

And where does it come from?

If you are one of the lucky men in the world who get to witness a woman squirt from her pussy, there is ALWAYS some point where you think to yourself, what is it?

Is it really pussy juice that manages to squirt into the air like an old school water fountain?
Or is it just urine?
Are you getting peed on?

And therein lies the issue men have or worry about when it comes to squirting… is it her orgasm or urine?
Cuz if we’re real, we know men don’t KNOW the ins and outs of the female anatomy too too well so they’re not sure where the spray comes from.
But they still worry about it.

Joke is, the more he worries about it, the softer his dick will get.

When a woman is reaching that plateau of pleasure, she feels hot and bothered, pleased and pleasured and she feels like she’s about to do a number one in between the sheets…
Not so Flo Jo… it ain’t so…

Because if you go past that feeling, what you’ll find is a small or maybe even a large spray of liquid.

Just for the record, its not pee, contrary to what you may have heard, seen, believe or tasted (or maybe you got bumped and she peed on ya just a little).

But when it happens, what do you do?
Are you scared of it or do you go to and put your fingers and face right into it?

The sheets are soaked, its going thru to the matress and she is still spraying.

Cha, I say you throw yaself into that liquid face first and two finger ready.
It’s coming from the same place her normal orgasm comes from, just at a faster, more powerful rate (don’t quote me on that).
Don’t be scurred of it, its not pee…

It’s the result of a good days work… sheeeeet (Clay Davis voice) that means you have the right to take the nut to the face, to the eye, to the cheek or to any other place she aimed it.

YOU caused it dag nammit so SIP from the cup… if you don’t wanna do that, keep on playing with her while she’s squirting.

God knows if you’ll ever get her back into such a situation, you may have got her to do it on a random ting… so while she’s there, keep the party going.

Keeping her coming…

Some women can squirt, some can’t, some don’t even want to and others are DYING to do it but, for men, squirters are not to be feared.

They just project what they want…

How ready are you to receive it?

If a woman asked to squirt in your face, could ya take it?

If a woman asked you to make her squirt, do you think you could do it?

Did you even know that women could squirt?

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Power of the Feline

Your a woman!

You know yourself… at least I hope you do…

Because you my dear are the most powerful woman on the planet.
As a mother, sister, daughter, cousin and a WOMAN, you are built to stand the test of time…

And you give birth too…

There’s not a salute big enough…

But there’s something that women HAVE that, to men, make them leaders.
And men want it.
Something that mpake them our mistresses of indecision.
Our hostess at dinner time between the sheets.
Something that makes men slaves to the alter of THE WOMAN.

Shhhh, down kitty…

Yessur…

I’m talking about the Power of the Feline. Or pussy… or vagina if you wanna be proper. Narni if your old school, vajayjay if your LIKE THAT, phat monkey, blue magic, endo, gushy stuff, sugar walls, camel meat, downtown, lower smile and the many different variations we use.

As a man, I can easily admit that in my youthful experimentation days, I got caught in the Power.
More like grabbed round the throat and choked to within an inch of my life.
That sweet thang had me spending money I didn’t have, making promises I couldn’t keep and doing things I was strictly against.
But the Power was too strong and the owner of the Power knew how to use it.

Though they may not admit it, men are reading this thinking they fully have control of the Power in their lives.
Sure, they’ll beat it up and dagger it down but, do they REALLY have it under control?
Think about it guys…

You may know how to make the pussy vibrate with your Mario pipe but, at that moment of dripping wallpaper and succulent rhythm, you can’t imagine being anywhere else.
That is the Power on yo ass…

But the worst thing about the Power… and this is one of those unspoken things that you notice but never talk about…
The fact that a woman’s Power grabs you from the moment you look at her.
She might not be giving it to you but, as a man, you’ve pictured her legs on your shoulders and her sex faces humming to your song.

It’s like you can smell it…

The Power can make a man do damn near anything.
It’s sheer force will make a man go into his pocket for some ching ching… and men LIKE their ching ching…
But the Power tells him to do it…

He can TASTE it in the back of his throat and its fucking up his head.
Now SOME men are hip to the game that the Power brings but they still have their moments of weakness…

Hold on… wait…

See, the Power’s at work in my mind…

You haven’t even hit it yet…

The Power is so damn strong that you are behaving like an idiot for her and questioning things in your own life and you are yet to hit the skins…

Where’s the control now?

Behind every strong man is a strong woman but the Power of the Feline is running his mind.
He can describe to you blow-by-blow the last time he suffered as a result of the Power’s… power, lol.
Maybe he came to pick you up and waited the extra 20 minutes you took to get ready, complaint free…
Or he did something that surprised you in a good way…

It’s the Power at work…

Sweet to the taste and slick as grease on the fingers…

The Power is the IDEA of pussy… the thought of being inside it, the memory of the time she creamed on your dick in thick globs and sucked it off, any opportunity just to be in its presence.

It can start wars, make a clever man dumb and destroy lives in the wrong hands.

Some women use it for good, some women use it for evil (cough Katicus Stackicus cough), some don’t use it at all and some don’t even know they have it.

But really, women don’t have to put effort into using it.
The Power of the Feline is a strong subliminal thing that is right before your eyes but your still blind to it.

In our highly sexualised society, women are pushing their Power in ways like never before.
It’s in music, on our TVs, in newspapers and magazines and in our homes.

These may possibly be the rantings of a highly sexual writer whose had his ass whupped by the Power many times, OR, there are one or two vajayjays out there inflating in the lip area at the thought of the Power emanating into the ether.
Not to be confused with general bad hygiene.

Do you see the Power of the Feline?
If your a woman, do you feel it?
Do you use it?
If your a man, have you HONESTLY ever been assaulted by it?
Can you harness it?

Do you REALLY understand how deep it goes?
No pun intended.

Writing Little Black Book 2, the Power of the Feline is sprinkled ALL over the pages… just wait and see…

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What time is it?

It’s an exciting time.

RIGHT NOW.

As your reading this, I’ve documented 6 different ideas about how to expose myself in the best way.
Nasty as I can be, I’m not actually planning to whip out my meat in order to sell a book or two.
That actually depends on how desperate for sales I get.

But this time…

This right now…

I can feel a nervousness creeping thru me.
It’s similar to the feeling people get just before they go on stage to perform.
It makes my heart beat harder than normal and I suddenly feel like I’m on stage with all eyes on me.

That means that its time for a new book to come out.

Little Black Book 2 is on the way, I’m just adding the finishing touches… but I know that, SOON, people are going to have it in their hands.

As in read it for themselves.
And that thought scares the bejesus out of me.

Why?

‘Keep in mind that I’m an artist… and I’m sensitive about my shit.’ (Erykah Badu)

What I’m giving you, and what the other writers are giving you is the thing inside us that comes from a private place. And to deliver that for others to read is a scary prospect.

Will people like it?
Will they understand what I was going for?
Will they be able to picture it?
Am I any good at this writing shit?

That’s pretty much how my train of thought goes.
Every time.

In my heart and my soul, I know I can write but the doubt always creep in… which sucks.
But then I read something I’ve written and remind myself of what I do.

I felt a fair bit of that with this book because I’m thinking of the dreaded sequel curse.
We all know it. Second version of one idea doesn’t always work.
That thought makes me more nervous than when the first Little Black Book came out.

The one thing I can say is that I’ve made it COMPLETELY different from the first.
Not just in the number of stories but the flavour of the stories and where they go and how they get there.
Each individual story is like an adventure into someone else’s sex life.
I’ve kept, and asked, for all stories to be based in London again, but the sex, for me, is… different.
There’s something that… breathes when I read em…
Makes no sense I know but when you get Little Black Book 2, you’ll know.

And now I’m nervous again.

I love writing. I like people to read and hate it or love it. But I get nervous for people to ACTUALLY read it.
I’m a creative type. I’m weird like that.

I write because I have the stories in my head like films and the pictures I see will really entertain. I just need to get em out.

I can guarantee you this though: Little Black Book 2 is gonna make people SEE me…

Even though you can’t ACTUALLY see me, lool…..

Smile…

And get ya mind ready for masturbation…

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Little Black Book 2… ins, outs & Ohgasms

I’ve spent a fair bit of time getting into the swing of this blog thing with my random sex thoughts and my general Oh way of thinking…

But…

It’s time to get down to the REAL freak in me and what I do…

If you didn’t know already, and thought I was just a freak with a blog, allow me to reintroduce myself.

My name is Oh…
Mr to the O H
I’ll warm ya body right up with a hot page.
How I write makes a woman have cum waves
Making Repetitive Ohgasms Hourly is me Oh

I’m the author of a trilogy of short stories called Little Black Book.
Some say its:

‘just a sex book’

Damn right it is.
What’s wrong with relating to the sexual side of people?

The first Little Black Book came out in February 2010 and, in keeping with my ‘new Little Black Book’ every year, it’s about that time for the next installment in the series.

It’s called Little Black Book 2.

13 brand new stories and poems inspired and written around sex in London.

1.  The Meeting
2. Do Me Right
3. Honouree’s Reward by Sista Love
4. Passion Play by Pashun Nate & Pass Ion
5. Foot Soles & PantyHoes
6.  Marcus & The Truth
7. Now We’ve Met…
8. Ladies Nite by Eboney Love, Mamacita & Ebonnie Karr
9. Office Tales
10. Escaping Temptation featuring Sista Love
11. Miles & Melissa
12. Phone Cradle
13. The Chair

20 characters who go through their own individual Ohgasms.

Royston, Melissa, Leon, Nicole, Dante, Nadia, Simon, Charlotte, Stefan, Nia, Russell Reed, Cassandra, Miles, Naomi, Marcus, Tatiana Blue, Osvaldo, Lindsey, Koko and Tina….

50 different ways to cum…

Each story is a sexual escapade exploring sex through the art of storytelling. In order to keep it as real as possible, each story features a wealth of interesting ways to have your own orgasm.

6 brand new writers called The Blackrotica Collective…

A collection of brand new we erotic writers on the scene who have come together to write under the name of The Blackrotica Collective.
They are:
Sista Love
Ebonnie Karr
Pass Ion
Mamacita
Pashun Nate

And all the sex and storytelling your body and mind can handle…

Each story in Little Black Book 2 is different from anything in the first book.
Each story appeals to someone out there who likes it a little different.
Each story is designed to make you feel… something…
Each story is… sexy

Little Black Book 2 is coming next March. The plan was to release it in February, but due to unforeseen circumstances (money obviously), I’ve had to put it back.

But that just gives me more time to let MORE people know about Little Black Book 2 and the things it can do to you.

Yep, that’s right, DO to you…

If the first Little Black Book inspired your body to react accordingly, THIS one will do more of the same and then some.
I can’t tell you how excited I am about Little Black Book 2…
Not only has the freaky been turned up, my own personal writing has improved and I’ve written my very first ‘1st person perspective’ story, which is something I’ve always struggled with as a writer.
Couldn’t tell you why but it was something I could never get my head around.
With some help from a pair of Twitter followers (@chocolateynia & @LadyTT_Bitchie) it just came to me and the result is ‘Foot Soles & PantyHoes’

So you have to let me know how you think I’ve done.

I’m particularly nervous about how that story will be received. Tatiana Blue is one of the more colourful characters I’ve ever created.

So, that’s all there is to know…

If your still not sure about what I’m talking about then how about a taster?

Email me at:
misterohyes@googlemail.com and I’ll send you a snippet of Little Black Book 2.

Keep ya eyes on my Facebook and Twitter for exclusive snippets… at any time…

Or maybe just a random story if the mood takes me…

Either way, have a seat and keep your eyes right here because I’ve got a real good feeling that Little Black Book 2 is going to be something special to remember.

Peace and hair grease…

Mr Oh

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Bang Bang Buss-ted…

Let me paint a picture…

It’s sexy time with you and your partner,lover, linkage, jump off, etc. And there you are puttting your best ‘back into it’ effort, thinking to yourself, “I’m gonna knock this one out and make her buss.”
And before you know it, things are on the way to ending. And unless you know the secret ass flex move to stop the orgasm, you’ll start the skeet skeet skank and your snapping the condom off… or looking for the flannel/towel/tissue for clean up.

HOW did that happen? Thought you had it under control didn’t ya? You were stroking steady, then your knees got weak and now you’re fucked?

Now she’s lying there. She can see the confusion on your face and can feel you not being as active with your flow as you were.
Then she looks at you. Like to say, ‘OH, did you… just… oh…’

Bredrin, if you’ve ever been mid-stroke and you start to come, you know when she figures it out. She might look at you with that pity face that says, ‘awwwww, can’t handle the pussy huh?’

But what’s your next move after that?
Do you apologise and put it down to fatigue?
Or do you apologise and find another way to keep the party going until round two wakes up?

A general complaint from women is that men will usually get that nut then get that sleep or get gone.
And that’s true.
At least for those who don’t mind eating some pussy.
For those who don’t nyam, you may find after you’ve come that there’s not much to do.

Not true…

There’s tons to do dude, its just fighting past that lazy, sleepy feeling that is starting to creep up on you.

Not sure if women truly understand the science behind a man’s orgasm and that damn  special fork in the road to pleasure that, once you’ve past it, you can’t stop… getting there.
But regardless of whether her pussy or mouth put you in this shrivelled position, its up to you to bring it back so she knows that wasn’t a fluke ting.

Look at it like this: if she made you come like that, go repay the favour.

How DARE she do what she did to make you come before you planned to?

Has she lost her FUCKING mind to add that moisture to your dick to make you come the way you did?

Are you just gonna have that?

She made you come without hardly any effort and your happy for her to get away with this?

Well, fuck that for a fondle,  fumble and finger…

That type of thing does not go unnoticed.
(In fact, those things get special space in the old memory banks.)
If you’re in this position right now or are having sex with someone who KNOWS how to make you come quickly, you need to reverse it…

“Don’t be pussy whipped. You gotta reverse it. Whip that pussy. BANG BANG BANG BANG…”

I’m telling you, the moment you start getting sonned by pussy, soon, there will be other pussys that’ll be treating you like the same kinda bitch…
Cuz women TALK…

So… like Rev Run says, whatyougunnado?

Man up and handle that!
Number one, she’ll appreciate  the force of your decisive movement towards her… and two, she may not see it coming. So be original… get in there…
There are nipples, a neck, torso, legs, shoulders that also need attention.

But that’s what she wants.
She wants you to go and get her.
Punish her with pleasure for making you feel so good.
Lick her, tickle her, restrain her, kiss her somewhere, massage her, hard wine her, tick tock from the back, smile from between her thighs, make her hold her ankles and feed you… 

If your nowhere near a Round 2, then you need to make sure you know which fingers reach her warm spots… and if you eat the poontang, then its even better.
Set up camp and pitch your tongue tent into the ground.
(I know I talk about head a lot but, what can I say, I’m a possible addict.)

Whether you eat or don’t eat, it doesn’t matter.
Some women will disagree but, if you have game between the sheets, she won’t notice that you haven’t eaten her out because she hasn’t stopped coming.

Start the foreplay again… that’s if you dropped some foreplay in the first place. Oh PLEASE say your dropping foreplay game… otherwise what do you have genetilia for?

(Obviously I know foreplay isn’t what groin were made for only but, they help.)

Mens…

Don’t be scared to buss a quick one. There is nothing wrong with getting a quick one out the way.
You could wank one out beforehand but that would totally defeat the purpose of the sex.
An orgasm can be a nice way to break up the rhythm of what your doing and that could do wonders for her orgasm.

And, just FYI, round two is always better than round one. It’s better, stronger, longer, faster and will give you, ladies, what you were searching for in round one.

But… not all men have two rounds and may put their life and soul into the first.

So fuck fast, fuck slow, fuck like you know, but most importantly, all parties involved must arrive at the city of Emerald, lol.

Mr Oh

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