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It's the Story that Counts

If you have a moment please drop by Gordon's tumblr page and read through his story. As he says, it is the story that counts and not the pictures and I agree.


Imagine being away, at sea, and helpless to physically intervene as a series of images of someone you love come to you, one picture a day for a month, as the story unfold before you. Each glimpse of her a reminder of her beauty and poise but with a twist.


Sensual torture?


"Surrounded by silence, my senses were enhanced by the blindfold that I was wearing. I could hear nothing but the electronic noise of the clicks of his camera. He was probably standing in front of me, to have a better view of me, bra-less and panty-less. So, instinctively, I slowly opened my legs apart, feelig that that was my duty, and showing him … showing him what you can see here."

It would be for me.


Kimono Love


Kay waited in her living room for Jim to arrive. She was filled with anticipation for this evening since they had arranged it 3 days ago. Time and again she had played in her mind the events of this special evening she had planned for her lover. Kay stood and walked up the stairs to her room and surveyed herself in the full length mirror and smiled impishly at what she was wearing and hoped that Jim would find it desirable. Slowly she descended the stairs and went into her kitchen and opened the bottle of wine, poured herself a glass and carried it and a spare glass to her living room and set both on a table and sat back down. She crossed her legs and let her free hand slide sensuously over her legs and she smiled at her anticipation and excitement.

She heard Jim’s van arrive, the soft thud of the door and then her backdoor open. She had instructed Jim to enter her home and go to the living room. He entered and she saw him with one hand behind his back and she smiled warmly at him and his gesture yet to reveal but implied by the position of his arm. Kay rose and stood in front of him with her legs provocatively apart.

Jim stopped dead and his tracks and she saw him mouth, “Oh my God” as she strode up to him and kissed him deeply. Jim responded with his free arm but Kay gave him a firm “tut, tut” and pulled his arm hiding the gift she knew was for her past his body to reveal a bouquet of flowers. She kissed him her thanks and walked past him with the flowers to her kitchen and put them in a vase and returned with it and a chair from her kitchen table. She set the vase on her coffee table and placed the chair in the centre of the room and dimmed the lights, lit some candles and turned on her music. Slowly Kay came over to Jim and using her hands firmly directed him to sit in the chair and stood back knowing that the light held her body in silhouette and let him look at her in profile. Kay turned slowly allowing the contours of her body to be etched in his mind and then she began.

Slowly to the beat of the jazz music she had selected she began to dance allowing her body to come close to Jim, letting her scent and her presence increase his arousal of and for her and as she passed behind him she slid her hands down his chest and to the inside of his thighs and felt his hardness. She passed her palm over him so lightly she heard his breath catch and felt his body tense and she knew she had his complete attention. Kay sauntered over to the table and poured Jim a glass of wine and returned and slipped it into his waiting hand and she knelt before him and looked at him and Jim gently held the stem for her and she drank from his glass with her blue eyes intent on his. She gauged his feelings for her and his desire and she loved his rapt attention and hunger for her. Kay knew that if she lay on the floor or bent over Jim would respond to her like a stag in rut but she wanted to tease and coax him to the limits of his and her desire.

Kay moved to a position where the soft light would play on her and slowly danced for Jim. She stopped and allowed him to view her from the front. She was wearing a black satin short-length kimono and under it a simple set of matching lingerie. Kay had selected a black satin demi-cup bra, black garter belt and panties and the loosely tied kimono revealed this wonderfully erotic combination in contrast to her dark tan. Slowly she turned and lifted her kimono to reveal her ass and the seamed chocolate coloured stockings and black pumps she completed her ensemble with. She knew Jim loved her legs and that the colour of stockings were his favorite.

“Pleased,” she asked coquettishly.

“Umm, yes,” was Jim’s strained reply.

Though she was somewhat self-conscious about walking in heels she wanted to please Jim and was pleased at his reaction. She began to dance again for him suggestively and as the next song on the CD she burned for this occasion started her pace matched the quickened tempo of the next song. She turned allowing the hem of the kimono to rise and let the speed of her movements in the half light accentuate the titillation she was creating. Jim sat silently but she noticed as she passed close to him his hands reach for her wanting to touch her. She turned away and allowed her audience to pass his warm palms over her ass and the outside of her thighs and then with a click clack of heels stepped away and looked over her shoulder at him and enjoyed the sweet torment she was creating. Slowly she walked over and let her legs bend and rested her crotch on Jim’s knee. She hoped he could feel her heat and she took his hands and gently placed them on them in the kimono’s satin belt and stepped back letting her movement slide the belt off her and allowing the kimono to open. Her hands passed over her breasts and she cupped them and bent over revealing her cleavage. Then Kay knelt and collected the belt from the floor and dropped it in Jim’s lap.

Moving away from him she had her back to him and moving to the music slowly shrugged the kimono off her shoulders and allowed it to slip to the floor and then Kay returned and knelt before Jim and slid both hands up the inside of his thighs and felt his desire again. Jim responded by slowly sliding her bra shoulder straps off her shoulders and he reached down to cup her breasts but Kay turned away and stood before him and let the bra fall from her breasts as she stood before him. With tantalizing provocative ness she caressed herself for both of them and pinched her nipples. She felt so free and comfortable with Jim that she knew how much he liked it when she took pleasure from herself and she closed her eyes and caressed her breasts while rocking her hips.

Slowly she moved to her wine glass and dipped her finger in the wine and spread the wine over her nipples and slowly leaned against Jim so he could taste her nipples. His tongue played against her skin and his teeth nipped at her. Kay moaned deeply. She had never felt so sexy. The complete acceptance of her as a woman from Jim and their shared sensuality made this moment completely unselfish. Kay enjoyed the eroticism of this moment and she knew Jim was being aroused and pleasured as much as she was. Her mind melded with the music and light and the presence of her lover and she slowly unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor.

Kay moved to her couch and facing away from Jim began to mimic being made love to while on top of her man. She held the seatback of the couch with one hand and let her free hand feel her desire and play into it. Kay looked back at Jim and he had slid his pants down and was masturbating as she danced for him and she stopped her undulations and crawled seductively over to him and slid between his legs and took him in her mouth. She tasted his desire for her and she moaned softly and repositioned her body to take him more easily. Kay slid her hands under Jim’s shirt and squeezed his nipples gently and then harder, hearing his deep and fast intake of breath. She took one long soft suck of Jim and then rose.

Stepping back Kay stood at a loose attention and slid the waist band of her panties down over her hips and then turned and bent over while taking them off the entire way. She turned and took the satin belt and put it around her neck like a choker and directed Jim with eyes and hands to rise and she slowly undressed him and then helped him lie down on the floor. As the music welled Kay stepped over Jim, straddling him and slid the belt off her body slowly and tied his wrists together and slid down to meet his body with hers. She felt their union become complete and she lay against Jim with his bound hands on her back and loved him to the music.

Slowly Kay lowered her body over Jim and took him inside her. She let her legs slide naturally beside him and she marveled at the way her legs looked in the heels she was wearing. Jim slid his bound wrists over her back and pulled her to him and kissed her very deeply as she moved on him. They were connected in many ways and when Kay looked into Jim’s eyes she saw a wonderful combination of care, respect and desire. She pressed her hand flat to his chest and they made love in the candlelight on her floor.

Kay raised her trunk up and let her weight bear down directly on Jim. She gasped as she took his length inside her and she felt him move his bound hands over her breasts as she moved her hips into him. Kay moved down and kissed Jim sensuously and they traded their tongues and lips so intimately that Kay shivered involuntarily. She rose again and feeling a bit guilty for Jim’s predicament with her kimono belts she untied him and he slung the belt around her neck and pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.

“What do you need,” Jim whispered hoarsely.

“Your cock.”

“Just my cock?”

“For now!”

With that exchange Kay rose again and began to fuck Jim in earnest. He had asked and she had declared her need. She closed her eyes and felt the need to abandon the cares of her world and the needs of others and feel what she needed, what she wanted. She had his cock. He was her lover and he had asked and she knew she could take without recrimination or judgment. Before she knew it her hips where moving rapidly back and forth and she only felt and saw glimpses of Jim’s hands caressing her breasts and sliding behind her body and grasping her ass. She felt her man slide his hands under her garter straps and along her stocking clad leg and then her back and back down again. Kay felt a space in her mind where all was gone but her needs and pleasure and the faint slap of her ass only served as a counterpoint to her deep trance. Her pleasure welled up inside of her and she stopped moving her hips and murmured “Oh, Jim…” and she came. Deep wracking orgasms passed over her and Kay fell against Jim’s chest and felt his embrace and voice as she came.

Her hair was lying across Jim’s face and she felt him move it gently aside and hold her tight as her body gave off its sweet after-shocks of passion and she ground her hips down on Jim’s thighs and took his cock deep in him and kissed him deeply. They kissed like this for some time, their hands passing over each other’s body as the impact of their passion rippled through them.

“It’s the stockings, you know,” Jim whispered.

Kay laughed huskily and retorted, “Really? How so?”

“Well,” Jim replied, “they look really beautiful on you and I think you can attest to my physical response to this rather provocative visual stimuli.”

With that Jim grabbed Kay’s ass and lifted slowly and moved his hips so his shaft moved out of her and he held her there with his tip just lightly playing along her lips and the he gently but firmly entered her and thrust his entire length once into her.

“Oh, yes. What else,” Kay asked.

“Isn’t that enough?” Jim replied and they both laughed and Kay moved in deeper to Jim and they both began to move their hips in unison. They both began to moan and Kay felt her body respond again to what they were sharing. She rose and ignored Jim’s protests and slid down his body and began to suck his cock. She loved the taste of them on it and she hovered over his thighs and began to suck and lick him, listening intently to her lover’s moans and physical responses. Kay cupped Jim’s balls in one hand and moved her palm gently rolling them in her warm hand and she knew the sensation of her long hair over his thighs would send him. She loved him softly and deeply and he responded to her mouth. He began to writhe and opened his legs and she took him deeper and reached one hand up and squeezed one of his nipples and then moved so she was lying perpendicular to his body and she reached for one of his wrist and placed it inside her thigh.

Jim had moved a cushion onto the floor and was using it to prop his head up and watch her. Kay looked back at her lover and held his cock while licking the shaft so she could speak. She fell into her role as a stripper again and said, “I could not resist fucking you you know. I don’t usually mix business with pleasure but it was well worth it.”

She heard Jim answer but it was undecipherable and she smiled.

“Now that I have fucked you do you want to fuck me?”

“God yes!”

Kay got up and walked around Jim and moved back to the couch and kneeled on it facing the wall and presented her ass to her “customer” and ran a hand sensuously down one leg and took one shoe off and then repeated it with the other.

Jim rose and moved in behind her and Kay turned around and sucked on him again and returned to facing the wall. Jim moved in behind her and took her. She had used the word fuck and it was accurate. They shared sheer animalistic passion and Jim had to hold onto her hips hard to keep them together and Kay let her head drop onto the couch seatback and accepted him as he needed her. And it was more than accepting. It was sharing. They had made love and this was time for a different kind of passion. Kay could hear the couches legs lifting off the floor and she turned to comment but Jim must of sensed it to. They disengaged briefly and Kay moved to the floor and presented her ass to him and he mounted her again. A sweet melding of sounds and feelings came together and Kay spoke words of encouragement to her lover. Suddenly he thrust in deep and held his cock there for an eternity and then rapidly fucked her and then his deep guttural moan and her being filled with his seed completed their union. Jim collapsed and rolled onto the floor and Kay slid down beside him and caressed his cock.

“Not…now…too…intense.” Came her lover’s response and he took her hand and kissed it and she cuddled close and entwined her legs into his and listened to his deep breaths. Kay smiled and thought how much she loved their lovemaking and their fucking.

As they lay there in the soft light on the floor oblivious to the world he gathered her close to his body and squeezed her close. They were both spent but found the energy to hold each other and softly kiss each other…the kisses of mutual satisfaction. Soft, short, with some effort because they both were fighting the mental and physical fatigue of deep love making. Kay softly sighed.

“You know that you won’t get this at any strip club in town,” she said ironically.

“I know. There should be a law,” Jim offered.

“A law?”

“Making this mandatory. The world would be such a better place for it,” Jim replied.

“But that would make it mundane. And you know how I hate the mundane,” Kay countered.

“Very true,” Jim said.

And they began to kiss again…

For Gordon...

The Abduction of Liz


More photos of the amazing "Abi" available here...and here...

It had been an interesting day at work for Liz…

Someone had had the idea to have a '50s themed workday and all the staff was to dress up in clothing from that era. Liz had worked very hard to find the requisite clothing and when the day came she had a 1950s traditional nurse's uniform, hat, white seamed stockings, and shoes of the period prepared and she also decided to spice things up a bit personally by acquiring some vintage foundation wear as well. Not that anyone would know what she was wearing underneath her uniform but she would know and the idea of the gentle constriction on her body pleased her. Not only would it add authenticity to her costume it would also add a distinct sensual aspect of pleasure for her as she worked through her shift.



The thought of her co-workers looking at her outfit and not even begging to guess just how far she had gone to make it totally authentic excited her but she also had found that during her time looking for the pieces that made up her costume she realized how much she wanted to “live” the costume and make it come alive.

Liz went to work and she thoroughly enjoyed the way the nurse's dress slid smoothly over her body as the girdle she was wearing acted to slim out her frame and make her look more feminine than the medical smocks she usually wore. Several “Docs” [doctors] commented on her attire and she became conscious of men passing close to her as she worked. In fact, all this attention was turning her on. On her first break Liz went to a washroom that was relatively private in the bustle of her workplace and entered one of the stalls and hiked her dress up and began to masturbate. She imagined one of the male Docs propositioning her and leading her to the abandoned part of the hospital that was closed for renovations and him simply bending her over a discarded chair, hiking her uniform up and sliding her panties aside and using her. She felt her arousal peak and she came with a deep moan at the thought of her fantasy.

During lunch Liz sat with some of her female co-workers and enjoyed sharing stories of their costume collection process. She smiled at her secret knowledge of just how authentic her costume was and several of her staff members commented on her nurse uniform. She loved this attention and she took pleasure in her secret. And the attention she was receiving was not only from her co-workers. Over her coffee she noticed a man looking at her and she could sense his desire for her. She paused and looked again and she verified his gaze was upon her and very intent. Though it made her a tad uncomfortable she was pleased to draw the attention of another man who was obviously attracted to her or at least her in her retro uniform.

Later that day Liz was bent over a patient attending to a drip and she felt the attending doctor slide behind her using the pretense of watching what she was doing. She could feel the warmth of him against her ass and it reminded her of dances at high school were boy-men would become erect while dancing with her and she would revel in the wonderful sinfulness of this type of attention. This reverie led her to excuse herself and slipped into an empty room to enjoy a brief fantasy.



‘She imagined herself in the darkness of a high school gym dancing with a boy. At first they were both tentative and shy but eventually he pressed himself to her and she could feel him become hard. Slowly she slid her hand to him and rubbed the rise in his pants and she loved the way he moaned in response to her touch. She imagined the slow dance music wafting over her and how she would slowly slip his zipper down and enjoy his wide eyed look as she reached in and held his warm cock in her hand. Slowly she would masturbate him until he came in her hand and she would slowly draw her hand out of his pants and lick his cum off her hand.

In her fantasy she reveled in the idea of the word getting around that she liked to do this and thereafter she was never without a dance partner.’

Once she came she relaxed and calmed herself to go back to work. She had a slight smile of sinful satisfaction for the rest of the day...

At the end of her shift Liz headed for her car in the multi-story parking garage at her hospital. She noticed how her shoes made a clicking noise as she walked and she became conscious of the soft scratching noise that her hose made as she walked. The cool air swirled around her bare thighs making her smile at the naughtiness of her attire and she smile ruefully as there was really no one to share this with. Letting her hand pass over her ass she felt the small bumps that her garter belt made against the dress as her hand smoothed over her body. Pulling her keys from her purse she sighed missing the attraction of a man towards her and her loneliness for a partner swelled momentarily. The jingle of her keys broke her reverie and she bend forward to pull open the door.

Just as she got to the door she felt someone grip her by the elbow and the terse words, "Do as I say," pierced her consciousness. She was firmly guided to a car beside hers with an open trunk and firmly directed by to get into it and the lid was closed on her. Liz realized she had not noticed the car because of the distraction of her thoughts and she mentally admonished herself for being so inattentive. She heard and felt the driver's door open and close and the ignition spun the engine into life and off the car went. It sped into the early evening. Liz lay in the trunk which smelled faintly of engine oil and shifted her body to gain what comfort she could. Passing through her mind was the incongruous thought that oil might be staining her beautiful costume! The car jostled and swayed as it rode over the road and she tried to deign some meaning and direction from the road noises. The car would stop and she surmised that the car was at a stop light and she lifted her fist and pounded on the trunk. Suddenly the car veered right and drove rapidly and with a sharp bump and a skidding of tires, stopped. The door clicked open and thunked closed and then the trunk was opened.

She called out as the trunk opened but a strong hand smothered her cry.

“Stop that!” exclaimed her abductor and then she noticed the roll of duct tape in his hand. Deftly he ripped off a length of tape and used it to cover her mouth. She struggled vainly to get up but the suddenness of the stop had slid her body deeper into the trunk bed and her shoulders were pinned awkwardly against the spare tire. Her abductor used this to his advantage and pulled her roughly over onto her front and pinioned her arms behind her and tied them. She turned to watch and her ankles where bound and he rolled her so she faced the front of the trunk. Now he pulled her legs back and up to her ass and hog tied her so she could not readily move, let alone bang on the inside of the trunk to signal anyone of her dire predicament. She felt his hands on her chin and with a k-bar knife he cut a small slit in the tape over her mouth to assist in her breathing.

Thud! The trunk closed and then the clack and thunk of the driver’s door signaled her abductor’s leaving

The trip resumed and then turned onto a gravel road the car turned. It now bound over what Liz estimated was a poorly maintained gravel road and stopped. The door opened and she heard the trunk being unlocked. A command to close her eyes was given and the lid was raised and Liz felt a blindfold being placed over her eyes and she was helped out of the trunk awkwardly and left lying beside the car.

She wondered who it was who had abducted her and she felt a strange mixture of excitement and fear. The terse, curt commanding words her abductor used somehow tugged at a dormant part of her and she waited quietly for what was next. She heard him speak. He described how he had heard of the uniform theme day at her workplace, how he loved nurse's uniforms and how he had gone to see the women in them. He diligently described seeing her for the first time and loving how her attention to detail made him wonder about her imagination and somehow he had sensed Liz’s sexuality and how it she was expressing it in her dress. His description of what he suspected Liz felt like while researching, acquiring and dressing in the costume was so close it was uncanny. Liz felt flush and excited.

She was shocked by this. She was a victim of abduction! Yet the inexorable pull of dormant thoughts began to rise into her consciousness and she felt part of her rapid, shallow breathing was due to a mounting excitement mixed with arousal and fear of the unknown.

She felt a tension between her tied hands and ankles and then the release of that tension as her bindings her cut. Firm hands grasped her shoulders and lifted her into a kneeling position. She found herself opening her mouth!

Her offering was accepted by this stranger. Liz took his cock and gently sucked it and softly tongued his shaft and immersed herself in his pleasure. She loved him well and deeply and with an attentiveness towards a man’s cock that she had never experienced. Being blind folded accentuated Liz’s senses and tastes and she felt his hands caress your hair and his hips tighten just before he came in her soft compliant mouth. With a deep moan Liz accepted his seed and kneeled, waiting.

She heard a command to stand and Liz did so and then he directed her to stand still. Liz felt her abductor gather up your uniform by the hem and slide it up past her waist. A hand slid between Liz’s legs and pressed against her pussy and she found herself moaning in response. Liz opened her legs and felt for the man's penis and both enjoyed each other's pleasure as each rubbed and fondled the other slowly in the act of sexual discovery. She felt him kiss her for the first time – an aggressive, almost rabid, series of kisses filling her mouth with his tongue. His hands moved from her pussy to her neck and he constricted her throat and she felt a wave of heat between her legs grow and she moaned deeply. A hand released its grip and she felt the sting of the flat of her hand against her cheek and she fell to her knees. Her head searched for his heat, his wonderful cock, and found it and she moved naturally forward as she found the object of her desire. She took his semi-soft cock into her mouth and heard him moan with satisfaction and need and Liz found herself smiling inwardly at how her efforts to please this man resulted in an emotional and then a physical response.



He becomes rigid again and Liz wanted to feel him inside her. She rose, turned and reached out and found the trunk of the car and bent over presenting her body to him. Liz heard his guttural "Yes!" as he beheld her there in the half light of dusk. There Liz was:   uniform dress hiked over her hips, white stocking clad legs spread for him – for him! He reached between Liz’s legs and unfastened the hooks of the gusset of her retro girdle and she felt him lick her pussy for the first time. His tongue probed and explored and his hands fluttered over her ass exploring and gently slapping you. Liz moaned her need and desire and, moving backward slightly, pressed her body against her abductor's face.

"Fuck me! Please!"

A long lick and then silence, "Guide me."

Liz reached between her legs and grasped the man's head of his cock and moved him toward her wet pussy. As he gets closer she grasped his shaft and moved the head between her soft, wet lips and the man took hold of Liz’s hips and thrusts hard. Liz gasped and her body is moved forcibly forward into the cool hard metal of the car trunk and she found her hands and arms splayed over the trunk and he begins to fuck her.

"Harder?"

"Oh God. Yes, harder!"

He thrusts deeper and harder in response to Liz’s needs and fills her with his cock. Their bodies meld in a rhythmic motion and very quickly Liz begins to quiver and shudder as an orgasm approaches. The man senses this and thrust even harder and Liz gasps and then cries out as she cums. The man slows down his thrusts as she orgasms and sobs in ecstasy and then as he slides out Liz lets out a plaintive moan of regret because he is still hard and not fulfilled but he guides her to the ground and onto the fast cooling earth as the sun drops lower into the west and Liz finds she is lying on her back, legs open, expectant.

Liz feels him move in between her legs and then his cock is now rubbing her clit and Liz moans as the sweet remembrance of the last orgasm wafts over her brain. She cannot see him. But she can feel him. And she wants more and knows more is coming. She is a little afraid. Afraid of him: this stranger, unknown unto her, afraid of herself for she still feels the pain in her neck and from the harsh slap on her face. The gravel of what must be a country lane presses against her bare ass and she feels that cool air once again playing against her bare thighs.

She smiles and asks, "Why did you pick me."

"Because I could tell you would love being used like this."

And her abductor mounts her once again...


Agent Chikara

Who is Agent Chikara?

What is her mission?

Will she succeed?

Stay tuned for a erotic short story involving Agent Chikara.

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Before and After



She stood there before me poised and confident the sophistication of her mind crystallized in her azure blue eyes. Her smile was remote model professional.

I took her wine from her and quaffed it down almost completely. Her smile melted into a frown and the beginnings of a statement of reprobation took form on her lips. Without a word I grabbed her arm and spun her around and pulled her to me tight. One hand holding her wrist awkwardly from behind; one hand on her throat.

"No one word," I hissed and bent her over keeping her arm back locked behind her back. One hand free to divulge my cock and then to tear those light French lace panties away. A kick at her ankles drops her hips down and I piston my hips forward stabbing darkly for what I am going to use. Her softness enveloped me and she began to moan basely. Rapidly I used her and was spent in less time than it takes to open champagne.

Letting her go she pulls her dress down and flicks the remnants of her panties away into the corner, turns to me and I offer her wine glass back. Her hand raises to her now unkempt hair and her eyes offer to me awkward uncertainty.

After she stops moving and is transfixed in her uncertainty I turn my back to her and leave.

Part 6: Erotic Closure


Part 6 of my erotic story Erotic Closure is up at Nylon Whispers. I hope you all have been enjoying it.

The other parts are located:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

A New Blog to Follow


Saragirl's Sissy Confessions is a blog I would like to introduce to you. Each of the bloggers and sites I have linked to in my sidebar bring a wonderfully different perspective to nylons and the fetish/passion it means to each of the bloggers. Saragirl's blog has tasteful images and Saragirl is also a writer as well and soon to be featured at Nylon Whispers. I think we will be in for a wonderful treat!

An excerpt...

It dawned on me she was holding a belt in her hands. At first I thought she was going to hit me with it. I even hesitated moving, as if my love would ever really hurt me. I listened. I followed her directions, put my arms over my head, through the head board. Emil climbed onto the bed, onto me, and wrapped the belt around my wrists, tightened it, bound me to the bed, tight leather imprisoning me...

Oh my... Can hardly wait!

Erotic Closure


Nick Danger has been posting my excerpted erotic story called Erotic Closure at Nylon Whispers. It is broken down into parts:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Soon to come... Part 5.
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