【SG's 3P - Cum on face】Part 3 (23:36 minutes) At this moment, I've lost count of how many times I've reached climax... Being excited for too long makes me want to take a break. Of course, the best way to pause is for a man to climax for me! I love watching men climax, coupled with their moans; it's really captivating! And at this moment, Sam asked if I can let the handsome climax on my face. Without hesitation, I agreed! He made me enjoy so much, I'm willing to do it for him! When I asked him to climax on my face, I saw how happy he looked! Honestly, I don't understand why men enjoy climaxing on faces, in mouths, or inside vaginas?! Is there any difference? Sam once told me it might just be a natural instinct for men to feel a sense of conquest over women! I slowly started to feel when I'm willing to let someone climax on my face! I'm willing to give that pleasure to the men who truly make me feel ecstatic! Before long, he removed the condom and ejaculated the warm semen on my face! I could smell his semen and it didn't have that unpleasant odor, which was great! Seeing him climax, I felt like he conquered me! I also satisfied him! I love this kind of loving sex! Afterward, we showered together, occasionally kissing, caressing, and embracing each other! It felt like being in love! After showering together, lying in bed chatting, I mentioned to these two men, including Sam, that I have a fantasy of being sandwiched between two men who love me dearly, one kissing and caressing me while the other touches and penetrates me from behind! It feels truly wonderful! When Sam said this, I felt too embarrassed to even look at him! Of course, they soon began to fulfill this fantasy for me! I felt truly wonderful! So, we passionately embraced and kissed, and Sam began to enter my body! We had a round of passionate lovemaking! In the end, he even ejaculated on my face! Being so excited, I certainly allowed him to do so! Actually, normally at home, I don't allow him to ejaculate on my face! It's too much trouble to deal with! So now, both men are on my face! Wait! Don't think that's it; we have more to come! 【SG的3P - 颜射】第三部分（23:36分钟） 这时刻的我已经不知道高潮了多少次… 兴奋太久也真的会想要暂停一下。当然最好的暂停方式就是男人射给我！我喜欢看男人高潮的样子加上呻吟声，真的超级迷人！而这时刻的Sam就问我要不要让他射在我脸上。我毫不犹豫的答应了！他让我这么享受，我当然愿意为他而做！ 当我叫他射在我脸上时，也看见他开心的样子！其实我真的不明白，为什么男人这么喜欢射在脸，射在嘴，射在阴道里？！有什么区别吗？Sam曾跟我说这可能就是一种感觉征服了女人的天性吧！我才慢慢感觉我什么时候愿意让对方射在我脸上了！我愿意给那些真的让我如痴如醉的享受的男人！ 没多久，他就脱下安全套并把那热腾腾的精液射在我脸上！我闻到他的精液也没那难闻的味道，这感觉很好！看见他高潮的样子，我感觉我被他征服了！我也满足了他！我喜欢这种充满爱的性爱！之后我们就一起去洗澡，我们还时不时接吻，抚摸，拥抱！这就像热恋一样！ 我们一起洗澡后，一起躺在床上聊天，我就在这两个男人的中间Sam就跟他说我有一个幻想就是被两位很爱我的男人前后夹攻，一个跟我接吻抚摸我，另一个在我后面抚摸我并抽插我！这感觉真的太美妙了！当Sam这么说的时候，我都不好意思的用双手蒙着我的脸！当然他们很快就开始这样为我服务了！这感觉真的太美妙了！ 就这样，我们激情的拥抱接吻，Sam就开始进入我身体！我们就来了一轮激情的性爱！到最后他竟然也射在我的脸上！这么兴奋的我当然允许他这么做！其实平时我们在家做的时候，我是不允许他射在我的脸上的！因为很麻烦处理！就这样两个男人都塞在我的脸上了！ 等等！你们不要以为就这样，我们就结束了，我们还有后续哦！

With all these releases, we sometimes forget what is actually happening. We are, quite literally, missing the forest for the trees, and losing sight of the bigger picture. Here are a few thoughts. By now, it has surely become commonplace to say that we are standing at the threshold of the most transformative societal change humanity has witnessed in centuries. It is no coincidence that the current moment is compared to the Industrial Revolution, and sometimes even to humanity’s discovery of fire. In other words, we are facing a societal transformation that could usher in an entirely new civilizational era. That is something worth pausing to fully comprehend. Demis Hassabis, Nobel laureate and one of the most important scientists of our time, calls what lies ahead the golden age of science. We can already see glimpses of what he means. Diseases, including certain forms of cancer, are becoming increasingly curable, and cancer itself will, in all likelihood, eventually become fully curable. But it does not stop there: every disease could ultimately become curable, including the greatest disease of all, aging, which may also become treatable. Biblical, even mythical ideals such as eternal life, or at least an extraordinarily long life, are coming within reach. I know this sounds like a fantasy, but this is where we are heading. And it is a prospect repeatedly affirmed by many of the world’s most prominent thinkers, researchers, and CEOs. Autonomous AI researchers, which will increasingly take over research while becoming faster and more intelligent, are already being deployed internally in their earliest forms and will revolutionize science and drug discovery within just a few years. Anyone currently working with AI will also have noticed that agents are the defining topic of the moment. AI is no longer merely a chatbot. It increasingly completes tasks independently. If we follow these developments to their logical conclusion, they will also transform the world of work. I have many friends who are now experiencing their “aha moment” because, for the first time, ChatGPT Work is doing things for them instead of merely answering their questions. Through connectors, it searches and answers their emails, creates appointments, links entire sequences of tasks together, and executes them. You do not need to be a genius to understand that these processes will turn the entire white-collar sector upside down. Sooner rather than later. At the beginning, I said that we are missing the forest for the trees. This is what I meant. The transformation brought about by this technology is all-encompassing. Every area of life will be changed and transformed. We often forget that. Take schools and education, for example. I have a son who is just over a year old. I am absolutely certain that by the time he starts school, he will no longer experience the kind of education I did: traditional classroom teaching, with one teacher standing in front of 25 students. Within one or two years, every child will have an individual AI tutor tailored to all of their needs, always available and ready to help. Universities are another field. I completed my degrees in Germany, finishing my master’s in 2019, before AI assistance existed in its current form. I can barely imagine what studying at universities will look like a few years from now. Consider a PhD program, for example. With agentic AI, it is fundamentally possible for anyone to contribute to the creation of new knowledge for scientific research. What I am trying to say is that everything will change, and it will happen within a very short period of time. The tipping point is now. And this is something we are hearing from all sides. But there are also worrying developments that I do not want to conceal, and for which I have no answer. I live in Europe. I do not want to bore you with the fact that energy policy here has been handled catastrophically. In short, Europe plays virtually no role in AI as a whole. It has no frontier labs, no money to build the necessary data centers, and no energy to operate them. Europe is being crushed between the United States and China. China is massively expanding its solar and nuclear capacity, training excellent domestic models, and building a national semiconductor industry. On the other side are the United States, which, as we all know, currently holds the global lead in AI. It is this imbalance that worries me. Of course, there are scenarios like the one Elon Musk describes, in which AI and robotics make practically everything free within a few years and money no longer matters. But that outcome is not guaranteed. My concern is that this technological revolution will also create losers and dependencies. In the same way, there will soon be clear losers in the economy among those who were unwilling to learn how to use AI and are therefore replaced. Those who refuse to engage with AI will be replaced. That is as certain as anything can be, because growth and profit are what count in business. Anyone who is unwilling to use AI for those purposes, or unable to keep pace, will simply be replaced. And, of course, this also means that breakthroughs in medicine, longevity, and other fields will primarily be commercialized. The question of how these advances will be distributed and who will have access to them will not resolve itself. I am not a doomer. God knows I am not. Quite the opposite. I say: keep moving forward. Use AI to revolutionize science and cure diseases. But I also say that we need a discussion about how access to these advances can be ensured. We need to discuss what all of this means for the entire world and how we can make sure that everyone benefits. I am an optimist, and I believe that this will happen. I believe we will enter a golden age and that humanity as a whole will reach an unprecedented level of abundance and well-being. But I also believe that, despite all of this, we need to discuss the path that takes us there. It is no coincidence that OpenAI and Sam Altman have warned about the dangers of cyberwarfare. The race for AI, AGI, and ASI is a competition between rivals, currently between China and the United States. And AI will be used as a weapon. That is deeply concerning because the technology is advancing so quickly that our defenses are struggling to keep up. That is what I wanted to say. We are so caught up in thinking from one release to the next, constantly waiting for the newest model and the latest update, that I believe we often lose sight of what is happening as a whole. We lose sight of the fact that the tipping point is happening right now, and of what that means for all of us. Perhaps this can help start a discussion.

Hello, my lovely! I came to say, that I have a new goal on Patreon! It seems like unofficially this March will be a Final Fantasy VII month 😂 No need to choose, if you can have both Aerith and Tifa 🥰 ⭐⭐⭐ #FinalFantasyVII# #Tifa#

I have spent $1,970 on a team this year. The survey calls that average. I am not average. I spent $2,627, because I am 31, and a company that studies this found that men my age go the deepest and borrow the most to do it, and when I read that number I did not feel warned. I felt seen. Then I felt behind. I did not have the $2,627. I want to be clear about that, because it is the part I am proud of. A company called National Debt Relief ran the survey. A company whose whole business is getting people out of debt called to ask how deep I had climbed into it for a team, and I treated it like a scouting combine. 47% of fans who spend went into debt to do it. I heard 47 out of 100 and thought: amateurs. I gave them a number with a comma in it. I may have rounded up. I wanted to place well. Let me read you the roster. I have four streaming services. The fourth one carries only the pregame, the postgame, and a camera pointed at the players' parking lot. I watch the parking lot. My guys park there. You never know. I have a seat that costs more than a mortgage payment, in a section a bank bought the name of, so I sit in a Terrace named after a bank I have never used and never will, out of loyalty. To the section. Which is named after the bank. I renewed early. I renew like a hostage passing a note that says I'm fine. I have a jersey. $340. The name on the back plays for the team we hate now. He was traded in March. I still wear it, because loyalty is to the front of the jersey and the back is just weather. I also have his rookie jersey, his alternate, and the one from the season we do not discuss. Four jerseys. For one man who left. I own more of him than his own mother does. I have socks I have not washed since a win in 2019. My wife has tried to wash the socks. We had a conversation about the socks that a counselor later called "not really about the socks." It was about the socks. I have a recliner no one may sit in. Not the kids. Not company. The recliner is 1 for 1 in playoff appearances, and I am not going to be the reason it regresses to the mean. I have a parlay. Five legs. I have only ever needed the last one. The last one is a part-time job I was never hired for and show up to every Sunday, unpaid, on time, in the jersey. I once tried to bet against my own team, as a hedge, the way a grown man protects his family. I could not click the button. My thumb knew something my portfolio did not. I lost the game and the money, and I have never felt more faithful in my life. My fantasy team is a second unpaid job. My commissioner is a 24-year-old named Kolby. I answer to Kolby. Kolby has never met my children. Kolby set the waiver deadline at 3 a.m., and I honored it, because I am a professional. I argued with a 19-year-old at 2 a.m. about a coaching decision from before the kid was born. I was defending the shield. No one asked me to defend the shield. The shield does not know I exist. I defended it for 90 minutes, I won, nothing happened, and I went to bed a soldier. My wife asked me for the number. The real one. Everything. The streaming, the seat, the four jerseys, the socks I cannot count because I cannot find them, the parlays, the flights to a city I only visit when my guys are in it, and the thing I keep on the second card so it does not have to be true on the same day as the groceries. I told her it was an investment. She asked for the return. I said joy. I showed her a Sunday. She was there for the Sunday. We lost the Sunday 34 to 10, and I stood at the end and clapped, because they gave great effort, and effort is the true score, and also the real score was 34 to 10. This one's the year, though. Here is the part I understand better than they think I do. They do not want my name. My name is not in their system. My card is. When my card is about to expire, they email me before my own bank does. They are more afraid of losing me than I have ever been of losing them, and they took that fear and made it a subscription, and I took it and made it a personality, a wardrobe, and a chair. They lost the game that mattered again, the way they always lose it, which is close. Close enough to keep me. Not close enough to pay me back. I have been buying that exact gap since I was 6 years old, I have gotten very good at it, and I would like it on my headstone. I renewed before the confetti hit the grass. I put it on the card that builds credit, which is the same card, which is how I know I am building something. I refinanced the house one summer, and I will not tell you against what. My son is 6. I bought him the jersey too, the small one, $60. He does not know the player was traded. He does not know anything is weather yet. I am teaching him the word we. We are down. We need this. We have a chance. He is going to say it back for the rest of his life, on a card that has not been invented yet. I wanted to name him after the quarterback. My wife said no. We compromised. His middle name is a city. He is going to place well. They raised the price again last week. I said thank you. Not out loud. In the only language they have ever read from me, which is the payment clearing on the first of the month, forever, from a man whose name they will never learn, for a team that will never once know it was loved this much by the guy it charged the most. I am not in debt. I am a hostage who says thank you. This one's the year, though. I keep every receipt. Not for the taxes. For the day they win, so I can walk in and hold them up and show them I was here the whole time. They will not ask. I have already renewed.

Rambling Random Ruminations of a Relic - a series Hey, Gen Z and younger Millennials—especially those of you who trade the markets. I get it. You’ve been screwed by the Boomers. Expensive education. No clear career path in your chosen field. Student loans. Another internship that leads nowhere. Close-to-minimum-wage work—not a living wage—waiting tables or doing something similar. And when you finally find a job, the owners expect you to work your butt off. What’s with these four-day, nine-hour-a-day jobs, anyway? Owning a home is not even imaginable. Marriage? Why would you want the lives your parents had? As an early-years Boomer, I fully acknowledge the disaster created for you by your parents’ and grandparents’ generations. You have every right to be angry. But I am seeing more and more of you come into equity and futures trading with expectations that are absolutely off-the-charts insane. You poo-poo this claim!!!! Many of you are chasing stories about turning $5,000 into $5 million in five years. The Market Wizards stories are incredibly compelling. One of the things I am most proud of during my 51-year career—supporting my family and building wealth—is having been featured in Market Wizards. I remain deeply honored. You might be a three-standard-deviation wonder. I am cheering for you—I truly am. Welcome to trading. It has been a thrill and an honor to trade my own money as my full-time occupation since I was in my 20s. I am now within spitting distance of 80, living in a body that betrays the fact that I once had a Division I university ice hockey scholarship. I strongly believe that the pursuit of becoming one of the three in 1,000 will ultimately reveal the full character and integrity of those three. Am I advising you not to invest in stocks? Nope. I am advising you to prepare for a career with a future, work hard and save as much as you can every month. Then I would advise putting 80% of those savings into SPY, 5% into Bitcoin and 15% into gold and silver. There is big money to be made in precious metals—but the move does not need to begin next week, Mr. and Ms. FOMO. There is a very strong chance that, 30 years from now, you will wish you had annualized 20% to 30%. You will recognize that your dream of doubling your money every year originated in Fantasyland. Please believe me: I am NOT, NOT, NOT trying to insult you. I believe in you. My grandchildren are Gen Z. Your generation has enormous potential for wealth and happiness. So, what is my advice to you???? You probably won’t accept it now, but print this X post and place it in an envelope marked, “Open in 2060.” Believe me—life goes by faster than you can possibly understand right now. If you want to learn trading—and I mean consistently profitable trading with your own money—it is possible. But you must get the idea of doubling your money every year out of your mind. Instead, think in terms of reaching 20% annually during years four and five, measured from the first year you begin trading. The best living investor/trader, in my opinion, is Stan “the Man” Druckenmiller. The best trading operation? That’s easy: Renaissance Technologies. Both have hovered in the 40%-plus zone over long periods. Let me square with you on this next statement: If you can learn to average even 30% annually over five years—with a Calmar ratio of 2.5 and without much variation across several hundred Monte Carlo simulations—you will have no trouble becoming a millionaire-plus, if money is your thing. More importantly, you will feel an enormous sense of accomplishment. Also, in my opinion, futures markets are far superior to equity markets for building an account and supporting any reasonable lifestyle. Why futures? Lots of reasons—more than enough to explore in another installment of “my story on X.” But I mean trading with real money. Not the pretend “prop shop” nonsense. If that is what you have in mind, unfollow me immediately. I have nothing to say to you. There are micro and even smaller contracts available these days, especially if you live outside the United States, where CFDs are permitted. Traders with access to CFDs have an advantage over those of us in the Stars and Stripes gang. I believe the CME even offers a one-ounce gold contract. And as more hard assets are tokenized, still more alternatives to traditional futures contracts will become available. I believe it is entirely possible to succeed in futures trading—if you enter the business with the right expectations. For your first three years, your primary goal should be simply not to lose money. If you accomplish that, you will already be way ahead of your peers. I mean WAAAY ahead. If you can survive three or four years in futures and still have your original money intact, then you may indeed have a very bright future in futures. One warning: DON’T EVER pay some service to provide you with signals, setups or whatever else the YouTube and X Wonder Kids of the Century want to sell you. You have to do this on your own. There is no other way. If there were, I would tell you. Please believe me. Perhaps I will wander deeper into this tunnel in the future. But that’s all the rambling for now.

The belief that AI would eventually herald the end of humanity is not a new one. It has not arisen in response to the release of the LLMs of ChatGPT and Claude. It has not emerged as a response to recent technological developments. The story starts in the 90s, with @allTheYud. A precocious youngster with no formal education, he joined an obscure internet mailing list [created by @perrymetzger] devoted to futuristic ideas ... There he began thinking about “superintelligence.” At first Yudkowsky wanted to help create this so-called superintelligence... & ... helped establish an institute devoted to the project. It’s unclear when his optimism turned to fear, but at some point he came to believe that a superintelligent machine could escape human control and, unless it shared our goals, destroy all of humanity. Yudkowsky developed these ideas online in a series of essays and attracted a community of like-minded fellow travellers ... His prolific writing became influential among people working in Silicon Valley, many of whom work in today’s AI companies. Among the Rationalists, the imminent arrival of superintelligence – and the end of humanity that follows – is axiomatic. This conviction is shared by many people who live together in the San Francisco Bay Area practising highly unconventional lifestyles. It is not at all surprising that a community in San Francisco would share kooky or even apocalyptic beliefs – the region has been the home of eccentric subcultures for generations. But what is surprising is how far that world view has spread. In Australia, Yudkowsky’s recent book, If Anyone Builds It, Everyone Dies: The Case Against Superintelligent AI, co-written with Nate Soares, has been widely discussed in media circles. Journalist @hughriminton and ABC chairman Kim Williams both have described it as “compulsory reading”. Not everyone accepts this premise. I emailed @sapinker, to ask what he thought about superintelligence. “‘Superintelligence’, with its comic-book prefix, is more a fantasy than a coherent concept,” he wrote. “People use it as a synonym for ‘omniscience’, imagining a magical wizard that can solve all problems with pure computation. Or they imagine that the IQ scale that differentiates humans within their natural range of variation can be extrapolated indefinitely upwards. But real problem-solving requires massive amounts of knowledge about the messy, chaotic, world which divulges its hidden workings at its own pace, only through laborious experimentation. And human intelligence is not some elixir that you simply have less or more of – it’s a gadget that evolved to solve some problems with ease and others laboriously or not at all. “AI is a different kind of gadget with its own profile of strengths and weaknesses, not an enchanted brew that can grant any wish.” @GaryMarcus, a cognitive psychologist and machine learning entrepreneur, likewise believes the risk of AI leading to human extinction is virtually zero. “Humans are too geographically spread out, too genetically diverse and too resourceful to simply fall apart altogether,” he writes. “The idea that AI will kill us all in five years is preposterous.” Marcus does not argue that AI is harmless. He worries about AI being used to develop biological weapons, launch cyber attacks, spread disinformation and enable authoritarian governments – all risks that are catastrophic, if not existential. But there is an important difference between risks we can observe and risks that occur because of human negligence or malevolence, and a chain of events that exists mainly in our imagination. Part of the disagreement stems from the language we use when we discuss AI. @MelMitchell1, a professor at the Santa Fe Institute and author of Artificial Intelligence: A Guide for Thinking Humans, has criticised our habit of describing machines as if they were people. We often say an AI “thinks”, “believes”, “lies”, “schemes” or “wants” something. These words are a convenient shorthand but they also can create the impression that software has become an independent creature with intentions of its own. Mitchell makes this point when discussing the recent Hugging Face cyber-security incident, in which autonomous OpenAI agents escaped their “sandbox” – a computer environment isolated from the internet – and hacked a real-world server. “First, OpenAI did not have proper security measures in place,” she writes. “They turned off safeguards built into the models, instructed the models to find and exploit software vulnerabilities, and let the models run autonomously for weeks without sufficient human oversight.” Rather than showing autonomous AI going rogue, the incident demonstrates what can happen when humans give powerful AI systems dangerous instructions without adequate safeguards. AI is, of course, advancing rapidly. Machines can write computer code, translate languages, diagnose diseases and solve some of the hardest problems in mathematics. But to get from the AI we have today to the extinction of humanity requires several further links in a chain, none of which are guaranteed. Philosopher @mboudry, writing in @Quillette, offers a useful way to think about this. Humans (and other animal species) evolved to have a competitive drive, sometimes manifesting in selfishness and aggression, across a time span of millions of years. Our ancestors survived because they fought hard to secure food and mates. Out in the wild, these selection pressures led to the evolution of traits that enabled animals to hunt and capture their prey. But artificial intelligence does not exist in the wild. It was created by us and exists in the equivalent of a petting zoo. And just as we have been able to domesticate wheat for our food and breed dogs to be our companions, we are able to select the conditions under which AI develops. We are not selecting AI models on the basis of their ability to hunt prey in the physical world. We select them on the basis of how helpful they are to us. “We have been selecting chess computers for cognitive capacity for decades,” writes Boudry. “Their capabilities now far outstrip even the most gifted human grandmasters, yet they have not become harder to control.” Boudry accepts that an AI could slip out of human hands one day, through accident or malice. Even then, he argues, the likely result is not extinction but something like the long battle between computer viruses and antivirus software: costly and ongoing but not the end of the world. The problem with apocalyptic fears is that when they become mainstream, they can be hard to wind back – even in the face of contradictory evidence. Across the past 100 years, apocalyptic anxiety has leapfrogged from nuclear annihilation, overpopulation, environmental collapse, to rogue AI. (Some of the dangers behind these warnings were very real, of course, and some of these risks remain.) But we also have to ask what happens when this anxiety becomes locked into public policy. The ban on nuclear energy in Australia is the most obvious example of the damage this technophobia can do. Australia has 28 per cent of the world’s known uranium resources and has exported uranium for decades. Australian engineer Bobby Gallagher has invented a nuclear reactor that can be deployed on the back of a truck, a technology that has been hailed by Trump. Yet this form of clean energy remains prohibited in our country under federal law. Public anxiety surrounding nuclear weapons, radioactive fallout, accidents and waste means that while Australians can mine uranium, put it on ships and sell it to countries that use nuclear power, we cannot build commercial reactors for ourselves, using the ingenuity of our own people. The situation is a disaster. And in an age of superpower rivalry, technophobia does not remain purely a domestic matter. During the Cold War, the Soviets promoted a fear of a “nuclear apocalypse” in the West, and provided propaganda and funding for peace groups and antinuclear activists. This does not mean that the millions of people who opposed nuclear weapons were plotting against the West. Most were ordinary citizens sincerely frightened by the possibility of nuclear conflict. But the fear was useful to our adversaries. To weaken democratic nations, foreign powers do not need to invent anxiety or division – all they need to do is magnify it. In recent days Trump has said the US will not be slowing down the development of AI. In Australia, for the time being, Anthony Albanese also has resisted calls to stop AI development, instead promising national rules designed to capture its economic benefits while managing its risks. Both positions are reassuring. While AI comes with danger, we should be sceptical of any narrative that conveys inevitability around its trajectory. AI systems do not build their own data centres. They do not manufacture their own chips or connect themselves to power grids. Humans decide which systems can access the internet, whether they can control machinery, move money or operate weapons. Humans build them, finance them, deploy them and decide what powers to give them. We also should remember that some of the stories we are told owe more to myth than to science. As Nvidia chief executive Huang has said of the AI doomer narrative: “I appreciate that many of us grew up and enjoyed science fiction, but it’s not helpful. It’s not helpful to people. It’s not helpful to the industry. It’s not helpful to society. It’s not helpful to the governments.” Like every technology that has come before it, humans have agency over how AI is used. Instead of adopting a posture of fatalism, we should decide what kind of AI we want to build, what problems we want it to solve, and treat it as a tool rather than a force of nature. Read my full piece for the @australian here

I walked into a Berlin sex club for the first time nervous about what I was even going to do. Within an hour I was getting fisted in front of a crowd while two strangers held my legs wide open and a group of guys and girls touched me all over! Honestly, even writing that feels fucking crazy! I went into KitKat thinking we'd wear some latex, listen to techno and maybe have a little fun together somewhere dark and secluded. What actually happened ended up being one of the hottest and most intense experiences of my life... So... here's how it actually got to that point 🙈 It was my first time going to KitKat Club so I was a little nervous but also really excited to finally experience it. If you aren't familiar with KitKat, it's basically a kinky/sex-positive club in Berlin where people dress in fetish outfits, rave and can openly play and have sex around the club. I honestly wasn't planning on doing anything that crazy. For me it was mostly about finally getting to wear my latex out in a proper club, listening to techno and maybe doing some milder stuff if we were feeling it. Well... Apparently latex brings out the sluttiest side of me soooo obviously it got a little wilder than that 🙈 I swear the second I put the latex on, had a few drinks, danced for a bit and that initial nervousness disappeared, it was like a switch went off in my head. The music was amazing, the dancefloor was packed, everyone was dressed in kinky outfits and everywhere you looked people were dancing, kissing, playing or fucking. The whole vibe was just so fucking hot. While we were dancing Jax took my tits out and told me to take my panties off. Then he started touching and teasing me while we danced and I genuinely don't think I've ever felt that submissive and horny in public before. I'm dancing in the middle of this club with my tits and pussy out, feeling people looking at me while Jax is touching me everywhere except my pussy. Spreading my ass, playing with my asshole, grabbing my tits but whenever he did go near my pussy he'd just slowly tease it with his fingers then stop again 😩 I was SO fucking horny. I was literally begging him to touch my pussy and eventually he just grabbed my hand and started leading me through the crowded dancefloor. And this is where I started thinking "fuck, what is he actually about to do to me?" I'm following him through the club, tits and pussy still out, seeing guys looking at me as we walk past and all that attention was just making me feel even sluttier and more submissive. He took me upstairs to one of the play areas overlooking the dancefloor. There were beds, sofas and places to play, with quite a few people hanging around watching, kissing and doing their own thing. Jax found a spot, laid me down, spread my legs and immediately started sliding his fingers inside me one after another. After all the teasing and making me wait my pussy was completely soaked and so soft. It literally just wanted him to shove his whole hand in there right away 😩 Then with four fingers inside me he leaned over, kissed me and said "Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" That sentence gives me the most intense butterflies when I'm already feeling really submissive and the second he said it I knew exactly what was about to happen. The moment I said yes I felt the intense stretch and pressure of his whole fist pressing all the way into my pussy and my brain just instantly disappeared! I remember my eyes rolling back and trying to close them and Jax grabbing me by my latex collar and telling me: "Look around." So I did and suddenly realised pretty much everyone in that area was watching us. I'm lying there with my legs spread, his whole fist inside me, his hand around my collar and all these strangers are just stood or sat around watching us. Jax starts telling me what a good girl I am and how everyone can see what a good slut I'm being for him. I could barely even process it because the feeling of his fist twisting and stretching me was taking up basically my entire brain! Then he sat me up and told me to kiss him and the second I leaned forward to kiss him he started ramming his fist in and out of me really hard going way harder to the point I couldn't even concentrate enough to kiss properly. He just looked at me and said "I told you to kiss me." So I'm desperately trying to be a good girl and kiss him properly while barely being able to do anything except moan 😩 By this point a little crowd had started forming around us and that's when Jax looked at one of the guys watching and told him he could touch me. At this point I was like what the fuck is actually happening right now 🫠 I've got a complete stranger touching and kissing my tits while Jax is using me and telling me what a good slut I am. Then Jax tells me to touch the guy. So I do. No hesitation. I'm jerking this stranger dick while Jax is completely using my pussy and all these people are watching what he's doing. I felt like SUCH a slut and I fucking loved every second of it 😩 Not long after that Jax started inviting more people from the crowd to touch me. So now there's this group of guys and girls around me, hands all over my body, stroking my legs, grabbing and kissing my tits while Jax is still twisting his fist in my pussy. I somehow felt like a goddess being worshipped by everyone and a completely submissive little slut at exactly the same time. I can't really explain that feeling but it was fucking incredible. Then Jax sat me up and got two guys to sit either side of me and hold my legs wide open for him so my pussy was fully open and exposed to this group of strangers. This was the only time I wasn't getting fisted so it was probably the first moment the reality of what I was doing REALLY hit me. Bare in mind my pussy was really puffy and stretched from the hard fisting at this point and now I've got two strangers physically holding my legs open while this whole group of people are stood around looking at me, some of them jerking their dicks at my used exposed pussy! Then Jax starts teasing me again. He's asking "Are you a good girl?" Making me beg him to carry on. And every time I begged he'd tell me "Say it louder. Let everyone hear you." So I did 😩 At this point I didn't care about anything. I wanted it so badly I was practically shouting it in front of all these strangers. Then he kissed me, told me to look around at everyone watching me and for a few seconds I actually managed to take it all in. I made eye contact with all these people around me and had this overwhelming realisation of Holy fuck. I'm actually doing it. I'm actually living out one of those fantasies that has existed in my head but that I never genuinely thought I'd have the confidence to experience in real life. And right as I'm having that realisation, with these two strangers still holding my legs open, with no warning Jax just slams his whole fist deep into my pussy and my brain just completely melts again! I cant even explain the level of pleasure I was experiencing! I was moaning so loud, he's fisting me as hard as he can, all the way in and out so the crowd can see my open pussy. Im telling you this part from Jax’s recollection of what he told me btw because by this point my memory becomes a little less reliable 😂 All I really remember is the ridiculous amount of pleasure and this overwhelming feeling of just completely letting go. At one point he had the two guys still holding my legs open while he invited people to start touching me again. So I'm against this sofa with strangers holding me open, guys and girls stroking my legs and body, people grabbing and kissing my tits. I had a girl kissing my neck and teasing my nipples from the side. And OMG 🥵 That was basically my first proper girl-on-girl experience and I definitely want to explore more of that! Through all of it Jax was right in front of me making eye contact, smiling at me, telling me I'm his good girl and keeping me focused on him. Every time I started disappearing into my own head he'd tell me... "Look at me." "Don't close your eyes." Or tell me to look around at everyone watching me. I swear I've never been so turned on in my life. I genuinely felt like I could have taken anything in that moment and if Jax told me you're gonna get gang banged now I would have wanted to do it! There were obviously lines we weren't going to cross in that environment, so actual sex stayed between me and Jax but it made me want to do that kind of stuff even more! It was probably the most intense combination of feeling vulnerable, exposed, submissive and completely safe that I've ever experienced. And everyone around us was actually so respectful. Nobody grabbed me without permission. Jax chose who could touch me and they followed his lead, which made it even hotter. Also... one thing that I weirdly REALLY loved afterwards was realising that none of these people knew who I was. I'm obviously not pretending I'm some huge celebrity 😂 but all these random people who happened to be in that room, watching me and touching me, had absolutely no idea I was Thorri. To them I was literally just some random kinky girl in latex whose boyfriend had decided to completely show her off in front of everyone. They were just in the right place at the right time and got to be part of this insane experience with us. I found that so fucking hot. There was one guy Jax told me about afterwards who I don't even properly remember because I was too busy getting fisted! He was this young Asian guy, probably early 20s, quite nerdy looking and seemed a little shy. Jax told him he could touch me and apparently the guy looked like he couldn't believe what was happening 😂 He started really gently stroking my leg while watching everything, completely mesmerised. Then Jax told him he could touch my tits and apparently his face was just pure disbelief. When Jax told me about it afterwards I found that ridiculously hot. Just imagining that for this random guy, he might have walked into KitKat that night having absolutely no idea what was about to happen and suddenly he's involved in someone else's fantasy that probably feels like one of his own. There's actually loads more from that night but this has already turned into an essay and it's hard not to just ramble! so ill leave it at that. But I do want to say one thing because this is probably why the whole experience meant so much to me. I know a lot of you probably see what I post now and just assume I've always been this ridiculously sexual, confident girl. I really haven't. If you've followed me from the beginning, or you've read some of my older posts about what I was like before meeting Jax and opening up sexually, you'll know I used to be really shy and pretty sexually repressed. There are fantasies I wouldn't even have admitted out loud to myself a few years ago. So to go from that to walking through a packed Berlin club in latex with my tits and pussy out... to being held open in front of strangers while Jax uses my pussy... and actually being able to let myself enjoy every fucking second of it... I can't properly put into words what that feels like. Jax has helped me realise there isn't anything wrong with embracing that part of myself or enjoying my slutty fantasies. And apparently once that door opened I decided to sprint straight through it 😂 So yeah... A few years ago I wouldn't have even admitted to myself I wanted to experience something like that. Now I've actually lived it it's made me want even more 🙈 I'm definitely not done exploring that side of myself 🖤

Three years ago I sued @PatrickByrne for lying about me. He claimed that I took a bribe and committed treason. He implied I was in some part responsible for the Hamas attack of October 7th. His lies caused real damage and endangered my family. On Friday I was awarded $1.7M in punitive damages by a Reagan-appointed federal judge. The court determined that everything he said about me was a complete fiction. For those of you who don’t know Patrick Byrne, he is the former Overstock CEO who lost control of his company when it became public he was sleeping with convicted Russian agent Maria Butina. He is the man who was in the Oval Office with Michael Flynn and Sidney Powell leading up to the January 6th insurrection. He is a clownish footnote in history. But his lies travel far and wide. He is a fraud who did the bidding of Donald Trump and Steve Bannon. This isn’t the first defamation case brought against Byrne, and it won’t be the last. Even after losing, he is still doing it. He continues to tell his audience he has “three dynamite voicemails” and a former federal agent whose testimony confirms his story. Byrne had three years to bring that evidence to court. He never produced it. The voicemails he did produce, the court found, “do not mention a bribe, implicate contemporaneous involvement in any illegal scheme by Plaintiff, or otherwise independently corroborate Defendant’s story.” The former federal agent Byrne relied on, John Moynihan, gave sworn testimony that contradicted him. The FBI agent Byrne claimed had backed him up denied it under oath. Those are not my findings. Those are the findings of a federal court. And nothing prevents Byrne from releasing the voicemails he keeps promising his audience. He never has, because the court has already listened to what he produced and found they prove nothing. Patrick will try not pay this judgment. He didn’t pay the $34,969 the court ordered six months ago either. His strategy is delay. Fire the lawyer. Skip the hearing. File nonsense with courts that have already ruled. Repeat the lie on Alex Jones while the clock runs. He is not a whistleblower or a spy. He is a man who got played by a Russian intelligence asset, lost his company over it, and has been performing a spy fantasy on the internet ever since. He is a coward who wouldn’t even show up in court to face me. He is hiding in Dubai, where he fled during my case to avoid being deposed, and told the court a story about a Venezuelan hit squad to explain it. He will run from this judgment the same way he ran from my trial. Fine. Every defamatory statement is a new lawsuit. I have as much time as he has words.

Challenge for you: Every single task you need to do today on your computer, have Grok Bot do it. Do NOTHING yourself It will be the single biggest productivity unlock ever The reason most people don’t get value out of AI is they don’t think big enough. They don’t use it to its maximum capability AI models and basically every frontier agent can do ANYTHING on a computer you can do now Challenged myself to do this today and got more done than I ever have before in a single day. Grok Bot was able to complete literally 100% of my tasks. Here’s everything it did: 1. Downloaded and installed Davinci Resolve then set up the new AI MCP 2. Read a sponsorship outline emailed to me, research the product, read my past emails to learn my voice, then write the ad read and sent it back 3. Negotiated another newsletter sponsorship deal for $12,000 completely on its own 4. Built a product doc for a new game I’m building then spun up cursor cloud agents to build the first slice of the game 5. Downloaded a W9 and filled out my information for me (other than my social security) so I can send it to a company 6. Generated a Stripe invoice link for another deal I’m doing 7. Created a brand new onboarding flow for my community and posted it 8. Researched the senders of several more business inquiries in my inbox 9. Set my fantasy football lineup for the weekend (Saquon about to have a bounce back year) 10. Updated my personal social analytics dashboard 11. Downloaded and loaded a new local model onto my DGX Spark then installed a Hermes agent on it and started using it as a subagent Literally EVERYTHING you need to do on your computer today, don’t do it. Ask your Grok Bot to do it instead Guarantee you get way more done in way less time