#this is meta

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Filthy, that was the only way he could describe what was laid before him, utter filth.

The words that had landed on his desk were foul and dirty, and he could hardly believe they were written by an admirer of his.

Yet they also had the effect of spitting into his hand, bringing it down to run along his cock, while his other hand held up the pages, reading these little notes, tiny blurbs of how they wanted him to breed them, call him Daddy, smell their underwear-