Jamie85

At the moment, I'm really sort of neutral. Things trade off. I hate my job but I'm addicted to eating on a regular basis and living inside. As for the sex thing, I've been depressed for the past month until a guy that answered an ad I ran on C/L a while back texted me wanting a B/J. I was beside myself at the concept of getting a cock in my mouth for the first time in about 3 weeks and, even more, the idea of getting to swallow cum. I really need to get out more. I find that the less cum I get, the more depressed I get. Who knew that cum prevents depression?

I'm not sure I'm addicted to being bred, but feel strongly I'm about to fall over that edge. I know I'm addicted to cum since I'm a ready cocksucker and, if that cock meets my mouth hard or not, I've gotten cum out of all but one of them and swallowed every drop I got the chance. On the other hand, I've been fucked by two men so far (sorry, I don't get out much) and only been bred by one, but started feeling that addiction to having that one to continue fucking and seeding me whenever I can entice him to. I really need to get out more. Is there anyone in the Memphis area that can help me out with continuing my addiction to being bred?

The very first day I met Buck, I knew he was a kinky son of a bitch. That's what I love about him. What I don't love about him is that, at his insistence, I'm still locked into this damned chastity device. That's what this story is about. Let's get a few terms straight. I'm a bottom. He's a top. I know that there's several definitions of kink. The popular initials are BDSM. These don't explain our relationship. While I am somewhat into the B/D part of this, I'm definitely not into the S/M part. Thankfully neither is Buck. He will apply pain but not for the act of causing it. He doesn't get off on hurting people or his bottoms just to please himself. I suppose the D/S initials best describe our relationship. He's the Dominant and I'm the submissive. It happened when we met and it's still working. He's in charge and I obey. I can't help myself. He had been out of town for work and was supposed to gone for two weeks. I hated that since it meant I wouldn't have access to his kinkiness or domination. I weakly took advantage of his absence to take advantage of my most secret fantasy. I've long held a fantasy of enforced chastity. I had played at it on and off for the last couple years, but it was strictly solo. None of the guys I've dealt with on more than hit it situations wanted anything to do with it to the point I finally learned to keep it to myself. I didn't hear a knock. I didn't hear his key in my lock. He appeared out of nowhere while I was at my computer with my headphones on. I jumped like hell when I felt his hands on my shoulders. I relaxed when I realized who it was, then tensed up when I remembered that he didn't know. I hadn't mentioned my chastity fantasies to Buck and here I was sitting in my desk chair wearing only a t-shirt and my chastity device. He started to lick my neck leading up to biting my neck and apparently got a clear view of my tiny little cock in its chastity device. Of course, he asked what was going on down there. He already knew I was totally passive and completely bottom. I was still mortified that he had caught me that off guard and that I now had to completely submit to his question. Minutes later I had told him what it was and why I was locked in it. I had to admit to Buck that, while my primary sexual interests and reliefs was sucking cock and being fucked, that, when I wasn't engaging in either action, I would often jerk off. He asked if I thought that was unusual. Suddenly I didn't see my masturbation as unusual outside of my not wanting to use my little pecker for anything else, but strangely, Buck did. He instantly knew how to use my misinterpretation against me. He instantly knew that if I wasn't either getting cock up my ass or in my mouth that I finally resorted to jerking off. It apparently brought out his Dominant side in an insidious way. He asked where the keys were. Since I was his sub, I got up and gave them to him. Both keys. He did ask and I admitted that those were the only keys to the lock. Then the questions began. He asked how long I had been locked in it. I told him that I had locked myself in the night he left. His next question was how long had I been locked in. I admitted that the longest I had stayed locked in it was two weeks, before I had weakened and unlocked myself to jerk off. He was silent for about two minutes and asked me how long I thought I could stay locked. I took a deep breath and considered several possibilities at the same time. I was aware enough to realize I was about to enter either Heaven or Hell. I quite consciously told him that it was tolerable enough I could endure it until he felt it time to let me out. Later that evening I regretted not letting him know about my chastity fantasies. He fucked me twice and came in my mouth/throat three times. Imagine him taking my being at his complete mercy as to when I got any sort of sexual relief other than from him to his advantage. The next day he put it out in the open. He wanted to keep me locked. It really turned him on and tweaked his imagination. The following morning after breakfast he asked me how strong my chastity fantasies were. I wasn't wearing it at that moment despite surrendering the keys to him the previous night. I told him I knew I was a bottom and my little cock didn't matter to a top. He smiled a bit, then urged me to continue because I hadn't answered his question. I finally answered. "Sir," I swallowed and took a deep breath, "I wish you to lock that device on me and keep me locked as long as you wish." I hesitated a moment, wishing I knew how Buck was going to take what I was saying and wondering if I really meant it. I continued, "My sexual relief relies on serving you orally or anally as you wish." "Good boy," he said, "Go get it and bring it in here." I instantly went to fetch it. He inspected it piece by piece, then asked if I could get out of it. I told him I hadn't really tried but it took me a while to get used to it, but once I did it felt comfortable. "What say we try a month locked and you try to get out of it?" My eyes went wide and I know I betrayed myself. I wanted and hated the idea at the same time. Fantasy and Hell at the same time, I brought it on myself I sort of thought, I let him find out. Looking back, it was a wonderful month. Buck was horny as hell knowing that I was absolutely unable to get any sort of sexual relief and loved teasing me about it while he was thrusting his cock up my ass. "You love being a fuck toy don't you bitch? You know your place. You don't get to cum, only real men get to, Right?" I agreed and meant it at that moment. The next morning got very real. I woke up early as I normally do. Buck was already up and handed me a coke and a paper plate with the key to my chastity device. I looked at him with a longing glance then handed him the plate back. "You're sure you know that you've just surrendered your sexual relief to me completely don't you?" I nodded. "Say it!" he ordered. "You own my cock and chastity Sir. I'm your toy to use as you please." For the next two months he took that to heart and kept me locked in the device. I would say I was horny as hell despite being fucked and kept mouth full of cock the whole time. Buck's dominant side really took over after his finding my real secret and it fueled him, but the occurrences of December 31st really caught me off guard. That morning Buck kissed me, and ordered me into the living room of what was now our apartment. I brought a towel and spread it on the couch, afraid his cum would leak out of me and stain it. He handed me a pair of dice. I looked puzzled I know. He smiled and told me we were about to play a game. I asked. He told me a chastity game. I had to look puzzled to him again. He told me to roll the dice, so I did. They came up what they call 'snake eyes'. "Hmmm" he remarked, adding "That's not good for you." "What do you mean?" I responded. "You just rolled to see how many orgasms you get this year and got two." I was suddenly completely awake but didn't complain. He handed me the dice again and told me to roll them again, telling me that this roll would be multiplied by ten second slices to determine how long I had to jerk myself off to orgasm when I was released. I should have asked for a trial roll since it came up 'snake eyes' again. I suspected loaded dice. "So," I asked with what rebelliousness I had left, "You're telling me that I only have twenty seconds to jack myself off?" His self satisfied grin was my answer. He meant it. I was going to have two twenty second opportunities to jerk myself to orgasm over the next year. I was strangely satisfied and frustrated at the same time. Again Buck handed me the dice, and instructed me to roll them again. I was really puzzled and asked the significance of the outcome. "This roll will determine how many loads of cum you must take on the days you're to be released for your orgasms," he replied. 'Shit', I thought to myself.

I seem to sense a consensus here. Me, I'm not a size queen. I'm interested in a willing top that's ready to feed/breed me. As far as my requirements for size I'm more concerned about the size of the load than I am of the cock delivering it. YMMV

I was puzzled at the topic at first, but, after reading, I understand I think. Hookups/sex is one thing. Relationships are something else altogether. I've sucked several guys off but only been fucked by one guy. That's still not the point I think. Being in a steady relationship with one man and finding him? That's something completely different. So many facets there. Nobody pays attention to two guys rooming together. I suppose the question comes down to who knows who's gay and why does it matter if they do? I'm married to a female, but only deal sexually with males for the past few years. She says I'm bi but I play gay. You have to decide for yourself. If it's your concern what the world thinks of you, ask yourself how it affects you financially, job wise, family wise, then make your decision. That being said, family is pretty strong. Either they love YOU or they don't, gay or otherwise. Hope I understood your question.

You have finally given me a name for just what I like. I love to have a guy whose only interest is to pull his cock out so I can suck as much cum out as possible then leave unless he's able to rest a few minutes then provide another one.

I'm not sure any answer I could give would help. For me, it was the idea of swallowing cum that got me into sucking cock in the first place. Admittedly, my first time, I didn't know what to expect, but I went into the encounter specifically to suck cock and swallow his cum. He came by, he cummed and I was pleasantly surprised that his cum tasted good to me. From my experience at this point, his body might warn you by his oozing pre-cum a bit before he does really cum. If you've experienced that, then you pretty much know what it might taste like. On the other hand, if it isn't the taste that's putting you off of accepting the best reward of cock-sucking you can get, I haven't got much to help you with. Apparently I'm just a ready cock-sucker.

I'm making notes here. I've had the same sort of questions but never asked. Thank you all for all of the suggestions.

I'm presently wearing a chastity device and working toward 24/7 periods of up to 3 months if all goes well. Once that goal is met, I plan on leaving my confinement period completely up to my key holder. Feel free to message me at your convenience.

I can't tell you how to deal with married men, I don't ask. Yes, you can have or develop a fetish for married men. Apparently it's pretty common and, when it works correctly, gets you a regular fuck buddy. I'm sympathetic that you feel bad about fooling around with someone who's married, but, take into consideration, he's the one cheating on his wife if that's your concern. If he wasn't fucking you, he would be fucking someone else. Me? I would take advantage of that sort of situation and make myself as available to him as we could both manage while it lasts. So far, I've had a semi-regular, on again, off again sexual relationship with a guy who claims an Significant Other. Do I care? Only if his indiscretions with me gets him caught and hurt physically. That would bother me. YMMV

You've got your idea of what you want out of the encounter. In my case, you seem to pretty much be the sort of guy I would enjoy topping me. While I like a conversation if there's a chance of a rematch, if you're a fuck and disappear like a ghost, it doesn't bother me much. I don't expect reciprocation and, quite frankly, don't really want it. I suck, I take cock and cum. That's what seems to please me in my encounters. I can't speak for others, but basically, based on your topic, I don't think you're selfish as long as your encounters are hookups and based on what they seem to want. You meet with me, ready to be sucked then fuck me, cum and ready to leave, that works for me. If I enjoy it, I'll invite you back and accept the same sort of situation, You show up, feed or seed me then leave, not concerned about my sexual relief or situation.

I've said it before in other threads, but, If I let a top into my ass bare, I'm pretty much expecting his cum inside my ass. Hopefully he's been truthful about his status if that matters to me at that moment. If not, I played my hand, win or lose. I'm not one to tell a top, once he's fucking me, NOT to cum in me. I've already made that decision when I let him penetrate me sans condom. Your Mileage may vary.

I was in my 50's and found myself with too much time on my hands for a brief period. I had been having male on male fantasies and had discovered Craigslist Personals and answered an ad concerning a guy my age who wanted his cock sucked. That was my first experience. I sucked his cock once a week or so for a while then got greedy for a while. You were asking about how to start, that's how I did after a lifetime of 'straight'.

Since I'm the one who started this thread, I felt that I should add another fantasy I would love to live out. I think I mentioned the idea of my being bound and "forced" to accept cock and, especially, cum but I have been finding myself more and more turned on by the whole anonymous cum dump idea of hosting myself, or letting my B/F pimp me out on all of the bareback sites, picking me up on Friday afternoon and dropping me home Sunday about 5pm or so. Meanwhile, my B/F/Chaperon/Pimp has managed to keep me blindfolded the entire time, occasionally tying me to the bed face down and only lets me shower when he thinks I stink too much for the next guy to fuck me. I don't get to eat much, just snack, a quick drink of water between the endless parade of horny fuckers just wanting a hole, or now sloppy hole to dump a load in. He keeps me blindfolded and I'm not sure if he videos or just takes pics of my being fucked. As he drops me off Sunday, he tells me that he's sorry but he can't see me again, because, when he ran the ads, he made sure to mention that neither he nor I were worried about status, just that we both wanted as much cum as humanly possible up my ass. I pity the whoever has to clean the room. They would probably have to replace the mattress and the carpet. ;0

Things had been a bit dry between my regular feeder for about a month, so I checked C/L of all places. Most of the ads turn me off because I don't fit their demands. I found one that fit me and piqued my interest. Long story short, I was contacted by my regular feeder, got him, got his cum and managed to get the new guy from C/L to drop by and feed me too. He was different for me. He wasn't particularly well hung but was well worth sucking. I'm not particularly good at deep throat but he and I was a perfect fit and he grabbed my head just as he was about to cum and held me in place as he shot his load down my throat, something I've wanted done for a long, long time. I don't know if I'll get to suck him off again, but I loved his performance.

Darn, I'm late to this topic. RawLeather, Nelliess and bottombottoy all beat me to it. I have a tremendous weakness for interracial sex and ALWAYS the top has to be black fucking and seeding the white guy, while I'm jealous and wishing it was me that was being used and left full of his cum. I hope I'm not out of line in letting any black tops that might find themselves in my area know that I would love to play this fantasy out.

Hopefully it was a script kiddie playing around. Either that or misdirected malware trying to disguise it's real target. Glad you're up

Hmmm, first time sucking was me responding to a Craigslist ad. Afraid to meet him at my house for the first time, I met him at a nearby fast-food place. We retired to my car and talked briefly. He followed me home and I sucked a cock for the first time. I was in my early 50's at the time. First time fucked was a different situation. I had met and been readily orally servicing my present F/B for about a year or so on weekends and got bold on one encounter. He was multi-orgasmic at the time and after sucking and swallowing the first load out, I took the initiative and told him I had never been topped before and would he be interested in being the first? He was and he did. I got my first load raw.

You've definitely given this concept a great deal of thought. Far more than I had or probably would. You are correct that if there were NO consequences to one's behavior, who knows what one would do. I suppose what I should have asked was what fantasies you would fulfill IF there was some sort of "Do over" pill, or "Thank Goodness the worst didn't happen." situation to follow it up afterwards. Maybe if you rubbed a magic lamp anda Genie was there to grant you three wishes, so choose your wishes carefully should have been my question.

My preference is to suck and swallow. I love getting cum however I can get it, but I know it's far easier to talk guys into letting me suck their cocks than fucking me bare. They'll pull their cocks out for a blowjob far quicker than a fuck. That said, there's nothing like the feeling of bending over and submitting to a dominant male who is simply wanting to dump a load in my ass while I wait helplessly for him to reward me by leaving his cum inside me.

I know everyone here has their fantasies. Lord knows I've got more than I can type about. In my case most of the fantasies translate into situations I would most likely not not attempt by any means to fulfill because I would be afraid to either deal with the consequences or the "Oh shit, what did I get myself into?" situation. I'm curious about this line of fantasy. I have my acting as a willing cum-dump fantasy. I have another where I allow someone to secure me to some sort of bondage fixture and they whore me out for a complete weekend to anyone with a dick. I'm curious to hear about the dark fantasies that you might harbor but would never or likely never go through with. The sort of fantasies that if there was a do over, or you don't have to actually suffer the consequences of, that you might set up. Mods, if I've posted this in the wrong forum, please move it and let me know.

Just now, my B/F - FB whatever term you want to use, just left and his load is soaking into my panties right now. It's been three weeks since we've seen each other and I had a new porn DVD made up just for the occasion. BTW did I mention he fucked me and I felt him cumming in me. Signed Sloppy bitch.

I was puzzled and still somewhat incoherent on the way home. I was familiar to being weed and alcohol buzzed, but I didn't know what was buzzing me still. I wasn't incapacitated, just unfamiliar. I was following the conversation and kicking in, but not entirely sure I was understanding it all at first. I learned that Paul had taken part in several of the breeding parties. I wasn't sure how I had missed noticing his mannerisms. Caught up in the moment I suppose as well as not expecting him to be there. Seems his idea was the same as what he had suggested early on before introducing me to the host. He liked the idea of my being fucked and bred bare. He slowly admitted it was a tremendous turn on for him to get to see it happen. He even more slowly admitted that he found himself somewhat jealous seeing me so willing to take cock that easily and willingly. Still, he blatantly told me, he enjoyed getting to watch me getting fucked by men I couldn't see and readily accepting the fact that they were about to pump their cum into my ass. He knew I was a potential cum-dump and loved the idea. I was his ideal cum slut as he put it. What had caused the problem was the session where the host announced later in the bottom's room was the fact that there was an HIV positive top involved in it. The HIV part of it had never figured into the situation for Paul. What shocked and wrecked him was my wanton descent into bug chasing. Once exposed, I quickly accepted that I was probably positive and my wanting more bare cock and cum to the point that I was willing to accept any and all cocks and cum, positive or not. He couldn't wrap his head around my mindset. Looking back, I suppose I was a fatalistic, all or nothing sort at hearing that I had taken a load of cum from a known HIV positive top and over reacted. I had the idea that, once I had been exposed, I was going to be pozzed. I had mentally accepted the idea that I might as well take as many positive loads as negative loads since I was mentally posed to accept the worst. I intended to try and make the best of it since I was potentially positive and simply accept any load of cum which, for whatever reason, seemed to sooth my mind. If I was positive, what does it matter? In hindsight, I should have thought about the regular breeding sessions. Odd are odds, but the strangest things happen. Paul still was the pivot here. He set me up to the gang fuck situations because of his particular kink. I was a very willing victim. Scratch the word 'victim', I was a willing participant. I wanted, liked, loved being fucked bare, raw, by multiple anonymous men and more than willing to take their cum without knowing anything about them. He didn't figure his interest in me. He had been there, seen and participated in fucking me. He had picked me back up after he had accepted the HIV situation. He didn't care now. It had been hit or miss while he sorted his mind out, but, finally, it was his interest in getting to watch me getting fucked and his getting to be the one to leave the final load in me. Make no mistake, he still lets, 'makes' me attend the breeding parties, but he attends them also. Sometimes I think I can tell that he's the one fucking me, but I don't let on that I can tell. I just enjoy getting fucked and filled by all those other anonymous guys that he's possibly and probably seen and I will never see or know. I just enjoy and hope to continue to be a ready bottom for these breeding parties. -30-

Good thing this thread is still here. For some reason, my Word file just lost the last two weeks of entries. I was looking for it so I could work on the finale. And, Yea, Mackyjay, it is somewhat drawn out. I actually intended the first entry to be the ONLY entry concerning this story. Everyone cheered me on so I stretched it out. Thank you all for your warm responses and encouragement.

It seems to me that if you let someone put his cock into your ass bare then you shouldn't complain if he leaves his cum inside you. Me? It's up to him. I'll suck to swallow or, if he thinks my ass is pretty enough, I'll take his cock bare and he can either feed or breed me. I do love hearing his breathing change and feeling his stroking increase as he's feeling the urge to cum. It's still up to him. I'll take the cum anywhere he wants to leave it but prefer it either in my mouth for me to swallow or as deep as possible inside my ass. It surprised me a week after my solo situation that I not only met Paul but let him spend the weekend with me. Something had changed it seemed. He was the horniest bastard I had ever seen him be. That's why I let him stay for the entire weekend. He did share a beer or so every so often, but he was insatiable. He seemed intent on having me either sucking his cock and having me swallow his cum or bending me over and leaving me well fucked and bred every couple hours. I was wondering if he had gotten a prescription for Viagra and abused the hell out of it the way he kept up with me. It nagged at the back of my mind that he might be trying to lure me away from the breeding parties but I knew he was far smarter than that. He surely knew that I had to have more anonymous cock and cum. Surprisingly, the subject of my status was never discussed. Two weeks later, mid-week, I received a text from the host. He wanted to set up an extended breeding party, starting on a Friday evening and extending into Saturday as far as the tops would appear and attend. His question to me amounted to was I available and would I be willing to be the sole bottom for the session. I texted back asking if status was known or part of this breeding set. The answer was short. "Does it matter?" I responded by simply asking "What time?" I had questions when I arrived but kept them to myself. It was clear I was indeed the only bottom as I arrived. There were a number of vehicles in the parking lot so I was intrigued. It looked to me that it would be a constant gangbang for the first part of the evening. The preliminaries were over quickly. I stripped in the bottom's room and was met by one attendant who blindfolded me, led me to the fucking bench and quickly secured me. What surprised me was he immediately mounted me himself and fucked for several minutes. What a way to start. I snapped for poppers and was met with, "You'll get your poppers when I get through." I knew who my popper friend was now. I begged him to breed me, give me what I wanted. It was still several minutes away but I was finally awarded with his animalistic grunting and his clinching my hips as he plunged into my ass and held there for a minute or more. He stroked in and out slowly afterwards then pulled out. "There," he said, "you're lubed up." I was surprised that I didn't feel anything warm on my scrotum, so I assumed that he had either used a condom or simply didn't shoot a large load. I found myself wondering if this was actually part of the intended party tonight or if he simply took advantage of the situation. Either way, I wasn't going to complain. I quickly learned that he had taken advantage of his position, and intended to keep it between the two of us. The host announced that it was going to be a single bottom and, unfortunately for the tops, they would have to decide between themselves the order that they would be using me. It was made clear to me, however, I was expected to be available to take cock and cum for the next twenty four hours, that I was to be at the beck and call of the tops. In my estimate the first hour was the busiest. I took, by my best guess, at least eight different cocks and, hopefully, that many loads of cum. I was a happily accepted constant invasion of my ass. I was kept full of various sized cocks and, apparently after having satisfied his lust, my friend was very prompt with the poppers. I almost didn't have to snap. I tried my best to keep count and did up till about number twenty two. Surprisingly, I wasn't sore or hurting. I was obviously being fucked bare and they were all cumming inside me. My balls were kept warm by a continuous leak of seminal fluid. Out of that strange corner of my mind, I wondered who cleaned this room and what did they think? The number of cocks fucking me slowed considerably but the duration kicked up as the night slowed. Instead of cock after cock fucking me, I was being steadily fucked by one guy for quite some time. He came after an estimated half hour or so then was replaced by another cock that started a slow paced stroking that took several minutes to increase. This newer cock slowly increased his pace but still took some time to even sound as though he was approaching his climax. He finally slowed and plunged into me. After he pulled out, I felt that, now familiar and happy feeling of warmth flowing onto my scrotum. I knew he had finally cum. He mumbled something that I didn't understand and the host told me that he wanted me to know that he had pleased himself three times and to thank me for it. I had no idea what time it was, but I heard the door open again. The host welcomed the additional tops and thanked them for making time for tonight's entertainment. The pace of my getting fucked picked up for a couple hours by my best guess. Instead of just one cock in me for a long time, it was a virtual slideshow of cocks for the next couple hours at various intervals ranging from three to twenty minutes apiece. I was loose as hell, my guts on fire and my balls covered with cum. I was in ecstasy. I had been hitting the poppers quite often but not for relief. There hadn't been any cocks that were painfully obtrusive for the evening, so I had been enjoying myself up to that point. The poppers kept me going but I was beginning to wear thin. I didn't know what time it was but was still enjoying the sexual attention. I was, at last, the sole hole in a gangbang, something that most gay men only dreamed of. I noted that the number of cocks slowed again but the duration of the fucking went up again. I settled my mind back to the neutral position and simply controlled my breathing to enjoy the sensations. The next several hours became a blur. I drifted in and out, finding myself, on occasion, actually falling asleep while being fucked and wakened as the next guy slipped in. For a while it got to where I was almost asleep and only waking as I heard the top about to cum. I was puzzled at how that could be happening. Was I that tired? I vaguely remember taking cock after cock and each cock fit very comfortably inside my ass. I do remember thinking I was feeling quite warm, and wondered why, but I knew I simply wanted more and more cock, more cum. I wanted each man to leave his load in my ass. More hours passed, and as the morning light arrived, the number of tops slowed and I began to recover from that warm, horny feeling that I suddenly recalled feeling during the last time I was whored out. At some point I had been drugged and didn't know how. It hadn't been unpleasant but unexpected. I suddenly wanted that feeling again. I was already unnaturally horny toward being fucked and bred but I found that I loved that warmth that increased that horniness. I had to find out what had happened just as I felt another load of cum being pumped into me. Saturday evening arrived and I was somewhat oblivious to it. I had gotten far too comfortable on the bench and, mentally, being a cum dump. My only attachments to being human at that point was the vague feelings of hunger and thirst. The host made drinks available to me after I was released and apologized at not having thought of it earlier. I was strangely buzzed in a manner I didn't fully realize but felt myself coming down. The host told me that I had full run of the facilities for the night if I wished. I declined telling him I wanted to go home. He pronounced me not capable of leaving in my condition, but insisted someone would drive me home. My head still wasn't straight after showering. Normally, I would have attempted to leave as much cum inside me as possible, but in any event my balls and thighs were coated with cum, so I showered. I was shocked to see that Paul had commanderered my keys and would drive me home. The conversation on the way home was, to say the least, quite interesting.