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It was an eight o’clock, morning meeting and everyone was
punctual. The Sisters would tolerate nothing less. Though
casual wear was permissible at almost any other time, official
business called for official dress. Everyone of the ladies was
wearing tailor-made suits. This was the first time I was allowed
to be present during one of the meetings, though my training was
not yet complete. My participation was marginal. I was really
only there to observe, and at times, to be studied. (more…)

I’ve been working for a large corporation for the last ten
years. I started out as a junior executive straight out of
college and finally worked my way up to middle management as
the head of the marketing division two years ago. My work
requires me to travel frequently, I’ve lived in nine
different cities so far during my career. Perhaps that’s
partially why I’ve never found the “right” girl to settle
down with and marry. Another contributing factor - maybe the
biggest factor - is that I’m highly sexed and very
promiscuous, sort of a male nymphomaniac. I’m always very
careful not to contract any social diseases, but I’ve still
been able to enjoy many different kinds of sex with many
different partners, both female and male. I really have no
preference for any particular kind of activity or fetish - I
enjoy it all. (more…)

Jan had started seeing Doctor Stevens only after getting tremendous
pressure from her best friend, Donna. Jan insisted that she really
didn’t have a problem that required the services of a psychiatrist,
but Donna insisted that she talk to Dr. Stevens, so she went. Jan
still believed that she didn’t need to go, but had been learning so
much about herself and her life that she went each week. Besides,
she really liked the Doctor, and could afford the visits, so why
not.

I should pause, here to tell you a little about Jan. She is Vice
President of Sales with a medium size electronics manufacturer in
the midwest. She is respected by everyone who deals with her as a
tough but fair executive who knows her business and manages people
very effectively. Her sales force calls her “The Iron Lady” but not
in her presence. It is obvious the first time you meet her that she
is a beautiful woman who could easily have become a top paid model
or actress but in her role as a business woman, she tones the
beauty down to “attractive” by her dress, demeanor and sparing use
of makeup. (more…)

I had this really good friend named Dave who also had a friend
named Rusty. Well, Rusty had this really knockout girlfriend named
Candy. Dave is a real bullshitter and I didn’t believe half of the
wild stories he told, so I just ignored his comments about how wild
Candy got when she got drunk. He told me how Rusty was the type of
guy that only wanted it about once or twice a week and Candy wanted it
once or twice an hour. Since she was a “good little girl” she
couldn’t really cheat on Rusty, but if you got her drunk, she would do
anything and not feel guilty about it. (more…)

Marguerite stood on her toes and craned her neck, trying to catch
a glimpse of Edouard. He had just arrived from a long business trip,
and she had been very lonely without him. The 7 years they had been
together had dulled neither of their passion, and she could feel the
familiar wetness between her legs as she thought of lying next to his
strong, muscular body again. What exciting times they had had, nights
that had seemed too short to contain their ardor, and sunshine-filled
days. Although he was a well-respected white businessman and she a
mere quadroon woman, condemned to spend the rest of her life at the
fringes of real society, he had never treated her with anything but
the utmost respect. (more…)

Albert couldn’t wait for tonight. Lois told him, as he left
for work this morning, “Hurry home big boy. I’ve got a fun
suprise waiting for you when you get home tonight!” Just to
keep him thinking about it all through the day, she opened her
nightgown, revealing her large belly. Lois was six months
pregnant. But that hadn’t slowed her appetite for Albert’s big
cock, nor his lust for his beautiful wife.
Alberta and Lois had an “unusual” marriage, to say the least.
Aside from the obvious fact that she was black and he was
white, they were very sexually liberated, and were willing
to try anything at least once. And being a very horny couple,
they tried most everything more than once! (more…)

My new job was pretty good — better pay, better opportunities for
promotion, more responsibility — but the commute back and forth was
getting tedious. Lots of people would say that the 35 minutes each
way wasn’t bad, but I was used to the five-minute commute I was used
to. I’d started listening to the radio more intently than had been my
custom, partly for the traffic reports but mostly to avoid boredom. I
had tried listening to books on cassette tape, tried to think about
work and keep notes about decisions and ideas, tried singing along
with the radio. Everything helped, but nothing made a real difference.
The commute was just plain boring. (more…)

Archive-name: Fantasy/karene2.txt
Archive-author: Jim and Meg Norris
Archive-title: Karen Eliot’s Excellent Adventures # 2

Karen sat at her bar in the small pool of light cast by a desk
lamp. She keyed the remote and was immediately jolted by the
intense volume in her headphones. She quickly adjusted to the
digital rock’n'roll. She extracted one of the two sugar cubes from
the small ziploc and dropped it into the clear water which about
half filled the blue crystal glass. Karen watched the thin tendrils
and bubbles climbing upward from the dissolving cube. When only a
vestige of the cube remained, Karen stirred the water. The painted
Emperor penguin atop the glass stir stick turned and spun. Clasped
lightly in Karen’s regal fingers, it completed the ceremonial
preparation. Karen raised the glass and drank the water in several
unhurried swallows. With a phrase, she invoked her hypnotically-
installed interface metaphor and prepared to enter the always open
playground of her mind.
Karen closed her eyes. As always, the first effect to hit was
the intense joy. Beyond euphoria, she was lit by the electric
pleasure of cognition. The acceleration of her awareness took
Karen’s breath away. She was filled with a sense of vibrant energy;
restless, resisting confinement, awaiting purpose. Karen waited,
still and receptive, enjoying her most powerful and balanced hit of
L+ yet. Her face was transformed by a wide grin. Everything that
she experienced seemed hilarious. The boundless soul laughed at
every aspect of its voluntary earthly confinement. The joyous
feelings mellowed and Karen could feel the visual effect hitting.
She opened her eyes. Her will twisted the perspective of her
view. With slight effort, she could see the framework of points
underlying her previous perspective. Karen loved to come to the
grid of brilliant spectral colors pulsing on a background of the
deepest black. She shifted her perspective further into the grid.
The perception of her immediate surroundings become masked by the
perspective switching. With the underlying grid mostly in violet
with some green, she could see her world alongside. With the grid
shifted to yellow and blue, her world became a fading afterimage.
The final displacement was to orange and red grid lines. The
delicate flows between the white node points connected by the grid
lines were clearly discernable. Karen relaxed, her mind still.
When she felt totally cleansed, Karen twisted her perspective back
to her physical circumstances.
The point framework faded, but the clear joy remained. Karen
tamped the last of her Mendocino purple kush into the bong bowl.
She smoked several hits of the famous one-hit shit.

Karen piloted her 16-valve yupster through the thickening early
morning traffic. She drove to her favorite regional park,
occasionally playing with the shapes of the fluffy clouds to the
sounds of blasting rock’n'roll. The promising gusts of wind earlier
had picked up to a steady breeze.
She was easily able to fit into the street side parking space
left by a suit driving a boat that didn’t quite look like his
father’s Oldsmobile.
Karen removed the two bags with her gear from the car and set
off on foot. Her favorite visual hallucination was immediately
operational; the clouds were false colored. The resolution improved
as she watched. Horizontal and vertical movement was highlighted to
the degree of magnitude. Movement tails were plotted against the
latlong grid on the sky that suddenly appeared. Her left eye
displayed additive color mixture and her right showed subtractive
mixture. She blinked rapidly several times before establishing gray
scale; positive on left, negative on right. With several more
blinks she tested the binocular gray of her shaded object view mode.
She switched the tactical overlay on and enjoyed the instant
replacement. Dense monochrome axial and edge lines defined the
plotted objects in her wireframe view mode. She blinked rapidly and
switched the representation color; red, orange, yellow, green, blue,
violet. Trees moving in the breeze appeared as fractal fluff. She
toyed briefly with switching visibility of the hidden lines before
halting on the small hilltop that she’d walked to. The position was
ideal for kite flying; an unobstructed hilltop with a comfortably
calm lee side. Karen willed the visual hallucination suite off.
Once Karen had unpacked everything that she needed, the special
components of her custom kite were arrayed about her in small
unitary bags. Moving lithely, she fitted the machined alloy tubes
through the fabric. With some flexing of the frame tubes, the
assembly locked into position. The dihedral looked perfect to her
practiced eye. She quickly attached her toys to the kite. This was
to be the final test of the digital camera. The stoner-friendly (more…)

Hey everyone, here is a joke I d like to share
—
A good fuck costs nothing, but gives much. It reaches those who
receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a
moment, but the memory sometimes lasts a lifetime. None is so
rich or mighty that he can get along without it, and none is so
poor but that he can be made richer by it. A good fuck creates
happiness in the home, fosters goodwill in business, and is the
countersign of friendship. It brings rest to the weary, cheer
to the discouraged. A good fuck is sunshine to the sad, and is
nature’s best antidote for trouble.

Yet, it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is
of no value to anyone until it is given away. Some people are
too tired to give you a good fuck. Give them one of yours, as none
needs a good fuck so such as he who has no more to give.

:)