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Archive-name Miscelloldtimestxt

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

Archive-author: RICHH
Archive-title: Seems like Old Times

Somehow my brother had managed to score some dope of the kind
that I hadn’t seen around in almost 5 years. We’re talking KILL.
ER. MTV was on but the sound was off. Howard pulled out some
papers. We were sitting cross-legged, on the carpet, in front of
the tv.
“Screw that,” I said. “Grab the bong.” He did.
I filled it, but just enough for one good hit. That Wilson
Philips song ‘Hold On’ came on.
“All right,” said Karen, as I took the first hit. “Quick top
ten list.”
“Topic?” asked Howard.
“Top ten things heard at a Wilson Philips party, after Chynna
and Wendi have gone outside to make out with their boyfriends.”
I half-laughed, half-choked, and passed the bong to my
brother.
“Excellent,” I said. “Number 10–Such a pretty face.”
Karen said, “9–a great personality.”
My brother scored big with “She writes *all* the songs you
know.”
But Karen topped it with “Brian was the most talented.”
Karen did her hit and I said “She was a champion swimmer in
grade school, you know.”
“What number is that?” asked Karen, whose eyes were already
mere slits.
“Number two–,” said Howard, “Where’s Chynna. Where’s
Wendi?”
“All right,” I said. “And the number one thing overheard at
the Wilson Philips blah blah blah–” Howard drummed a little on the
carpet. “Got any blow?”
“Careful,” I said, as the bong teetered precariously from the
encouragement of my brother’s foot.
Howard was the first to say it. “I am stoned.”
“How much of this did you get?” asked Karen.
“Just an ounce. Should last for a while at this rate.”
This was clearly true.
“Mariah Carey,” said Karen, who then stuck her finger down her
throat. The ‘Emotion’ video was on. “Turn the sound up, How,” I
said.
“You don’t *like* her, do you?” asked Karen.
“Gimme a break. I just wonder if she hits those notes on her
back, too.”
“Figures.”
“Wait,” said Karen, her eyes opening suddenly. She turned the
sound down on Mariah. “I’ve got an idea. I’ve got to say it now,
because I only think of it when I’m stoned, you know?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellerosia06txt

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

Archive-author: David P. Thomas
Archive-title: Erosian Theory and Practice

Code of Practice

Sexual Practices & Guidelines

Based on the research to date, I have compiled a list of
sexual practices which in no way is complete. However, I
have come across a few practices which will not be
accepted withing the Code of Practice for Erosians, and I
will detail the reasons for their failure to be included.

Pedophilia – recognized as committing sexual practices
with a minor, or allowing such practices to be committed,
pedophilia is outlawed by Erosian Code of Conduct #1,2,4
and is recognized as one of the most foul and damaging of
all sex crimes.

Necrophilia – Disallowed because the dead cannot consent.

Scat – Definition (Sexual fulfillment by killing at the
point of orgasm). One of the most heinious of all crimes,
this act is in violation of all Erosians stand for.

Beastiality – Animals cannot consent to sexual practices.

Rape – The most damaging form of forced sexuality.
Reprehensible and unforgivable. Erosians must believe in
the freedom of sexuality and that which is taken and not
given is useless.

There may be additions to this list as time progresses,
and I am doing my utmost to take into consideration all
practices and their ramifications.

Below, are some thoughts and theories behind some of the
activities listed in the Code of Practice.

A,B – Anal sex has come into the limelight in the last 5
or so years, with the advent of the gay revolution. One
point must be made early on about anal sex, and that
regards hygene and disease prevention. Genital to anal sex
can and should be enjoyed if desired, but either the giver
should utilize a condom, or if that is unacceptable, care
should be take to cleanse before and afterward. Care
should also be taken to lubricate the anus prior to entry,
as anal tears are painful and prone to infection. Anal sex
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellcarpentrtxt

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009

Archive-author: Neil Bernstein
Archive-title: John the Carpenter’s Tale

(c) Neil Bernstein 1993

One Sunday, driving Dolores’ truck back from a provisioning
trip, Pete stopped along the riverbank to watch a crew of panting
scullers labor their way against the current. Their slender craft
slipped around chunks of floating ice smoothly as a ballbearing
sliding down a greased track. Got all the time they need to do
that, he thought bitterly. Men who could go home to adoring wives
and get up the next morning to go to work.
In Lombard’s General Store he met old John buying feed for his
three geldings. The man’s belly nearly split his overalls as he
carried the sacks out to his car. Pete hid a chuckle.
“You come back for coffee now,” John bellowed.
Pete could see no reason to refuse him. He followed John’s
rusty truck up a series of gravel paths, shook hands with his
pretty wife. John eased himself into a great armchair. He bade
her serve them their coffee and an endless succession of snacks:
toast, honey, ham sandwiches, spiced drumsticks, maple candies,
pear cobbler…
When she was done serving she settled back on a kitchen stool
and nursed her baby. Pete watched her play with the suckling,
bouncing him gently on her knee. He knew, feeling the certainty
only the superstitious know, that it could not be John’s child.
John had been a carpenter for twenty years. One morning he
found the work too exerting and gave it up violently, pitching his
toolbox through the window of the house he was building. He tried
a variety of jobs after that, settling on delivering the Weekly
Argus. He sat long hours alone at the head of his kitchen table,
playing solitaire late into the night, gaining ten pounds a year.
He always left a half-finished puzzle set up in the living room.
Pete remembered the last time he’d been out to John’s house.
A selectman was giving Grandpa Goosehair some problems, badmouthing
him in town meeting. The old man wanted Pete to see if John could
dig up any incriminating tax information. John looked over
everyone’s tax forms, considered it his neighborly duty. He got so
he could do the arithmetic so quickly that everyone brought him
their crumpled forms: farmers who could only read with a certain
pair of spectacles they’d lost years and years ago, folks who could
read Latin but couldn’t be bothered with figures.
Pete’d got himself lost on nameless gravel tracks and had
arrived very late. The ex-carpenter’s wife had just finished
showering and now stood before a full-length mirror. Her hips were
swathed in fine linen, her arms left half-bare by a silk-finished
nightgown. She braided her hair and rubbed fine powder and oil
into her tremulous neck. John knelt on the parlor floor, his
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Bus Driving Experience

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

In my last year of high school, I was a school bus driver. I didn’t drive
in the morning, but our high school let out at 2:30, so I drove junior
high kids home when they got out at 3. For most of the year, it was just
a job, but I had some fun, too.

In addition to being a normal, sex-crazed teenage male, some of the young
ladies who rode my bus sent my mind in a whirl. Because I was small for my
age, most of the ninth-grade girls, with their wide hips and flashing eyes
seemed kind of threatening to me. They sometimes tried to come on to me,
but it only emphasized how they thought I was their age.

I tended to fantasize more about the younger girls, to whom I apparently
appeared to be more a “grown-up.” I got a kick out of these younger
girls’ giggly flirting, especially because I was too shy to ask out
girls my own age. And I sometimes got a hard-on from glancing in my
rear-view mirror as they squirmed to talk to their friends and gave
me an unimpeded view of the well-filled panties underneath their
little-girl skirts. little-girl skirts.

One girl whom I remember was simply exceptional. Her name was Angie.
A seventh-grader, she was small for her age, too, without only a hint
of swelling in the front of her blouse or tee-shirt. From the very
first day, she always sat on the front seat, to the driver’s right. I
dropped her off at one of my last stops before taking the bus back to
the high school parking lot.

I tried to speak to all the kids as they got on and off the bus, but,
because she sat beside me, Angie and I chatted often. I found out her
father had moved to town for a one-year assignment, so she had few
friends at school. Besides, she said, they would be moving away again
as soon as school was over. In addition, Angie had gone to some kind
of advanced program where she lived before, so she was only twelve,
a year younger than the other seventh-graders.

Throughout the nine months I drove her, Angie and I talked about all
kinds of things — what we got for Christmas, local events, favorite
television shows. We talked a lot about our futures and interests.

Angie wanted to be a model and a dancer. She had the elfin build
and pixie features that would have made her a terrific model. Her
dark-blonde hair was cut with bangs in front and was long in the
back. She sometimes wore it in some kind of fancy braid, but mostly
in a simple pony tail. Because she liked wearing short skirts, I
was able to tell her she had great legs for her prospective dancing
career. Whenever I said something personal like that, she smiled
and blushed.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Bay Area Rapid Fucking

Friday, April 3rd, 2009

Their eyes had met at the turnstile….his fare ticket had been
returned with a “See Attendant” notice, and his blush was very
noticeable against his blonde beard. Rachael smiled sympathetically
as he moved aside and let her through.

“Sexy eyes.”, she thought to herself as she walked to the
escalator descending to the train platform. Hearing the train doors
open, she ran quickly down the slowly moving stairway and arrived just
in time to see the doors closing and the train pulling away. “Nutz!”,
she mumbled under her breath, and moved to her accustomed queue
position, where she opened her novel.

The ill-fated mad dash to the train platform had made her warm and
she removed her long coat, dropping her book in the process. As she
bent over to pick it up, her rear end bumped against the person in
back of her, and she swiftly straightened, turning to apologize. Now
it was her turn to blush as she saw that same blonde beard and sexy
eyes she had encountered upstairs at the turnstile. She had noticed
him many times before, and had imagined he had watched her a few times
as well, although she didn’t think it was true.

She averted her eyes quickly, not knowing what his thoughts were,
but she couldn’t restrain her own. She tried to go back to her book,
but couldn’t concentrate. The stranger had stepped forward to the
side to look down the tunnel for an oncoming train, and she could see
the slight bulge in his suit pants in spite of the jacket he held over
his arm. He stepped back in place behind her, and she went back to her
story.

Soon, she felt something push gently up against her ass, which
felt much like a briefcase. “He must have made a mistake.”, she
thought, and mentally forgave him. Shifting from one foot to the
other, she couldn’t help fantasizing about this stranger behind her.
She had noticed he was about her age, of average height and weight;
the kind of teddy bear she would love to hold and suckle. His face
was that average-guy good looking, with strong cheekbones (what she
could see beneath his beard), and smiling blue eyes.

“Well, what am I doing day-dreaming about him?’, she asked
herself. “After all, he probably wouldn’t even LOOK at me.” She
unobtrusively tugged at her slightly snug blouse, smoothing it over
her breasts, and rounded hips.

She had been uncomfortable all day, noticing how this blouse
accentuated her large breasts, and how the new brassier she was
wearing held them up and allowed them to bounce MUCH to much when she
walked.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Alma

Friday, March 20th, 2009

I was in the window seat of a Piedmont 737, taxiing out at
Washington National that morning. My destination was New Orleans
with a change of planes in Atlanta. As we passed the transient
ramp in front of Butler Aviation, I saw my old airplane. It had
been repainted, but bore the same numbers along each side of the
fuselage. The sight of it brought back a memory from the 1960’s
that marked the highlight of my brief career in commercial
aviation.

Officially, the airplane’s registration number — and radio call
sign — was N-5558B. But to my two partners and me — and to
the tower crew at her home airport in Opa Locka, Florida —
Beech Travelair N-5558B was “Triple Nickel 8-Ball.” She was a
outside business venture of three lawyers — my two partners and
me — who shared a criminal-law practice in Miami, and a love of
flying. Sherlock — the name my father, an Arthur Conan Doyle
fan, gave me — earned the law firm some early publicity, and we
were doing well enough to afford to buy Triple Nickel 8-Ball. Our
aviation business involved flying bags of bank checks from Miami
International Airport to Atlanta Hartsfield Airport where they
were taken by van to the Federal Reserve Depository for
processing. The income was predictable; but the flying wasn’t –
particularly in the summer when the Florida thunderstorms topped
out at about 40,000 feet.

What we admitted, to everyone but the I.R.S., was that our money-
losing business was just an excuse to fly and hang around the
airport’s Fixed Base Operation trading lies with the other pilots
and would-be pilots that inhabited the pilots’ lounge.

There was a flying school there — a collection of Cessna 150’s,
young instructors with their eyes set on the airlines, and
students from the local area. Late afternoon usually found a
fair sprinkling of women in the pilots’ lounge; some of them
students, but mostly the girl-friends of the students and
instructors. They all knew about our operation, and with
suitable hints, could wrangle a ride in Triple-Nickel-8-Ball on
our Miami-Atlanta-Miami trip when we wanted the company.

A few weeks before, the female “regulars” in the lounge had
jokingly announced formation of a local chapter of the “mile-
high” club — and that subject had replaced discussion of
instrument-approaches and engine overhaul prices. As I
understood it, the rules were simple: sex above 5280 feet,
unaided by co- (or auto) pilot. The novelty of the topic wore off
after a while; but one day a female student showed up with a
small pendant hanging from her neck on a gold chain: a set of
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscelltallclubtxt

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Tall Clubs of North America

TALL CLUBS OF NORTH AMERICA
TCNA No. 34: January 28, 1993

Atlanta Sky-Hi Club P.O. Box 52579 Atlanta GA 30355
Tall Club of Austin P.O. Box 14274 Austin TX 78761
Baltimore Tall Club P.O. Box 46074 Baltimore MD 21240-6074
Tower C. of Baltimore 6814 Mink Hollow Rd.Box 16 Highland MD 20777
Bay Area Tall Texans P.O. Box 1416 League City TX 77574-14116
Tall Club of Bend 140 S.E. Rice Way Bend OR 97702
Boston Beanstalks Tall Club 27 Indiana Terrace Newton Upper Falls MA 02164
Miqhty High Tall Singles Club 2820 Ocean Pkwy, 20F Brookland NY 11235
Calary Tall Club #418,808 Royal Ave, S.W. Calgary AB T2T Ol3, Canada
Calif. Central Coast T.C. 47 Dearbourn Pl.#27 Goleta, CA 93117
Calif. Tip Toppers Tall Club, 6436 Firebrand St. LA, CA 90045
Central Arizona Tall Society P.O. 61811 Phoenix AZ 85082-1811
Central Jersey Tall Friends Club 650 E. Main St. Bridgewater NJ 08807
Tall CLub of Central Florida P.O. Box 149111 Orlando FL 32814-9111
Charleston Tall Club P.O. Box 20304 Charleston SC 29413-0304
Paramount Tall Club of Chicago PO Box A-3523 Chicago IL 60690
High Cincinnatians Tall Club P.O. Box 1811 Cincinnati OH 45201-1811
Skyscraper Club of Cleveland P.O. Brx 6581 Cleveland OH 44101
Columbia Tall Club P.O. Box 2509 Columbia SC 29202
Columbus High Society T.C. P.O. Box 16436 Columbus OH 43216
Tall Club of Corpus Christi 4818 Olympia Dr. Corpus Christs TX 78413
Tall Texans of Dallas P.O. Box 541254 Dallas, TX 75354-1254
Timberline Club of Denver P.O. Box 571 Denver CO 80201-0571
Tip Toppers Club of Detroit P.O. Box 1838 Royal Oak MI48068-1838
Rivercity High Society T.C. P.O. Box 2671 Evansville IN 47728-0671
Florida Skyliners of Miami P.O. Box 110237 Hialeah FL 33011-0237
Fort Wayne Hi Lites Club 15808 Canyon Clen Pkwy Ft Wayne IN 46845-9730
Golden Gate Tip Toppers 1366 Funston Ave. San Francisco CA 94122
Hartford Heights P.O. Box 230456 Hartford CT 06103
Honolulu Tall Club 39A Iliahi St. Honolulu HI 96817
Towering Texans of Houston P.O. Box 27228 Houston TX 77227-7228
Rocket City Tall Club P.O. Box 7365 Huntsville AL 35807
TNT Club of Idaho P.O. Box 1533 Boise ID 83701-1533
T.C. of Indianapolis 7920 Timber Ridge Dr. Apt C Indianapolis IN 46219
Iowa Tall Club 704 Second St. Charles City IA 50616
Tall Singles of Las Vegas 3851 S. Wynn Rd. #2042 Las Vegas NV 89103-6015
Tall Club of Long Island P.O. Box 341 Carle Place NY 11514-0341
Tall City T. C. of Midland P.O. Box 5781 Midland TX 79704-5781
Skyliners T. C. of Milwaukee P.O. Box 21527 Milwaukee WI 53221-0527
Milwaukee Toppers’ T. C. P.O. Box 1122 Milwaukee WI 53201
Twin Cities Tall Club P.O. Box 581091 Minneapolis MN 55458-1091
Montana Tall Club 612 7th Street N. Great Falls MT 59401
Sky High Club of Nashville 4204 Park Ave. Nashville TN 37209
New Jersey Moonrakers T. C. P.O. Box 1591 Ridgewood NJ 07451-1591
New Orleans Tall Club 217 Kepler Lake Ct. Slidell LA 70461
Walking Tall In NYC 372 5th Ave. Apt. 5A New York NY 10018
North Palm Beach T. C. P.O. Box 14554 North Palm Beach FL 33408
OKC Tall Club P.O. Box 76527 Oklahoma City OK 73147
Tall Club of Orange County P.O. Box 11411 Santa Ana CA 92711
Pacific Tall Club 3820 May Court Palo Alto CA 94303
Tower Club of Philadelphia P.O. Box 7581 Philadelphia PA 19101-7581
Golden Triangle Tall Club P.O. Box 2765 Pittsburg PA 15230-2765
Portland Skyliners Tall Club P.O. Box 713 Portland OR 97207
Redwood Empire Tall Club P.O. Box 2726 Rohnert Park CA 94927-2726
Reno Tall Club 1545 Fescue Court Reno NV 89509
Greater Richmond Tall Soc. P.O. Box 12304 Richmond VA 23241-0304
Tall Club of Rochester P.O. Box 20193 Rochester NY 14602
Sacramento Tall Club P.O. Box 515 Rancho Cordova CA 95741-0515
St. Louis Tip Toppers P.O. Box 791 Wheeler Station St. Louis MO 63101
Alamo City Tall Club P.O. Box 5934 San Antinio TX 78201
San Diego Tall Singles P.O. Box 81144 San Diego CA 92138
San Fernando Valley Tip Toppers PO Box 2756 Van Nuys CA 91404-2756
San Gabriel Valley Tall Singles PO Box 71 Monrovia CA 91017
Santa Cruz Tall Club 154 Manton Dr. San Jose CA 95123
Tall Club of Savannah 5 S. Nicholson Cr. Savannaha GA 91419
Seattle Tip Toppers P.O. Box 897 Seattle WA 98111
South Bay Tall Club P.O. Box 53391 San Jose CA 95153
Spokane Tall Club E. 429-17th Ave. Spokane WA 99203
Springfield Tall Club 1238 W. Governor St. Springfield IL 62704
Tampa Bay Tall n Terrific P.O. Box 7771 Clearwater FL 34618-7771
T. C. of Toronto P.O. Box 605, Station F Toronto ON M4Y 2L5, Canada
Tucson Tall Club P.O. Box 41285 Tucson AZ 85717-1285
Tulsa Tip Toppers T. C. P.O. Box 471215 Tulsa OK 74147-1215
T. C. of Greater Washington, D.C. P.O. Box 1162 Mclean VA 22101
Tri-County Talls of N.Y. & Conn. P.O. Box 662 Shelton CT 06484
Air Capitol Tall People P.O. Box 26 Augusta KS 67010

OVERSEAS TALL CLUB CONTACTS

GERMAN TALL CLUBS….

Mr. Uwe Seyler Pinneberger Strasse 37-A, 2084 Rellingen 2, Deutschland

TALL PERSONS CLUB OF GREAT BRITAIN…

Mr. Phil Heinricy 29 Stanhope Street, Hereford HR4 0HA, United Kingdom

Leave the Driving to someone else

Monday, February 18th, 2008

The drone of the engines finally put me to sleep. When I
awoke, the bus was pulling into the station in yet another small
town. No one got off, but three people did get on, and after a
short time, we were on our way, again.
The blonde headed lady had slowly walked to the rear of the
bus, and finally seated herself across the aisle from me. I gave
her a small nod of the head and a brief smile. She acknowledged
the nod with a smile, and sat down. Although she said nothing,
she did glance at me more than once, and after we were moving,
she finally leaned across the void and asked where I was headed.
I replied and she said that was interesting, as she was headed to
Dallas, also. To visit her daughter, her married daughter.
She didn’t look old enough to have a married daughter, and I
told her so. She smiled at that, and said thank you to the
compliment, and then looked straight ahead, silently. I made
myself comfortable again, and went back to sleep. The next stop
woke me up, again, and as I looked sleepily around, saw that she
was looking at me.
“Did you enjoy your nap?”
“I guess,” I replied. “I really don’t remember much about
it.”
She laughed at that, and as the bus driver said that we would
be here for 15 minutes, she stood and stretched, somewhat showing
off her figure, and then moved forward and off the bus. She
returned about five minutes later carrying a small paper bag.
After she was seated, she emptied the bag, one article at a time,
laying the cans of soda, bags of chips, and a cold sandwich on
the empty seat next to her.
The sight of the soda cans suddenly made me very thirsty, and
heaving myself up, I too stretched and made my way forward and
off the bus. I got a Pepsi from the machine next to the terminal
door, and after popping it open, stepped back onto the bus and
returned to my seat.
She had watched me as I walked back down the aisle to my
seat, almost in the same manner as I had appraised the figures of
women as they walked. She had smiled at me as I slid into my
seat, and again after I had sat down. I had merely nodded an
acknowledgement.
When the bus finally pulled out of the terminal, we both
settled in for the ride. With another six hours before we
reached Dallas, I looked out the window as the west Texas country
side slid by, and marveled at the hues in the sky as the sun set
behind us. The few other passengers on the bus were several rows
ahead of us, and all appeared to be either reading or sleeping.
“My name is Carol,” she said as she reached over and touched
my arm with her hand.
“Oh..” I came out of my own little world. “Nice to meet you
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellhypnosistxt

Monday, November 26th, 2007

Archive-author: Tazzie
Archive-title: Hypnosis

+——————-+
! What Hypnotism Is !
+——————-+

Hypnotism, contrary to common beleif, is merely state when your mind and body
are in a state of relaxation and your mind is open to positive, or cleverly
worded negative, influences. It is NOT a trance where you:

o Are totally influencable.
o Cannot lie.
o A sleep which you cannot wake up from
without help.

This may bring down your hopes somewhat, but, hypnotism is a powerful for
self help, and/or mischeif.

+———————–+
! Your Subconcious Mind !
+———————–+

Before going in further, I’d like to state that hypnotism not only is great
in the way that it relaxes you and gets you (in the long run) what you want,
but also that it taps a force of incredible power, beleive it or not, this
power is your subconcious mind. The subconcious mind always knows what is
going on with every part of your body, every moment of the day. It protects
you from negative influences, and retains the power to slow your heartbeat
down and stuff like that. The subconcious mind holds just about all the info
you would like to know about yourself, or, in this case, the person you will be
hypnotising. There are many ways to talk to your subconcious and have it talk
back to you. One way is the ouja board, no its not a spirit, merely the minds
of those who are using it. Another, which I will discuss here, is the pendulum
method. Ok, here is how it goes. First, get a ring or a washer and tie it to
a thread a little longer than half of your forearm. Now, take a sheet of paper
and draw a big circle in it. In the big circle you must now draw a crosshair
(a big +). Now, put the sheet of paper on a table. Next, hold the thread
with the ring or washer on it and place it (holding the thread so that the
ring is 1 inch above the paper swinging) in the middle of the crosshair. Now,
swing the thread so the washer goes up and down, say to yourself the word “yes”
Now, do it side to side and say the word “no”. Do it counter clockwise and say
“I don’t know”. And lastly, do it clockwise and say “I dont want to say.”
Now, with the thread back in the middle of the crosshair, ask yourself
questions and wait for the pendulum to swing in the direction for the answer.
(Yes, no, I dont know or I dont wanna say…). Soon, to your amazement, it
will be answering questions like anything… Let the pendulum answer, dont try
.. When you try you will never get an answer. Let the answer come to you.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellerosia10txt

Thursday, October 11th, 2007

Archive-author: David P. Thomas
Archive-title: Erosian Theory and Practice

Growth Possibilities for 1989/90

Understanding is the key issue. The majority of people are
repressed into believing that they are sexually fulfilled
and happy and therefore they don’t need to explore all
those interesting little thought that creep into their
subconscious. They play these ideas of experimentation off
and write off their curiosity to “weird stuff”. Others
recognize their interests, but because of guilt, learned
reaction/shame they shun these experiments. Others learn
to enjoy their pleasures alone, and feel ALMOST totally
fulfilled via masturbation, but fear the possibility of
contact. In 1989, it is my fondest desire that the word
spread concerning Erosian Theory and Practice. There is a
huge audience out there that hides in the closet, jerking
and occasionally venturing out. Erosian Theory is ready
for them. If as you read this, you feel like I am speaking
to you, then I am. ETAP is not a sensation or a good
excuse to get laid. ETAP is a fundemental way of life and
looking at the physical sexual creatures we are and
learning to enjoy that. Whatever your orientation, ETAP
will carry it, as long as it adheres to the Code of
Conduct. If you know that you enjoy sex for sex’s sake, if
you want to learn and explore without fear, without guilt,
then read, study and live this practice. Contact the
electronic bulletin board that this document is produced
on, and leave the author more information. A final release
of this info will include an address where you can write
to obtain more info. The most important things to remember
are: if interested, get involved. If not, stay away. We do
not, can not, and will not take the time to fight
detractors and idiots who cannot understand that we don’t
want to change their world, just our own.

In terms of growth, this document and the accompanying
documents will be archived and uploaded to multiple adult
bbs’s all over the country when complete. In my home town
of Tampa, FL. I am waiting and looking for others to read
and embrace this holistic approach to a comfortable free
thinking sexually full and busy existance. I would be
happy to see 3 cities develop a full scale three Temple
system in twelve months, but in honesty I must believe
that many small groups will form in many areas.

Who is the target of this document? Swingers, lurkers in
bookstores, horny folks everywhere. If you have grown
tired of no sex, or tired of sex that’s weak, sloppy and
meaningless, look towards ETAP.

Above all, if you read this document,and desire the
structure and development discussed here, then you must
contact me for more. DON’T LET IT JUST SIT AND FESTER!
If you contact me and find that you are not interested,
then simply drop it. There is no money involved, no
mailing lists to worry about. If you are interested in
knowing more, this is the most absolutely easy way
possible to learn.

My dream is that some day you will be able to feel
comfortable in the knowledge that in your city there are
50 to 100 Erosians with desires and feelings similar to
yours, and that a phone call can elicit a kind word,
sexual actions, new ideas or support for what you want to
try by yourself or with another.

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Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

Archive-author: David P. Thomas
Archive-title: Erosian Theory and Practice – Contents

The Temple of Eros

Erosian Handbook and Lifestyle Guide

April 1989

Table of Contents

1. Erosian Theory and Practice

A. Introduction
B. Definitions and Guidelines

2. Erosian Ritual

A. Disclaimer & Notes
B. Foreward…Erosian Rituals
C. The Induction Ritual
a. The Ritual
b. Appendix A – Inductee Preparation
c. Appendix B – Attendant Preparation
d. Appendix C – Temple Preparation
e. Appendix D – Ceremony of The Fluids

D. The Initiation Ritual

E. The Succession Guidelines

3. Erosian Structure and Hierarchy

A. Erosian Structure
B. Erosian Hierarchy

4. Erosian Codes and Guidelines

A. Erosian Code of Conduct
B. Erosian Code of Practice
C. Sexual Practices and Guidelines

5. Erosian Theory Development & Notes
A. Questions and Answers about ETAP
B. Call to Fellow Erosians
C. Erosian Doctrine #1 (Communications)
D. Treatise of The Physical Self
E. Notes & Misc. Information

Archive-name Miscellcolortxt

Saturday, September 8th, 2007

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Your Favorite Color is the Key to your Sexual Life

RED Tend to be tigers in the sack. They are easily aroused and
enjoy sex in every way imaginable. Once the sexual spark is
lighted, it may take hours to extinguish. When two Reds get
together, the ensuing erotica could make Lady Chatterley blush.
Lovers of Red tend to be the aggressors and weaker colors should
beware!

YELLOW If you tend to favor Yellow your sexual drivers are
complex and lean toward the adaptable. The favorite color of
homosexuals is Yellow! No don’t panic – not everyone who wears
Yellow is gay. In most cases the person will acquiesce to the
stronger partner’s desires in a passive manner. You will never
enjoy sex to the fullest, but you will never turn down an
invitation from someone you enjoy or admire.

PURPLE Lovers of the color Purple frequently consider
themselves too regal for a fun romp in the sack. Women sometimes
are the type who hate to muss their hair. Men are business-like
in their approach to lovemaking. In both sexes, Purple partners
are more concerned with their fulfillment than anyone else’s
gratification.

BLACK Black color preferences point to Black sex. These people
are the misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in
kinship. They tend to prefer perverted sex and are usually
masochistic or sadistic in nature. They are moody people and
often perform at their peak when under stress or during unhappy
times. Police psychiatrists claim that many sex offenders prefer
the color Black. And it is no coincidence that the uniform of
mobsters and teenaged gangs is Black attire.

GREEN Those who prefer Green are fresh and innocent in their
approach to sex. Women who love Green will make love like
virgins all of their life. And a man may always be a trifle
clumsy and awkward, but in a charming and endearing sort of way.
Green lovers are gentle, but not passionate. If chosen as a
mate, one will never need worry about infidelity.

PINK Persons who like Pink show a reluctance to mature in
sexual matters. Women tend to tease; to promise more than they
intend to deliver. In some cases, they flaunt their femininity -
but because they secretly hate men. A great percentage of
prostitutes boast entire lingerie wardrobes in Pink. Men who
like Pink are philanderers and flirts. They are the type who
will take three dates for the same evening and not keep one;
…End of the part1. To be continued..