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Archive-name Miscellflampasstxt part3

Monday, August 10th, 2009

“Oh, for shit’s sake, that’s silly.” Julie got up on the
desk in front of me and spread her legs. She fingered her cunt
for a moment, and then pulled my head towards her snatch. I
immediately started licking her twat, letting her tangy juices
drip onto my tongue. I started working a finger up into her
pussy. “Don’t they ban children from a.s.s.?”

I shook my head, to busy enjoying the taste of her cunt
to speak.

“You’d think that people on the net would be intelligent
enough to not bother with that crap,” she went on, beginning to
pump her hips into my face. I responded by fucking her with my
tongue. “You didn’t tell them not to post whatever they want,
you didn’t even call them sick or disgusting, and you get email
and posts from them about this.”

Julie suddenly stopped and grapped my head. With a moan,
she began to shake, until a massive orgasm shook her entire body.
She smiled and moved a strand of hair off her face. “So what
will you do?”

“Oh, I’ll probably ignore them from now on…it’s not
like they’re worth my time to get pissed or anything. They’re
mostly at about the 6 year old level, I’m sure. I mean, how can
you take seriously someone who sends all-caps email saying ‘UR AN
ASSHOLE AND U HAVE NO SEX LIFE!”

“Not seriously at all, eh?” She started stroking my cock
with a handful of vaseline. It responded by standing up straight
and stiff in her hand. She handed me the tube and turned,
bending over the desk. I began rubbing ample amounts of the
white petroleum jelly in and around her puckered anus. I placed
the head of my stiff cock at her asshole and slowly pushed
forward.

“Right, not at all. Especially the ones who post
bandwidth wasting messages about how I’m wasting bandwidth with a
3-line comment.”

“So you’re posting this particular comment as a story?”
Julie sighed as my cock slid in and out of her tight asshole and
reached down to finger her pussy.

“Exactly,” I panted, beginning to thrust harder, “This is
a _story_, it has _sex_, and it says what I want it to say.”

“Unghhhh…but aren’t you worried about more insulting
email from this essentially juvenile approach?”

“Do you really think this is juvenile?” I was fast
approaching another orgasm, and I started pushing my cock deeply
into Julie’s asshole and holding it there, wanting to flood her
bowels with my sperm. “What does that say about the people who
will undoubtedly post public messages condemning me and sending
poorly written and insulting flames to my via the server?”

“Shit! Harder!” Julie screamed and came. Her entire
body went ballististic with orgasm, with major shaking going on
in her twat and asshole. “I think it says that they probably
have no sense of humor and very little self image if they can be
really pissed by a suggestion that there should be more sex in
the group.”

The contractions in Julie’s asshole brought on my own
orgasm. I thrust deeply into her ass and began to shoot spurt
after spurt of hot cum into her. “Not only that,” I said, “But I
think it goes to the core of whether this should be
alt.SEX.stories or alt.sex.STORIES or alt.SEX.STORIES.” I pulled
my depleted prick from Julie’s dilated asshole and kissed her.

“I know which one YOU want,” she grinned. “And besides,
flames and insults, especially the poorly written ones, just get
routed to /dev/null and ignored.”

“Damn straight,” I said.

Archive-name Miscellflampasstxt

Saturday, August 8th, 2009

Archive-author: Standby
Archive-title: Flames of Passion, The

WARNING
This article contains sexual situations between consenting
adults. If this pisses you off, don’t look. It also mocks the
selected groups of idiots who don’t bother to fully read posts
and send boring and insulting email (as befits their miniscule
minds). If this bothers you, you should probably not read this.
If you are one of the pea-brains who are being mocked, I
fervently hope this bugs the shit out of you.

DISCLAIMER
This story is false. If you feel insulted by it, I was probably
aiming at you.

I was sitting at my terminal with Julie. Julie’s my
cohort in crime, often putting in long hours with me on those
terminally late projects. She’s a real looker, too, IMHO –
slim, long brown hair, dark eyes, very pretty, and a body that
is to die for.

We were working late one night on a paper that
absitively, posilutely had to be done by the next day. By 9PM,
everyone else had gone home. By 10, we were feeling silly. But
by 11, it was going well, so we felt little guilt in opening up a
window and scanning though the net, seeing what was new and news.
We scanned the usual comp.* groups and moved onto the alt.sex
hierarchy. As usual when we were doing this, Julie was horny as
hell, and would do her best to distract me. In this case, she
started out by nibbling on my ear and running her hands up and
down the inside of my thigh.

“Shit, willya look at that!”

“What’s the problem, Standby?” Her hand was perilously
close to the rising bulge in my jeans.

“Some twits are bitching about a message I put onto the
net!”

“Oh?” she breathed into my ear as her hand started
working the zipper. “What did you post?”

“I was just complaining about the signal-to-noise ratio
of alt.sex.stories and how most of the posted stories are about
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellfemfucktxt part6

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009

garments so you can make enough room so you can comfortably slide your hand
between her legs. First, gently, then firmly rub the hairy area above her
cunt!

HOW TO PROPERLY FONDLE HER CUNT

You have now reached another crucial point in your molestation of the
Bitch. There are two ways to rub a cunt: The RIGHT way and The WRONG way.
If you do it the wrong way, and it is not satisfying to her, or even worse,
if you cause her any pain, you can TOTALLY forget about getting laid!

The very first step is to get her legs spread far enough apart so that
her cunt is accessable to your hand. Curl your hand into a fist with your
middle finger sticking out and reach down between her legs and gently slide
it upward. Doing this will accomplish several different things. First, it
will seperate her cunt hairs. If you don’t get them seperated, it will be
painful for the Bitch, so make sure you do it enough times so that your
finger slides smoothly from the bottom to the top of her cunt. It will will
also open her cunt lips, and it will expose her clitoris (clit) so that you
can start to rub it.

As your finger travels from the bottom of her cunt lips to the top,
you will notice two things. First her cunt will be wet. Second at the top
of her cunt lips there will be a piece of skin that slightly hangs out or
may even seem a little bit swollen. That is her Clit! That is the magic
button of her pussy!

Take two fingers and slide them back down to her cunt lips and insert
them just far enough into her cunt to get them wet. Now slide them back up
to her clit and rub it from side to side. Do not rub it up and down! You
will know when you are doing it right, because the Bitch will start to
groan with extreme PLEASURE! You may also alternate by rubbing in a
circular pattern. Keep in mind that the Bitch is getting close to achieving
an ORGASM (Getting her rocks off). At this moment, if she hasn’t already
done so, take her hand and place it on your prick so that she can start to
give you mutual pleasure. Be sure to whisper to her ‘OH GOD! LOOK AT HOW
HOT YOU HAVE MADE ME!’ This will enhance her sexual and animal desires even
more! Let her know just how WONDERFUL your body is begining feel. Keep
rubbing her Clit, and keep kissing and caressing entire body. The moment

As soon as she finishes getting her rocks off, keep hugging and
kissing her!

Reassure her about how much you love her and what a wonderful
experience you enjoyed with her. Do NOT let her feel guilty about it,
because the BEST is about to happen! You are now going to try to FUCK this
HOT little Bitch!

…End of the part6. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellerosia07txt

Monday, July 20th, 2009

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

Erosian Theory Developed

My theory came into being from a multitude of experiences
and also from inner feelings which differed tremendously
from standard practice ideas concerning sex. I’ll take
this time to break down a few of these myths concerning
sex in general, and in relation to how Erosian Theory
deals with the same situation.

I. Sex is for people in love, primarily married people.
Men get away with sex because it is condoned for them but
women shouldn’t or they’ll be cheap.

Sex is for every one old enough to deal with and handle
the responsibility of sex. Sex is for married and
unmarried people. Sex is for women as well as men. Sex is
for everyone. It is GOOD, RIGHT, NORMAL, HEALTHY, for
everyone, at anytime or place when consenting adults are
involved. I think the keyword here is consenting adults.
As long as both (or more ) parties are in agreement as to
the nature of their act, there is nothing morally, legally
or ethically wrong with any sexual act.

II. Sex should be between one man and one woman only.

Once again, the keyword here is consenting adults.
Personal tastes, and the backward thinking of certain
cultures have forced us into the molds that we live in
today. Between two consenting women, or two consenting
men, any relationship desired is correct. It is their own
PERSONAL TASTES which defines their sexuality, and not
that of a televangelist or county commissioner. As long as
both parties enjoy and consent to an act, and it doesn’t
infringe upon another’s rights, who is to criticize. Also
who is to say that the act of sex should be limited to two
people. Many times there are parties of three, four, five
or more consenting adults who desire to share each others
sexuality. Where is the harm in this, if the above
guidelines are applied?

III. The act of sex should consist of vaginal/penile
intercourse, with foreplay consisting of hand to genital
or in some circles mouth to genital contact. Anything
other than this is really unusual or sick.

…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..

The Commute

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

Port Authority Bus Terminal was nearly empty at this hour of the
evening. Ben waited on line for his bus home to Jersey, exhausted after
another day of bullshit at his public relations firm. It was bad enough
to pull these late nights on occasion, but to top it off this was the
start of the July 4th weekend. Just about everyone else had deserted
the city for cooler climates, making the station seem more desolate than
usual.

There were two other business types waiting on the “33″ line. Ben
looked at the clock: 11:45, five more minutes. He glanced across the
corridor, to an old bum lying in front of a bank of payphones, to the
contents of a trashcan overturned by someone looking for cans to
recycle. He was jostled from his reverie by a soft voice.

“Excuse me, is this the line for Montclair?” Ben turned to behold
a very pretty blonde. He momentarily forgot the question as he stared
at her. “The 33, does it stop here?”

The woman appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She was clad in a
short, loose black skirt with a sleeveless gold top that accented her
hair, which looked freshly washed. Maybe she just came from the gym,
Ben thought. Her attire and hair complemented a deep golden tan. Ben
remembered that it had been some time since he’d been laid and he felt
some familiar twitchings in his pants.

“Oh, sorry,” he finally responded. “Yeah, this is the line.” The
blonde thanked him and pulled out a paperback.

The bus pulled up to the door and the riders boarded. They were
greeted by an announcement that there was an accident in the Lincoln
Tunnel that could delay the trip. If there was one thing Ben hated, it
was getting stuck in the tunnel.

The two passengers ahead of him sat up front. Ben opted for
something in the middle of the bus. The blonde sat in the row in front
of him, across the aisle.

When the bus pulled away from the gate, the driver turned off the
main lights. Ben switched on his overhead lamp and returned to his
crossword puzzle. The blonde switched her light but it didn’t work.
Neither did the one for the seat next to her. “Shit,” she muttered, as
she gathered he bag and moved to the seat directly across from Ben. At
least he would have something to look at.

The blonde crossed her sexy legs, and tugged at her skirt. Ben
kept glancing at her, hoping she wouldn’t catch him. But she was intent
on her book.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Afternoon in the Booth part9

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009

He had just come and all he could do was critique me? I removed the dildo
from pussy and stood and dressed. I returned the toys and pillow to chair.
I closed the curtain and headed for the door.

As I was getting ready to leave, I heard someone open the door to the
customer section. It was show time for real. Would a man pay to see me strut
my stuff? I started to pull back the curtain as the lights came on overhead.
I heard the coins rattling as the entered the box and looked out to see who
was there. It was Jack of course. It was feeding a whole roll of quarters
into the machine. I decided that since this was his game, I would have a
little fun. I picked up the phone and Jack reached for his. Jack voice came
through, “Boy, this is getting expensive (as he continued to put the quarters
in the machine). First I have to pay off Bill, then I have to guarantee Carol
at least $500.00 in tips, you had better work your tale off.” I responded,
“Allright buddy, it will cost you ten bucks for topless, twenty for nude,
twenty five for spreads, and fifty (I adlibed) for thew deluxe show. Now what
will it be?” Jack chuckled realizing that I was playing my role for his
benefit (as well as my own). Jack slid fifty dollars through the slot and I
put it on the chair and went into my act. I repeated pretty much the same
show that I had given Bill but I saved a little surprise for Jack. I decided
that I was going to give him an extra thrill. I stripped and proceeded to use
the vibrator. Then I switched over to the dildo. I got most of it in again.
I guess I was getting used to it. Then I rolled over on my belly and pressed
my backside against the glass. Jack could see the huge dildo sticking out of
my pussy from behind. He had dropped his pants and was stroking his cock. I
reached for the vibrator at my side. I pushed against my anal opening. I had
never tried anything like that before but after yesterdays anal probing by
Jack, I thought I could handle. Luckily, the vibrator was still slick with my
juices. I worked the first couple of inches in. It was a strange sensation.
I worked on relaxing and got a couple of more inches in. I felt immensely
filled with both holes filled. I stroked the vibrator in slowly and reached
to the dildo in the front. I was able to work both toys in and out. I was
completely oblivious to the world. I was having some many sensations I nearly
passed out. When I stopped, I looked up to see that Jack had already shot all
over the window. He had a glazed satisfied look on his face. I pulled both
tools out and shakily got to my feet. Jack picked up the phone and I followed
suit. Jack said, “Wow! That was unbelievable. Did you enjoy it as much as I
did?” “oh yes!” I replied. He asked if I still wanted to go through with it.
I told that I did. I also asked if he could pick up some batteries for the
vibrator. We both cleaned up and got dressed. I exited the booth and join
Carol and Bill at the counter. Jack came out and kissed me goodbye before
heading out to “do some shopping”. The three of us passed the time. A middle
aged bald man came in and looked around at some magazines. He got some change
from Bill and went to view some peep movies. He had stared at both Carol and
I. A couple of more men came in and went into the peeps or bought some
magazines. The bald headed man came out of the peeps and got some more
change. He walked over to the dancer’s booth and entered. Carol said,
“You’re on.”
I entered the booth and locked it. I went up and opened the curtain. The
bald man was sitting on the bench and had a stack of quarters next to the
…End of the part9. To be continued..

Afternoon in the Booth part3

Monday, April 27th, 2009

her hips, I could see that her actual pussy was shaved clean. Jack reached
down my waist and opened the waist on my shorts. He reached in to find my
steaming pot. One of his hands stayed on my right beast while the other sank
into my hole. Carol started spreading here pussy lips and Jack continued to
finger me. I lifted my hips and Jack lowered my shorts and I kicked them off.
He didn’t allow me to resume sitting in his lap until he had a chance to lower
his pants and shorts to his ankles. I sat back down and he held his dick
between my thighs. Carol gave us a smile and reached back to chair with here
robe on it. She pulled out a vibrator and a dildo and walked back to the
front of the booth. She dropped her toys and sat down next to the window.
She laid down on her back and put her butt right up to the window with her
legs straight up in the air against the glass. Jack continued to stroke his
coke between my thighs without inserting it. Carol picked up the vibrator and
put it in her mouth like she was sucking it. Then she pulled it out slowly
and reached down and put it in her box. Jack matched her by inserting his
swollen head into my hot box. Carol squirmed and stroked the vibrator in and
out of her box. She looked like she was having a great time (I wasn’t doing
to bad myself). She clearly was excited and juices were running down her
thigh. She eventually pulled out the vibrator and set it aside. She picked
up the dildo, an extremely large model, and sucked on that too. I noticed she
didn’t get put it in very far as it was at least 15 inches long and about 6
inches in diameter. She then placed that at the entrance to her pussy and rub
it around to get her juices on it. I looked up at Jack and he had this starry
eyed stare. He was feeling larger than usual and was stroking his dick slowly
in and out. Carol had finally inserted the full length of the dildo in and
was sliding it in and out of her pussy. She reached behind her and pulled a
pillow out. She placed it under her rear and hiked her pussy even higher in
the air. She then reached back and picked up the vibrator. She put it at the
entrance of her ass hole. She then slowly inserted it up. I could hardly
believe my eyes. I had heard of anal sex but always thought that it was
probably painful. Carol did not look like she was in much pain though as she
worked both the vibrator with one hand and the dildo with the other. Jack
reached under me and put his ring finger up my anus. I thought I would be
upset but I was too busy exploding. Carol was getting frantic with the dildo.
She inserted the vibrator up her ass and was now using both hands on the
dildo. It was becoming a blur and I could tell she had completely forgotten
about her audience. Jack pushed me over onto the floor (never removing his
dick) on my hands and knees and started pumping furiously into me. My face
was inches away from Carol’s gyrating hips and I saw her juices exploding
around the huge dildo. I could feel the stick y floor on my hands and knees
but was too far gone myself to care. Carol suddenly stopped and was still for
a minute. She opened her eyes and I think it was the first she realized where
we ended up. She picked up the phone and signalled to Jack to do the same.
He was getting close to the point of no return but still managed to reach for
the phone. She said something and Jack shook his head yes and dropped the
phone. He pushed extra deep and I knew he was about to shoot. Suddenly,
he pulled put and started shooting all over my backside. Carol, still sitting
there with the dildo and vibrator inserted, watched intently as he shot all
over my back. We had never done that before but in the dingy booth, it
somehow seemed right to make the act so depraved. We all just stayed still
…End of the part3. To be continued..

Big Sur part2

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

she’s carefully purchased these new hiking boots the week before. Despite the
bantering and chiding about his trip neither wanted to act as though they were
taking anything for granted, for in fact neither of them was.

He detoured from the main road at Carmel to venture down 17 Mile Drive. After
paying the required $5. entry fee he chose the most direct route to the lone
cypress. He wanted to take photos of her standing in front of ‘her’ ocean.

The song ‘My Girl’ was playing on the 60’s station they were listening to and
he laughed aloud as she mockingly tried to do the Temptation Walk while
strapped in by her safety belt. She loved to make him laugh. The deep
masculine hearty sounds of his joy warmed her deep inside. In fact there was
as yet, no side to this multi-faceted man that she didn’t enjoy.

He worried that his incessant questioning would drive her batty but so far
that had not proven to be the case. She rather appreciated his seemingly
sincere interest in exploring the highways of her mind, as he so eloquently
phrased it.

She uselessly smoothed her hair in preparation for the photo session, since
the wind would move it around as it desired. As they parked and determined
the best area for a backdrop he leaned over and kissed her forehead, saying
only, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being you. For sharing this week-end with me.”

She raised her head and kissed him fully on the lips before responding. “Thank
you, my sweets, for asking me.” And her smile showed how much she meant that
simple comment.

She posed self-consciously as he began to click the shutter. He made several
inane comments and made her laugh, until finally she was relaxed enough to be
herself and let him get several shots he hoped would reflect the real Moonlite.

They returned to the car and reached for each other simultaneously. Holding
each other close and kissing deeply for several minutes. He finally forced
himself to break the embrace and announced, “If we continue this any longer
I’ll be forced to take you here, in this car, in broad daylight and we’ll end
up in jail, my sweets. So rather than face that fate what say we get going
and find a remote area where we can begin again and see what develops in
privacy?”

Assuming this was a rhetorical question he started the engine and did just
that. The map indicated a hiking trail that was within her experience level
and leading to a small camping area.

The view they expected was nothing compared to what they actually saw.
Breathtaking was an understatement. The volumes of water crashing mightily
…End of the part2. To be continued..

Best Church for Sex part3

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

juices. It was a matter of enormous self-control for me not to
mount her immediately. Pushing on her upper thighs while massaging
them, I spread her legs, revealing more of her swollen lips. I
could barely spot the tiny bulge of her clit, peeking from behind
her lips. I began kissing her thighs, working my way up, when she asked
“What are you going to do?” “Eat my dessert,” was my reply. She
gasped and said, “You want to?” I answered by planting a soft kiss
at the apex of her thighs. Immediately, she began squirming, asm my
lips found hers, and my tongue massaged her clitoris. She was bucking and
moaning, and to keep her still, I scooped up her butt in my hands, and
held her to my mouth. I was lapping at her vulva, and, when she seemed
as if she was 100% excited, I inserted my tongue into her vagina.
The dam broke, her fluids soaked my mouth and even got in my nose, but
I didn’t mind. The sound of her whining from deep inside her chest was
enough to keep me down there forever. Eventually, she relaxed, and
so did I. I sat up, looking at her on the floor, her breasts
heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She smiled at me in an
expression of pure happiness, and said “Oh, thanks!” I just
chuckled and shrugged.
She looked at me more seriously, and one of the hands that I
had become acquainted with earlier found my member again. Pulling,
she led it to her opening. I lay on top of her, kissing her ears while
her thighs opened beneath me. She hunched up, and with her hand
guided me into her love canal. She was so soft and wet that I felt as
if I had slipped into the most sensual orifice in the universe. I
could feel her on every side of me as we slowly moved in and out.
Her breathing became ragged again, and she left more than one marj
on my chest from her love bites. She began to speed up, and I stopped
restrainging myself to. Together, our bodies worked faster and faster,
me probing the depths of her womanhood, and her massaging my tool
toward an explosion. At last, she began to orgasm, her muscles
clenched around my penis, massaging it further. She writhe underneath
me, clenchin at my back, her feet in the air. She was groaning.
This was too much, I immediately began squirting a huge load into her
I was bucking and humping, and coming like never before.

At last, it was done, and I slid out of her. We lay there
for awhile, and then we began to slowly get dressed.

She told me that when she went to church there two days later,
there was still a slightly dark spot on the carpet near the entrance.
She told me that she had had to masturbate during church when she
saw that. She said she had rubbed the corner of her bible against
her clitoris, through her dress. Too bad, I didn’t get to go to
church with her then, eh?

She and I had more encounters than this one, but this one
truly defined our sexual relationship. We tried many other oddball
locations, but none of them still have the same effect on my as just
seeing that church does. :)

Anal Sex Circus

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

Unlike so many of the bawdy houses of Amsterdam, the building bore no
signs. In fact, as I stood in front of the chipped, black door marked
#12, I almost thought it was all a practical joke. What did I know
about the strange Hazraj, the turk who, in drunken friendliness at the
hotel bar, had insisted, “A whore’s a whore all over the world. You
don’t need to visit Amsterdam for that. But…the Anal Sex Circus!
There is not another anywhere.”

I rang the bell. Was this really the place — or was he having a
joke at the expense of a white British tourist? When the door slowly
opened, I realized that he was indeed a friend! Stepping into the
interior of the townhouse, it was a though I had stepped through tent
flaps and into the most opulent carnival ever.

There was actual sawdust on the floor. The air smelled of beer and
popcorn. The big main room had concession stands where they were
selling popcorn — delicately laced with hashish – and white cotton
candy, also drugged. Beer and liquor were being sold by men in straw
hats, red vests, and white striped shirts.

Garish rotary lights whirled a dizzy array of greens and reds into the
air. Semi-nude women — black, Asian, and white — escorted the
various men as they ate, drank, and laughed uproariously. In
different languages, a barker in a derby hat shouted at the back of
the room, “Hurry, hurry. Step right up! Come, Come, Come to the Anal
Sex Circus!”

If the mad Turk Hazraj had not been so explicit in his description of
the place, I don’t know what my reaction to this bizarre spectacle
might have been. A beautiful Eurasian girl glided up to me. I
ordered a cafe pousse at the bar. In American money, it cost me about
$20. I was going to order one more for my “hostess” but reconsidered:
“You wouldn’t drink, would you? Just water one of these plants with
it.” I slipped here $20 cash instead. “Let’s call it a contribution
to the continuing survival of horticulture.”

She dutifully explained the “play” at the Anal Sex Circus. After I
finished the drink, I walked back to the back of the room where a man,
dressed in imitation of an American carnival barker, guarded the
entrance to the upstairs rooms. I bought two tickets ($100 each)
which entitled me to see three “shows” of my choice. The tickets were
actually more like plastic credit cards.

With insane calliope music blaring down the corridors of this two-
story townhouse turned madhouse, I made my way upstairs. In the old
carnival midways, you’d walk along seeing the posters for the midgets
and fire eaters and freaks. You’d pay to go into the tent to actually
…End of the part1. To be continued..