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Archive-name Miscellhypnosistxt

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

Archive-author: Tazzie
Archive-title: Hypnosis

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! What Hypnotism Is !
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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.

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! 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 Miscellfemfucktxt

Friday, July 31st, 2009

Archive-author: Dick Ramcock
Archive-title: How to Get a Female to Let You Fuck Her!

In today’s society, it is relativly easy to get laid, but it does
always help when you have a GAME-PLAN! This is what I am about to offer
you, A planned way to get your prick into a female’s virgina (cunt).

Getting a woman to willingly drop her pants for you is not what would
be classified as an easy task, but the ultimate result of a warm and wet
pussy snuggly wrapped around your throbbing cock is certainly well worth
your most earnest effort!

First, Don’t bother trying to go after the most popular or the best
looking female in your life! That Bitch already has every stud in the world
trying to BANG her… Search out a plain looking female who looks like she
would be flattered by attention… This does NOT mean to pick a female who
is not worthy of your attemtion.

The selection of the TARGETED female is your initial step in the
procedure!

THE INITIAL ENCOUNTER AND COURTSHIP

Your selected Bitch should possess the following traits: She should
have an out going personality, a friendly smile and fairly large tits! She
should be very limited in The Dating Game, and she should not have a
current boyfriend. After all, this isn’t a lesson on how to pick up a Bimbo
or a common whore! This is a lesson on how to PREY on a young and innocent
female! You now want to show an interest in this female. Start out by
smiling at her when-ever you see her… After a few days, if you don’t
already know what her name is, BUMP into her by accident, and act
embarrassed, but keep smiling at her when you do this… Then take this
oppertunity to introduce yourself to her by exchanging names, and be sure
to compliment her that ‘She is one of the most attractive females that you
have seen in months!’

an interest in! (CHEAT! Find out one of her interests and study up on it!)
After all, this is the female that you have decided that you want to FUCK!
Now start SWEET TALKING your target! Mention to her that you heard that she
is also interested in WHATEVER! She will jump at this chance, unless you
are a FUCKING DORK, and then you should have gone after the DOG that looked
she should be BARKING AT THE MOON!

BREAKING THE ICE

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Divers do it deep

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

I went for a warm-water diving holiday – blue skies – clear water – my
club-mates all had other plans, or they had used up their holiday leave – and
so they got left behind

You never know who you’ll end up diving with – it’s a mixture, good and bad -
but it’s warm – We need our cold-water wetsuit tops on, over our swim gear, but
it’s warm enough to leave off the neoprene pants that are a must back home -
When I get there we have an odd number in the party – we start by diving with a
three – then the next new arrival is buddied with me – she isn’t bad-looking -
on the thin side – but she starts off like a real pain – chip-on-shoulder
feminist -

We start a boat dive – get our kit together – I go to check her over before we
dive – she says ‘don’t treat me like a beginner – I don’t need this macho diver
stuff – I’m an underwater archaeologist’ – well I come from a club where we
look after each other – we take safety seriously – I hope I’ll get the same
from you – she shrugs

we start the dive from the boat after a longish trip out round the coast – a
shallow-water boat dive should be safe and easy – no more than ten metres -
lots of light, warmth and colours – oh we can’t make up our minds to agree
which way to go – signal troubles and squabble – she swims well but wants to
lead off anywhere and everywhere – I follow – hardly any time to look at the
wildlife -

rocks and weed and crud – something wrong – we’re both tangled up in something
– I signal her to wait while I try and get rid of whatever it is – I get out my
knife and start cutting – she’s really nervous – fidgets and flaps – getting
more tangled up – is it net or is it line – can’t see as it’s practically
invisible in the water – just a bit of weed caught in it – I give her stronger
signals to stop fart-arsing about – point my index-finger – show flat of hand -
ring with thumb and first finger – meaning – you – stop right there – ok? -
at last she gives back – ok – she stops moving around and I set to work – only
a few strands round my fins – wow – she’s got in a mess – lots of tangled stuff
– knife isn’t the best for nets, but it’s all I’ve got – a very little air into
her jacket – so she’ll rise up out of the net as she gets free – bit of air
into mine too – I work to free her head first and then on down – what’s this,
more net stuff round her regulator valve – cut it free – stay far enough off
not to get tangled again myself we swap more signals while I work – check
there’s no more panic – she gives ‘ok’ back – right, now her body’s free and
out of the net, only her legs to do, there are strands around her knife-sheath
and fins – eventually we get her entirely free – at last – better check though
I’m pretty sure we’re all ok -

oh fuck, she may be a pain, but she’s got good legs – I get a slight stir about
the cock and wonder what the rest of her is like – well, now the main work is
done, but I run my hands all down her thighs, to make sure there’s nothing
…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..

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..

Aviary

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

Sex always seemed to be a contest for Lisa and Trey, a competition of
imagination or stamina or daring or flexibility. Who could do what, where,
how, the most?
To him she seemed to be a dream come true. An attractive older woman
with no apparent inhibitions who floated into his life three or four times
a year and then disappeared with out a trace. He suspected that she was a
celebrity of some sort and that added spice to an already hot relationship.
He seemed like a child to her. A well-hung, sexually talented child
who drew astonishing responses from her body. She enjoyed the relationship.
There was something inexplicably delicious about playing the role of a
“woman of mystery.”
They walked hand in hand through the intermittent drizzle into the
nearly deserted city zoo. Her full breasts bounced gently beneath the
fabric of her lavender blouse which was tucked into a long flowing skirt
beneath which she wore nothing at all. She was already wet with anticipatio
n. “Where’s the aviary?”
He grinned, “What’s the hurry? Don’t you want to see the wild
animals?”
“Only one, dear. Only one.” They took the path up the hill and
entered the net-covered aviary. The gravel path wound through dense
foliage in which all manner of brightly colored birds perched. There were
concrete benches set back into the foliage at irregular intervals along the
path.
This had been an excellent choice. There was no one around and even
the normally raucous birds were somewhat subdued by the rain.
He chose a bench midway along the path and sat facing the direction of
the entrance, then pulled her to stand before him and raised her skirt. He
stroked the wiry red-brown curls that framed her pussy, ran a finger
lightly over her long inner lips which protruded slightly, a deep rosy pink
and slippery wet.
She lifted her leg, putting one foot on the bench beside him and
reached down and pulled her inner lips wide apart, opening herself to his
eyes and fingers and mouth. She felt his warm hands cupping her ass and
then the sweet shock as velvet met velvet, his tongue moved tenderly around
and over her clit and he sucked at it gently.
Covering his teeth with his lips he squeezed the base of the pulsating
bud softly and flicked his tongue rapidly over the top.
She moaned, her knees growing weak, “Oh Lord that’s nice!” She
pressed herself against his mouth, squirming with pleasure, only to gasp in
surprise as his index finger began circling the eager mouth of her vagina.
He dipped deeply into the hot wet cave, coating his finger with her
juices, then withdrew and slowly pushed into her anus. Moving his thumb
into her vagina, he gently rubbed thumb and forefinger together.
“Please! Please baby, please! Trey, I need it!” She bit back a
scream as he sucked hard at her clit, “Damn you!”
He smiled up at her, his fingers moving in small circles, “You want
something?”
“Give me your cock!”
“Now?” He tugged at her gently.
“Don’t tease! God! Don’t make me wait!” she pinched her aching
nipples through the thin material of her blouse and then his fingers were
no longer inflicting their sweet torture. She was simply standing, empty
and trembling while he stood and freed himself from the confines of his
levis.
He sat and drew her down to his lap, guiding himself to the opening,
watching the length of his cock disappear into the snug heat of her cunt.
With a sigh of pure pleasure, she slid slowly down the shart until she
could hold no more, then spread her pussy lips so that his rough hairs
rubbed against her swollen clit. She contracted around him, her cervix
sucking at the head, then began riding him in ernest, rising slowly,
plunging down quickly, over and over.
He seized her nipples, pinching, pulling at them as she moved faster
on him, the pressure building rapidly.
She shook her head, her long hair falling over her eyes, and cried out
as the spasms began within her. She ground against him with each
shuddering wave.
“Jesus! Lisa…aah…suck baby!” It seemed as though her pussy *was*
sucking at him, devouring him, pulling each spurt of cum from him until he
wondered if there was any marrow left in his bones.
She nuzzled against his shoulder as the orgasm faded slowly, unaware
of the rain’s increased intensity.
Neither noticed the curnch of gravel on the path until the uniformed
zoo attendant was almost upon them, “‘Scuse me, but you folks’d best be
gettin’ on home. We’re fixin’ t’ shut ‘er down on account of the tornado
warning! You’ll have t’ use the main gate, though. Everythin’ else is
locked up tight!”
From somewhere Trey found the composure to say, “Thank you, we’ll be
right out,” and the attendant left them to rearrange their clothing and
make their way, giggling madly, back down to the front gate.

Archive-name Miscellpuretinytxt

Saturday, October 4th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Purity Test – for REALLY low scores already

Newly Revised Purity Test

this is for those
with REALLY low Purity scores

This test has been designed for those people who already have low purity
test scores. You should only take this test if you have purity scores of
below 45%.

Why another version?

1) It is possible to get a score of about 45% simply by dabbling in each
category given in the 1000 question version. This test eliminates all of the
redundancies of asking if you have done something in several different
places… it skips right to the most disgusting, perverted and off-the-wall
questions.

2) So that those people who know they have low scores do not need to wade
through all of the questions on the latest version. This will lower the test
taking time from 3 hours to 30 minutes.

3) Doing this lets me put a `Y’ next to question number 999 of the 1000
question version.

Definitions: (for the innocent, naive, or too busy)

If you need definitions, then this test is not for you… please take a
different version.

And yes, technicalities count.

Ready? Then let the test… BEGIN!

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1.masturbated while watching an R or X rated movie in public
(a theatre)?

2.had sex with someone whose name you still don’t know?

3.fantasized during sexual activity about somebody other than
the one present during sexual activity?
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellpure-100400

Saturday, May 24th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Purity Test – 100 Question

The Purity Test

Answer YES or NO to the following 100 questions. At the end of the test,
total up the number of NO answers. This is your score. The higher the score,
the ‘purer’ you are.

All questions pertain to men and women not related to you, unless otherwise
specified.

I.

Have you ever:

1. Had a cigarette?
2. Had alcohol?
3. Tried pot or hash?
4. Tried stronger drugs (coke, acid, shrooms, etc)?
5. Thrown up from alcohol?
6. Kissed a woman?
7. Kissed a man?
8 French kissed a man?
9. French kissed a woman?
10. Put your tongue in someone’s ear?
11. Had someone put their tongue in your ear?
12. Fondled a woman’s breast, or had your breast fondled?
13. Put your mouth on a woman’s breast, or had it done to you?
14. Seen a nude man?
15. Seen a nude woman?
16. Had telephone sex?
17. Undressed a man sexually?
18. Undressed a woman sexually?
19. Been sexually undressed?
20. Fondled a man’s genitals?
21. Fondled a woman’s genitals?
22. Had an orgasm?
23. Climaxed from a partner’s fondling?
24. Brought a partner to climax thru fondling?
25. Performed fellatio?
26. Performed cunnilingus?
27. Climaxed from oral sex?
28. Brought a partner to climax thru oral sex?
29. “Finger-fucked”?
30. “Dry fucked” (with all your clothes on)?
31. Bathed or showered with a man?
32. Bathed or showered with a woman?
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscelljerichotxt

Sunday, December 9th, 2007

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Jericho Joy

As they collapsed, ringingly, to the bed, she nuzzled
the warmth of his elusive armpit and sussurrated with the
ecstasy of his glorious odor. “Baby,” she cried out to his
middleaged mass, “infant, child, sexually immature
Homo Sapiens!”
Aroused, he nibbled the fresh sweet hair between her newest
toes. “Oh, how I long for the days when I could gaze hungrily
into your unblinking third eye and be presented with a gift
of mucus!” He attached himself like a schnauzer with lockjaw
to her inner thigh and sucked the marrow from her lust-
crazed bones.
She ran her remaining fingers over the chitinous exoskeleton
of his collapsible love-stick, shifting him into third. Panting
with pleasure, he sniffed her unpulchritudinous vestigial
milk bottles. “Sweetheart, saccharine blood pump, tongue-nerve-
exciting fleshy blood-soaked hydraulic thing, no one, not
even the rain, has such small glands.”
Her blood seething with desire, she sank her angry yellow teeth
into the cartilage of his nose. Nearing his climax, he extruded
a tuning fork from his lower abdomen. As she plonked his G-string,
musical instruments at last sprouted from his erect, bleeding
earlobe. Crying out in pure, bloodthirsty joy, she blew
his trumpet three times.

And the walls came.