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THE O.S.J.G.(tm)
THE OFFICIAL STRIP JOINT GUIDE(tm)
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THE COMPLETE GUIDE TO GENTLEMEN’S ENTERTAINMENT

ELECTRONIC SHAREWARE EDITION

Volume 1, Number 2

THE OFFICIAL STRIP JOINT GUIDE(tm)

This edition is the abridged electronic version of THE
O.S.J.G.(tm) and contains information on over 250 clubs in the
…End of the part1. To be continued..

There’s no other line of “work” as pleasurable and as
overflowing with opportunities to enjoy luxury, travel
and riches as that of the gigolo. And believe it or
not, today it is easier than ever for a man to enjoy
life as a gigolo!
To become a successful gigolo and enjoy the benefits of
this kind of life, you must develop and project the
proper way of thinking. There’s a great difference
between a “male prostitute” and a gigolo.
The male prostitute makes himself available to all
women of all ages, generally concentrating on bored,
frustrated and “exploring” housewives looking for extra
loving as well as variety to satisfy their sex needs. This
type of woman is very easy to spot, and even easier to take
to bed. It makes of a lot of, and a variety of beautiful
sex, but it’s all for free. You have to know precisely how
to cultivate these women to start, and then get them to
continue paying you for each time you “service” them — not
just the loan of a few dollars — which you never intend to
pay back — but $50 or $100 plus expenses for each tryst
you arrange with them.
The gigolo concentrates his efforts on making himself
available to widows and wives of busy businessmen who
really don’t care what their wives do, so long as they
don’t become emroiled in a public scandal. These women
range in age from about 45, on into their 80s.
So the first thing you’re going to have to do is stop
looking for ladies at or about your own age. Dress
yourself more neatly, more stylishly, and begin
“hanging around” the places these women frequent.
You’ll find very few in church! Those that you do find
in church will want to possess you, and somehow or
other steer you to the altar. You’ll find most of them
in night classes at your local college; in
self-improvement, self-awareness, and new life-style
classes; and of course, in all the better class supper
clubs and hotel type lounges.
Relative to evening college courses and
self-improvement discussion groups — these are your
easiest and most fertile “hunting grounds,” because
psychologists long ago proved that the basic reason for
adult enrollment in self-improvement programs is
directly related to a person’s need to be loved. All
you have to do is understand this basic fact, and make
yourself available to fulfill the needs of the women
…End of the part1. To be continued..

A History of an Aberrent Sexual Contest

“Fnorking” is a colloquial term for contests involving females inserting
small dead animals into their vaginas. All known instances involving “fnorking”
have occurred on college campuses. The contests dealt with several females
competing to insert as many animals as possible into their vaginas, the winner
being the one able to insert more than any of the other contestants. The winner
of the contest was sometimes crowned the “fnork” queen.
The earliest known incidences of “fnorking” occurred in the late 1920’s.
The phenomenon seems to have been an outgrowth of the goldfish eating fad
prevalent at that time. Most goldfish eating contests involved college age
males consuming as many live goldfish as possible. The female collegians of
that time were less inhibited than preceding generations of females and
developed their own version of this fad. They held contests involving the
insertion of as many goldfish as possible. The goldfish were most often
inserted while live. Contest were held late at night in college dormitories,
although there is a report of one contest being held in broad daylight beside a
well stocked pond. This contest is said to have involved at least twenty-five
females and the winner was able to “consume” twenty-seven goldfish.
All known “fnorking” contests seem to have been held at exculsively female
colleges and universities, although, considering the segregation of males and
females at schools in this time period, this is not unusual. “Fnorking” seems
to have been an outgrowth of the general loosening of morals in the 20’s era
and the woman’s sufferage movements of the early part of that decade. The less
inhibited females of the era were more inclined to enter such bizarre contests.
As the fad progressed, the contests were not limited to just goldfish but
were expanded to include other specie of small animals. It is known that
contests were held involving the “fnorking” of hamsters, gerbils, lizards,
salamanders, frogs, small birds and even one contest involving chipmunks. All
of the above contests involved dead animals. The preferred method of killing
the animals was suffocation. The contests were held immediately after the
animals were killed because they were “still warm and still very pliable.”
The phenomenon seems to have disappeared after the turn of the decade.
This is possibly because of the depression era when less females were attending
colleges and also morales experienced a general regression. No known incidences
of “fnorking” have been reported until very recent times.
Recent reports have eminated from the Florida area and from Europe,
specifically at the 1991 “spring break” in Florida and one incidence in 1989 in
Denmark involving sixty college age females inserting frogs in a day long
contest. There were reports of three contests in the Miami area in 1991, two
involving insertion of goldfish and one the insertion of small toy stuffed
animals. The winner of one of the goldfish contests was able to insert twelve
fish and is reported to have recieved a cash prize in the amount of five
hundred dollars.
Interview’s of 1920’s era females involved in “fnorking” contests indicate
that no prizes were awarded in the contests, of that period. The females stated
that most entered the contests due to peer pressure. They also indicated that
the contests were held in conjunction with college fraternity initiations.
The origin of the word “fnork” is very hard to discern. All of the females
interviewed stated that “it was always called that.” One woman did offer as an
explanation that “fnork” is formed from the first letters of greek words
describing the activity. At this time I have not been able to discover the
words used, if there are any. No written descriptions of the activity have been
brought to light, although, considering the type of activity, this is not
unusual. All of the females interviewed were very reluctant to admit to being
in the contests.
Considering the recent resurgance of the “fnorking” phenomenon, it is
possible that the general lessening of sexual inhibitions in females in recent
times has allowed the fad to resurface. In this day of personal video, how soon
will some enterprising person make a record of one of these interesting
contests?

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LOOP Premium Graphics – Chicago
“America’s Breast BBS”
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BGBB0992.ZIP

DA FILE

The filename, BGBBxxxx.ZIP, is formulated to make future versions
(if any) easy to identify; BGBB = Bwana’s Guide Bouncing Boobs;
xxxx = mth/yr (0992). I’d like to say this concept is original,
but unlike the list itself, it’s not!

DA BACKGROUND

What started as a user request developed into this. It is by no means
a complete list of BOUNCING BOOB VIDEOS, but it does catalog a good
cross section of flicks (and principal performers) that are for the
most part still available through video outlets and manufacturers.
The videos listed here are either R- or X-rated. Additionally, they
are rated either 3 or 4 (4 being highest) on Bwana’s Personal Rating
System, which is based largely on erotisism and is purely judgemental.

DA LIST

4-STAR RATING:

Between My Breasts: #05 – Nichole Reed; C Starr; La Dawn; Raven
Between My Breasts: #09 – B Belle; C Love; T Roche; L Topp
Big Boob (Lingerie) Party – D Jordon; Georgina; Karen; Sheilagh; Madeline
Big Boobs: #02 – Toni, Maxine, Zoe, Georgina, Five More
Big Bust Babes: #01 – C Samples; R Brewer; R Pedon; M Monroe; Yum Yum; Doreen;
Big Busty: #02 (Busty Nymphos) – L Sands; A Ample; C Nelson; S Fox/R Court;
Bert; Mary Ann
Big Busty: #10 (Breast To Breast) – M Rae; C Canyon; K Stewart; Ursala
Big Busty: #22 – Nicole Reed; Tami; Angela Parker
Big Busty: Best Of Big Busty: #01 – K Stewart; L Sands; M Rae; G Reeves;
C Canyon; A Owens; C Kane; B Alton;
Karen Wing; A Sprinkle; C Nelson;
A Ample; Donna; K Nativadad and Debra.
Big Busty: Ten Years Of Big Bust: #01 – L Sands; K Stewart; C Nelson; N Reed;
B Bell; S Owens; E Duchi; C Samples;
M Rae; C Cane; D Jordon; Karen; P
…End of the part1. To be continued..

As I enter the dressing room once again it’s packed like a sardine can.
I’m sick of partying. I just want to relax for a while.

I tell bobby to pull the car around back. I need to get out of here for
awhile. I exit to the alley in time to see Bobby turning the corner
with the limo followed by the usual bunch of groupies. A new herd in
every town. I’m lucky enough to get in before they catch up. I tell
Bobby to wait. Maybe she’ll be in the crowd. As I scan through the crowd
of salacious women, I notice she is not among them.

I have Bobby take me to the beach house.

I haven’t had much of a chance to spend any time at the new house. I
hardly could remember what it looked like. I can hear the sounds of the
waves crashing on the beach. The sound is very soothing. I tell Bobby to
go, I won’t be needing the limo anymore tonight. I give him the rest of
the night off.

Once again the sound of the waves begins to lure me to the beach. I walk
out upon the deck, then down the stairs to sand below. I slowly walk
along the beach. I’m captivated by the sight of the moon reflectinng off
the water. The is cool and brisk. My thoughts are of her now. How I wish
I new her name. Another fantasy I know will never materialize.

After a time I hear a sound from behind. Startled I turn, and it is her.
The soft light of the moon creates the impression of a dream. She looks
at me from behind her eyes of liquid blue. She reaches out to me and her
touch lets me know she is real. No words pass between us. Nothing needs
to be said. She runs her fingers through my hair and pulls my lips to
hers. The scent of her hair is soft and light. The taste of her lips is
sweet. We kiss long and hard. The feel of her breasts press against my
chest as I nibble upon the soft flesh of her neck causes my penis to
engourge itself with my hot adrenalin saturated blood. She feels my
penis pressing against her stomach as our passions increase. She slowly
lowers to her knees and unbuckles my belt. I hear the sound of my zipper
as she slowly undoes it. The cool ocean air flows around my loins. Then
just as suddenly the warmth of her moist lips slides down upon my shaft.
She places her hands on my hips and begins to move me further into her
mouth. Her tounge moves around the head of my cock as she slowly pulls
it out of her mouth. She teases me with her tounge as she licks my balls
and then sucks them. Again she takes my shaft into her mouth and begins
a thrusting rythm by pulling and pushing my hips. As I watch her my
arousal increases ten-fold. She looks up at me as she continues to suck.
She takes my cock from her mouth and lies back on the sand.

As I kneel down beside her she takes of her shirt reveal her firm,
round, glistening breasts. I take them in my hands as my lips meet hers.
She whispers in my ear “Please make love to me.” I think to myself that
even if I wanted to there would be no way I could resist. I take her
nipple into my mouth and nibble on it. She sighs with delight as her
nipples grow tense. My lips make their way to the vulnerable flesh of
her stomach. Her breathing becomes rapid as I remove her shorts
revealing the jet black panties beneath. I stroke her clitoris through
her soft silky panties and feel that she is wet and inviting. I tear her
panties off in haste as her moans become deeper. I taste her delicate
juices as my tounge ventures within. The muscles in her legs begin to
tremble as I bite her clitoris. She places her hands on my head and
pulls it tighter against her vagina. Her hips begin to move about as I
fuck her with my tounge. She screams with passion “TAKE ME NOW”.

I rise to my knees as she rolls onto her stomach. She also rises to her
knees and I take her from behind. I grab her hips and slowly place my
shaft inside her. As I fuck her from behind she screams for me to thrust
faster and harder. I hold onto her breasts as I THrust in as deep as I
can go. I thrust harder and harder. I feel her juices flowing down my
shaft. I am consumed by the flames of her passions. She cums again and
again, until finally my cock explodes within her. Exhausted I fall to
the beach next to her. She rolls into my arms and together we fall
asleep on the beach.

As my eyes open I find her still with me and the beach deserted. It is
morning now and she looks at me longingly. We make love again, It’s even
better this time.

The sound of footsteps crunching in the sand awakens you. Shading
your eyes against the sun’s glare, you see a man approaching. I
walk up from the water, still wet from my morning swim, long legs
carrying me quickly up the shore. Rather than grab for your
clothing, you recline on your elbows, thrusting out your breasts,
and part your legs slightly so that the pink slot dividing your
hairless pubic mound is clearly visible. As I near your resting
place, my steps slow to a standstill, and I drop to my knees
beside you. My eyes roam all over your naked body, and you can
see the squirming in my shorts where a cock is quickly growing. A
moment later the crimson cap of my penis pushes up through the
waistband of my swimsuit, still visibly swelling. Chuckling
throatily, you slide a hand across your smooth stomach to where
the bottle of oil is lying in the sand, and toss it over to me.
Then you roll over pillowing your head on your crossed arms,
presenting me with a wonderful view of your glorious ass.

You hear the bottle cap snap off, then feel the warm liquid as it
drips onto your gracefully curved shoulders, running down your
spine to the top of your buttocks. After a moment’s delay, you
feel my legs straddling you, and the hardness of my cock against
your back. I am gripping it by the base with one hand, using it
to spread the slick coating of oil over your skin. Stroking it
over you, I steadily move lower until I am sliding it over the
soft hills of your ass, and the sweet valley inbetween. Your
pussy is becoming inflamed, and you can feel it becoming wet with
an oil of its own. I continue to slide farther down, until I am
rubbing myself against the back of your smooth calves. Rolling
…End of the part1. To be continued..

1. You can throw the critter off your bed and they come right back
when you call em.

2. You don’t have to appologize if you cum in less than 3 hours.

3. They come in more colors than just black white red and yellow.

4. They consider cum a delicacy.

5. They don’t argue with you.

6. They don’t buy shit from the avon lady.

7. They think a herd of critters is better than just one.

8. You won’t catch any terrible diseases if he screws the bitch on the corner.

9. They already HAVE fur coats.

10. The don’t mind sleeping in the wet spot.

11. Animals don’t write e-mail flames.

12. Animals don’t divorce you and take half of your life.

14. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. A man’s best friend is his dog.

15. Animals can’t talk.

16. Animals can’t spell “mysogynist”.

17. Animals don’t drive.

18. Animals aren’t offended by the words “bitch” and “pussy”.

19. Animals don’t tell lies.

20. Animals will forgive you for being human.

21. An animal, when it’s horny, will let you know.

22. Animals don’t know what lawyers are.

23. Animals don’t call you a chauvanist pig when you hold the door for them.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

We signed the papers late in the evening, so after tooling around
town for a while, I had rented a motel room, planning to get an
early start back to Alabama. I overslept and after breakfast and
checking out of the motel, I didn’t get on the road until after
eight.

I quickly noticed a benefit to the large wheels I had not
anticipated. It put me way above the rest of the traffic and I
had a great view. But the view was even better from time to time
as I would pass cars and look down to see lovely legs through the
window. Occasionally, I would even catch a glimpse of frilly
panties peeking out.

I put the Jeep’s cruise control on 73 mph after I got out of the
metro area. I figured that there would be fools going a lot
faster that would get the unwanted attention from those Georgia
Patrol cars that seemed to lurk everywhere on the interstate. Up
ahead, I noticed a red convertible with long blond hair flying in
the wind. My speed was a little faster than hers so I slowly
crept up on her. As I closed in, I heard the sound of her stereo
system blasting over the wind noise. The music must have covered
the sound of the Jeep, because there was no reaction as I drew
along side the lady.

To my delight, the lovely lady seemed to have other things on her
mind. Her skirt was pulled up and her hand was busy frigging her
pussy inside her panties, keeping time with the beat of the
music. It looked like she was having a ball as she cruised. I
had a hard time concentrating on the road and watching the
display at the same time. I hoped she wouldn’t notice me for a
while so I could keep watching.

Finally, she reached for something on the seat beside her and saw
me. Her only reaction was to lower her sunglasses to get a
better look at me. She must have liked what she saw, because
she reached back into her panties, glancing up at me with a
smile.

We were well into a long deserted stretch of highway and I saw
her check her mirror for other cars. Seeing none, the blond
reached down and unbuttoned the four buttons keeping her short
skirt closed. The sides fell back to reveal her bikini panties,
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Another Great You-Can-Be-A- file from Brutus Maccabee!
(c) July 11, 1988 {8th day of the Tour de France}

Ok, you’re a normal guy with normal needs. Your girlfriend won’t put out; you
don’t have enough for a whore. Pornos and Playboy just don’t cut it anymore.
You want real live sexual activity before you. Fucking the Dead is one way.
(Someone wrote a file on that didn’t they?) But this way maggots don’t eat your
cock off while you’re a-fucking.
If you live in a large building on a high floor, peeping should be no problem.
All you need to do is find a careless neighbor anywhere in your view from your
window. A young couple who still go at it and walk around the house naked a lot
are prime specimens.
A pre-peeping idea:
Try to carry groceries up for the wife while the husband is at
work. Then while she is going back downstairs, open the shades
in the bedroom and open the window in the bathroom. If they are
careless enough then you should get a good show that night.
Or, try any way to get into the apartment. If you are young and
innocent looking say you are taking some poll or survey. Then do
the thing with the blinds and get ready.
If you’re into illegal shit, why not just break in? And if you
have electronic equipment, set up some cameras in the bedroom or
bathroom or wherever. Also, bug the place to get the full audio
as well.
Ok, you’re ready to peep. At night, if they have the lights on and you have the
lights off, they can’t see your ass at all. Just get out the binoculars and
peep to your hearts content. Of course, when they turn out the lights you
can’t see shit, but they won’t turn them off right away know what I mean? And
they never turn off the bathroom light so if she is a habitual showerer…get
going. If the building they live in is close enough to yours you don’t even
need binoculars. But if you do need them, focus them beforehand because they
are a bitch to focus in the dark. Kitchens are good places to look as well,
because I have found that after a good fuck the wife usually comes out for a
drink and doesn’t bother to re-dress, and the light from the refrigerator
makes her show up very nicely.
Another good place to peep is at the beach. Some of the girls there have so
little on that they’re better than naked because it holds all the flesh in
place know what I mean? Just take out you’re binoculars and pretend that
you’re looking at the sailboats or light houses or some bullshit like that.
Then casually scan the beach! Woah! Awesome! Focus on some asses, you can see
through some of the material at close range.
You can also peep into houses and even onto the beach while hidden in a tree.
Or even while just sittng in a tree where you’re not really noticeable. Always
go pretty high for best affect. (Or is it effect?). If you know a hot girl
well, try to go over to her house and when there open all the shades and blinds
and curtains. Then if someone in her family catches you around the house while
peeping just say you were coming to see her. Ta-da!
Welp, thats all for this presentattion. There are a lot more places and ways
to peep, but I hope you get the general idea!
Special thanks to: All my careless neighbors and all the hot girls on the beach.

This has been a Brutus Maccabee presentation!
Watch for my new X-Rated series:
The Adventures of Betty Bondage and Laura Lust

The next day, after work, we showered and packed our last minute
items and drove off, leaving behind all the stress and the frantic pace of
our daily lives. We took the scenic route, going through Lake Tahoe and
into Nevada before turning south towards the Grand Canyon. The first day
was just one big adventure, and outside of Tahoe, I let you get the feel of
the clumsy motor- home. Sitting up high, with the large windows made us
feel like we were on top of the world. You did well driving the motorhome,
so we could now go to some other places as we’d planned, taking turns
driving if we had to head for home later that we’d planned.

We’d planned on driving at night, when traffic would allow us not
only the best economy, but the traffic would be sparse as well. Besides, I
had my own lusty fantasies in mind too. We left the Tahoe area late the
second day, the sun setting over the Sierra’s with an orange glow. We
drove south, down a well maintained highway, meeting little traffic. You
whipped up some sandwhichs while I drove, and we talked about how quiet it
was out in the high desert of Nevada. I opened a window, letting in the
warm night air, and even at 60 mph it felt warm and gentle. I looked at
you and felt your passions begin to stir even across the r.v. You removed
your top, baring your breasts to me, and then sat in the right front seat,
caressing yourself. In the dim glow of the instruments, I saw you slide
your hand under the elastic waistband of your shorts, and begin to rub
yourself. “Talk to me.” You said, “Tell me what you want to do.”

My cock pressed upwards in my jeans, straining against the fabric.
I looked over, seeing your legs spread over the armrest of the seat, one up
against the dash. Your breasts wiggled invitingly as the r.v. found small
bumps in the road. The only car we saw that night drove past, its
headlights tossing a fast moving glare over your naked tits, letting me see
you briefly illuminated. Then you’re back in shadow, and my eyes have to
adjust for the dim light. “Talk to me. Tell me how you’re going to fuck
me.” You say.

“Hmmm. First, I’m going to pull off the road a ways, and spread a
blanket on the ground. Then, I’m going to pull you from the r.v.,
completely naked and make you kneel on all fours while I fuck you
everywhere. I want to fuck your tight pussy, then I want you to suck me
…End of the part1. To be continued..

The sound of footsteps crunching in the sand awakens you. Shading
your eyes against the sun’s glare, you see a man approaching. I
walk up from the water, still wet from my morning swim, long legs
carrying me quickly up the shore. Rather than grab for your
clothing, you recline on your elbows, thrusting out your breasts,
and part your legs slightly so that the pink slot dividing your
hairless pubic mound is clearly visible. As I near your resting
place, my steps slow to a standstill, and I drop to my knees
beside you. My eyes roam all over your naked body, and you can
see the squirming in my shorts where a cock is quickly growing. A
moment later the crimson cap of my penis pushes up through the
waistband of my swimsuit, still visibly swelling. Chuckling
throatily, you slide a hand across your smooth stomach to where
the bottle of oil is lying in the sand, and toss it over to me.
Then you roll over pillowing your head on your crossed arms,
presenting me with a wonderful view of your glorious ass.

You hear the bottle cap snap off, then feel the warm liquid as it
drips onto your gracefully curved shoulders, running down your
spine to the top of your buttocks. After a moment’s delay, you
feel my legs straddling you, and the hardness of my cock against
your back. I am gripping it by the base with one hand, using it
to spread the slick coating of oil over your skin. Stroking it
over you, I steadily move lower until I am sliding it over the
soft hills of your ass, and the sweet valley inbetween. Your
pussy is becoming inflamed, and you can feel it becoming wet with
an oil of its own. I continue to slide farther down, until I am
rubbing myself against the back of your smooth calves. Rolling
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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..

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.

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+——————-+
! 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.

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! Your Subconcious Mind !
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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..

About 88% of women studied experienced sexual fantasies, according to a report
published in ‘The Journal of Sex Research’. Researchers determined that the
subject of the most frequently experienced fantasy was involvment in an
extramarital affair (41%). Other fantasy subjects reported reported by the
women studied included:

Previous sexual experiences, other than the first (39%).
Different sexual positions (38%).
Current sex partners (36%).
Sex in rooms other than the bedroom (35%).
New sex partners (30%).
Sex on a carpeted floor (28%).
Sex in a motel (27%).
Pretending to be with a former lover (27%).
Reliving the first sexual experience (26%).
Sex on a beach (26%).
Having multiple orgasms (25%).
Engaging in oral sex (25%).
Being Sexually uninhibited (25%).

Some other FACTS on a percetage scale:

75% of Americans say good sex is ‘very important’ to a marriage.
25% of American married couples say they argue about sex or adultery.

16% of American men earning less than $5,000 annually say they cheat on their
wives.
70% of American men earning more than $70,000 annually say they cheat on their
wives.

47% of American men say they enjoy sex more than money.
26% of American women say they enjoy sex more than money.

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..