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Archive-name Miscellosjgtxt

Saturday, October 24th, 2009

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Official Strip Joint Guide

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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
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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 Miscellgigolotxt

Thursday, August 13th, 2009

Archive-author: Adam Starchild
Archive-title: How to Become a Gigolo

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
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Archive-name Miscell77reasontxt

Monday, March 9th, 2009

Archive-author:
Archive-title: 77 Reasons Why Animals are Better than Humans

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..

Archive-name Miscellzangaratxt

Saturday, February 28th, 2009

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Zangara’s (Kibo) Elegy

Here is the long awaited story involving Kibo. As previously
discussed, I would have Kibo’s permission to use his name if he existed.
Also, if he existed he would have asked me to cross-post this to the
groups which I cross-posted to.

There is a quiz (Multiple choice) at the end. Please post results
to as many groups as you want.

Zangara’s Elegy

“‘He was a bloody tyrant and we brought him down. And I will not
have history think I did it for a bag of gold or in some kind of rabid
fit!`”
I looked curiously at this disheveled individual who was ranting
what I perceived to be nonsense. I turned to my guide, and hopefully
future employer. “What is he talking about?”
“Oh, he’s no one. He thinks he’s John Wilkes Booth, that’s all,”
came the reply. I looked closer at my guide. I hadn’t really studied
him up to this point. Suddenly however I knew that he posed me no
threat, and so I wished to know more about him.
“‘Tell them how the Union can never recover from that vulgar, high
and mighty niggerlover, Never–!`”
I began going over what I knew about my guide. His name was Dr.
Charles Guiteau, and he was the director of the mental ward of the
University of Massachusetts Medical Center. I knew nothing about his
credentials, but that was not where my curiosity lay. I was interested
in his character, and since it was profession to know other peoples
thoughts, I was able to delve into his inner self even as he showed me
the building.
“Kibo, would you like to join us?” Dr. Guiteau asked the mental
patient. “This is Dr. Sam Byck, and I’m showing him around the
building.”
“My name is not Kibo, it is Johnny Booth. Sure, I’ll come along.
‘Someone slew the tyrant, just as Brutus slew the tyrant`”
“We don’t know his real name, so for a while we were calling him
Johnny. Then the doctor who was handling his case decided it was better
to call him something else. I’m not sure where the name Kibo came from
though,” Dr. Guiteau rambled on. “By the way, if you come on Kibo will
be one of your patients. Dr. Czolgosz, the man who left for Buffalo,
was his doctor.”
I had been half listening to this exchange until Dr. Guiteau’s
last sentence. Suddenly my interest in this specimen was piqued. There
had to be some way of using him to my purposes. “I would be interested
in seeing his file,” I replied, confident that my speech had not skipped
a beat.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellsexdefstxt

Sunday, November 2nd, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Definitions of Sex

Adler: The task of human parents is to enhance the spiritual
life of the next generation by planting the seed of spirit in
their own child.

Al-Tirmidhi: Man is humble only when the flaming fire of desires
has become extinct. Al-Tirmidhi

Aristotle: Desire is accompanied by pain.

Avoid the inclination to animalistic pleasure, for it
stains the soul. Do not yield to the desire for sexual
intercourse. What glory is in following the actions of animals?
Sexual intercourse involves the destruction of our bodies, the
shortening of life.

Thomas Aquinas: Plato based his moral system upon the
distinction between the bodily or sensual and the spiritual part
of our nature.

Marcus Aurelius: In the degree in which a man’s mind is nearer to
freedom from all passion, in that degree also it is nearer to
strength.

Besant: Only when pleasures have been banished, then there comes
upon us a boundless joy that is firm and unalterable.

Jacob Boehme: Lust is an abomination, whether it be in the state
of wedlock or out of it. Marriage based on lust is as immoral as
free love.

Buddha: Freedom from lust; this truly is the highest happiness.

Cut down the whole forest of lust! When you have cut
down every tree and every shrub, then you will be free! Buddha I
proclaim the annihilation of lust. I teach not the extinction of
everything, but the extinction of lust. One need not have his
mortal body die to avoid the clutches of concupiscence.

Edward Carpenter: Sex today is slimed over with the thought of
pleasure.

Cervantes: Tell me thy company, and I’ll tell thee what thou art.

Clement of Alexandria: The mortal shall put on immortality when
trained to everlasting chastity.
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Archive-name Miscellpure-40035a

Monday, May 26th, 2008

Archive-author:
Archive-title: Unisex, Omnisex Purity Test 400

_______________________________________________________________________________
THE UNISEX, OMNISEXUAL
P U R I T Y T E S T
_______________________________________________________________________________
Version 3.5A (400)
Final Release
13-Apr-1985
_______________________________________________________________________________
Public domain; no copyright. All rights wronged, all wrongs reversed. Up with
going down. The risen flesh commands: let there be love. Murphy’s law on sex:
Love is a matter of chemistry; sex is a matter of physics. Chaste makes waste.
Virginity can be cured.
This document was not sponsored by the Department of Defense Advanced Research
Projects Agency, and was not monitored by the Air Force Avionics Laboratory.
The views and conclusions contained in this document should not be interpreted
as representing the official policies, either expressed or implied, of the
Defense Advanced Projects Agency or the US Government. Neither should it be
interpreted nor inferred that the authors/contributors have actually performed
any of the actions contained herein.
_______________________________________________________________________________
N O T I C E
Disclaimer of Liability
The user of this test acknowledges, understands, and agrees that sex is a
hazardous sport; that a person must copulate in control, and use good judgement
at all times; that their partner’s condition vary constantly and are greatly
affected by weather changes and previous use, that dirty sheets, variations in
terrain and bed surfaces, spouses/pimps/managers, forest growth, rocks and
debris, clothed obstacles, and many other natural and man-made obstacles and
hazards, including other users and customers, exist throughout the bedroom
area. Personal managers (pimps/spouses) and sado-masochistic operations and
equipment are constantly in use and may be hazardous to customers not
copulating in control. Impotence, collisions, and social diseases resulting in
injury can happen at any time, even to customers copulating in control with
proper sexual equipment. Inherent and other risks are part of the sport and
exist in your partner. As a condition of being permitted to use the facilities
of your sex object, the user of the partner agrees to copulate in control and
within the limits of his/her ability and further acknowledges and accepts these
hazards, dangers, and risks and assumes the risk of injury or loss to person or
damage to property which might result from the customer’s use of the partner’s
facilities.
As a further condition of being permitted to use the facilities of your
partner, the customer understands and agrees (1) that in the event of a
transfer of use by another or anything else in the management’s opinion is
misconduct, misuse, kinky, impotence, or nuisance, this service may be revoked
without refund; (2) that the partner is the property of the harem and, upon
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Big Sur

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

He’d told her early on that this was one of his fantasies…to hike up to a
campsite near Big Sur. They’d packed all the necessary gear and driven as
close as possible early that morning, thoroughly enjoying both the scenery, as
they went south on Highway 1, and each others company. She never ceased to be
amused at an easterner’s comments as they admired the way the mountains met
the ocean on what seemed to them a backwards coastline.

Several times her hand drifted to his right thigh to punctuate a remark or
just to indicate her readiness for their planned outing. How often he’d
teased and cajoled her over the past several weeks both in messages and by
phone. Words like ’star- crossed’ and ‘destiny’ had leaped, rather than crept
into their many conversations, and she felt it to be true. They couldn’t
avoid being together, at least briefly. There was no sense of needing to be
hasty in their actions, just a feeling of fate needing to be yielded to.

They were intrigued by each other in ways neither had experienced in a long
time. Their conversations were sprinkled with puns and innuendos and much
laughter. He frequently accused her of littering his office floor with
innuendos which she countered by saying the cleaning staff should take care of
them adequately.

There was both a level of comfort and the excitement of the unknown which
surrounded them today. They had slept together only once in a somewhat
sterile hotel room, the previous night. But the experience was totally
fulfilling for each of them. They had performed as lovers but also played in
bed like puppies; exploring and frolicking joyfully.

She stretched in the passenger seat with a cat-like abandon and he again
admired the curve of her breast as it pushed the knit top to new contours.
Even dressed in jeans and hiking boots she had a stately quality mixed with
the enthusiasm of a child. What an enigma she was!

And had he been able to read her thoughts he would have realized she felt much
the same way about him. Watching his hands on the steering wheel she
reflected back to the pleasurable way he had touched her body and memorized
the feel of her skin. Looking at his neatly trimmed beard reminded her of the
way it tickled her thighs as he kissed his way up her legs and beyond. He had
certainly mastered her quickly, knowing just where and when to apply butterfly
kisses to increase her already elevated level of desire for him.

Their sexual union began under the guise of being a backrub of course. How
often is that technique used the world over? But it was a pretense they were
content to play out.

Their choice to be together today was also a ruse. Each acknowledged it was a
spontaneous decision. But that didn’t explain why he’d packed the
appropriately needed items before leaving his home in Massachusetts, nor why
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Rod Sandy At The Beach

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

Sandy and Rod were enjoying thier first outing in a long time, wandering
along the beach in genial conversation, watching the seabirds skip and
dive for fish.
Rod fell back a ways, enjoying the view as Sandy’s pert little ass
wagged as she walked. He had always enjoyed her company, but these days
he was constantly preoccupied with her body whenever they got together.
He wanted her very badly, but she had never paid the slightest bit of
attention to any of his advances.
Suddenly they came upon a cleft in the rock. Rod was still behind her,
and bumped into her as she stopped suddenly.
Wondering what was up, he looked over her shoulder – and almost fell
over with surprise! Down in the crag, another couple had spread some
blankets out, and were fucking like crazy!
From this vantage point, the view was great, and they could easily see
the man’s turgid shaft, shiny with the woman’s juices, slipping easily and
rapidly into her soaking cunt.
After watching for a bit (and getting incredibly turned-on by this
surprise performance), Rod glanced at Sandy – and was stricken dumb again!
She stood there mesmurized by the sight, lips slightly parted in passion,
as her fingers, seemingly of thier own accord, slid her shorts and panties
aside, and started massaging her pussy!
Poor Rod wasn’t sure what to do! Here was his friend, whom he’d always
thought a bit of a prude, standing in the wide open, rubbing her cunt in
the open air for all to see, while watching another couple getting it on!
Never one to let opportunity pass, Rod moved behind her, wrapped his
arms around her, placing one hand over hers on her cunt and wrapping the
other under her rib-cage, he whispered gently that she ought to sit down
and get comfortable, and gently bumped the back of her knees, easing her
down.
Glancing about to see that they were now more-or-less secluded, he
worked one hand under her tight T-shirt, and began fondling her firm,
round breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and as he started pinching
them, her legs parted. Taking his cue, he worked his middle finger into
her sopping snatch, smearing her juices around ans over her clit, which he
then proceeded to stroke lighty.
Suddenly she seemed to break out of her spell and realize what was going
on. She almost seemed ready to protest, but the feeling of Rod’s hand on
her cunt quickly changed her mind. Reaching back and grabbing his cock
through his shorts, she turned to face Rod. “I want to feel this thing
inside me”, she said to him in a husky voice.
“Sure thing babe”, he said, “but first I want a taste of your creamy
cunt!”, and so saying, he manoevered around her, worked her shorts and
panties off, and drove his tongue into her twat.
Swirling his tongue around, he sucked her steamy juices out greedily,
his lips massaging her lips while his tongue made occasional passes ovr
her clit. In no time at all, she was cumming, squeezing his head in her
thighs, as ograsm wracked her body.
When finally her climax subsided, she lifted Rod’s head, looked him dead
in the eye, and said, “That was wonderful, but I want to feel your COCK in
my cunt… NOW!”
Seeing the hunger in her eyes, Rod was only too willing to oblige.
Crawling atop her, he placed his cock at her opening and pushed gently…
Then suddenly she dug her fingernails into his ass, pushing him into her
forcefully! Her mouth hungrily sought his, and she was squirming beneath
him like an eel out of water!
Rod finally got that she was really out for a ride, so he started
fucking her with long, hard, fast strokes, his cock stiff as a board while
her tight pussy made squishy noises with each driving stroke.
Disengaging her mouth for a moment, she cried, “That’s it, you stud!
Fuck me! Pinch my tits! Drive that cock into me! I LOVE IT!!!”
With her cunt clutching his tool like a vice, Rod knew that he wouldn’t
be able to hang on much longer, so he redoubled his efforts to fuck her
fast and furious. Apparently this was what she needed, for with
animalistic groans, she suddenly threw her legs aroung him and started
cumming voilently, her cunt pinching hard on his shaft, and her pussy
gushing juices.
This was all Rod could take, and he drove deeply into her and began
spurting his own juices.
When finally it was all over, they lie together recapturing thier
breath, when Sandy said, “What’s that?” Looking down, they saw the other
couple, whom they had been watching, looking up at them – and aplauding!

Archive-name Miscellerosia00txt

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