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Archive-name Miscellerosia04txt

Monday, July 13th, 2009

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

Code Of Conduct

The following rules apply to all Erosian Theorist
registered and otherwise. They are general guidelines to
follow. If rules are broken then obviously the person has
no desire to continue on his/her study, and has elected to
divorce him/herself from the group. No rules exist for
expulsion of members, however prosecution and conviction
of a member by the city, state or federal government of
the United States for sex crimes will cause the Erosian
Coordinator to delete all input from this individual.


1. No Erosian shall engage in any sexual activity that is
not consented to by all parties involved.

2. No Erosian shall engage in sex with any person who is
unable to realistically make decisions concerning his
or her sexual desires, preferences, likes and dislikes.
This includes minors, the elderly, the mentally or
emotionally impaired or handicapped.

3. Safe sex and thoughtful attention to details of birth
control, disease prevention and especially AIDS
prevention should be practiced by all Erosians.

4. No permanent physical, mental or emotional damage is to
be allowed during sexual practices.

5. Any Erosian not desiring to participate in sexual
activity outside the scope of his own world, should
designate such by placing a N in the questionaire form
when asked about participation.

6. No Erosian should harrass another Erosian who has
placed a N following his PEIC number. This is
signifying that he/she is NOT interested in sexual
activity at that time.

By following the above guidelines I believe that we have
the ability to begin a listing procedure that will allow
others to meet and discuss and possibly experiment with
certain ideas and concepts.

Bus Driving Experience

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellbgbb0992txt

Monday, April 13th, 2009

Archive-author: Bwana DePervert
Archive-title: Bwana’s Guide To Bouncing Boobs

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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!


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.



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..

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

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
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellspankcintxt

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

Archive-author: Bostnbob
Archive-title: Spanking in the Cinema

This is a preliminary list which I hope will be made even more complete
and accurate by your comments, additions, corrections, and suggestions.
Please direct your input — especially reports of new “sightings” — to
Bostnbob, either in public messages or through e-mail.

These entries vary widely in their credibility. Those which I have seen
personally or which have been reported by sources with a long record of
reliability are marked with a “*”. Those about which I have serious
doubts are marked with a “?”; your feedback on these items would be
especially appreciated.

The following abbreviations are used in the Notes:

T: Talk or threat only H: Hand
1: One-whacker Wh: Whip
M: Male spankee S: Switch
F: Female spankee St: Strap/belt
J: Juvenile spankee N: Newspaper
JM: Juvenile male spankee P: Paddle/board
JF: Juvenile female spankee HB: Hairbrush
W: One or more witnesses Br: Other type of brush
D: Dress/skirt raised/removed RC: Riding crop
B: Bare bottom Sl: Slipper
OTK: Over-the-knee C: Cane
OFF: Off-screen
ABT: Spanking aborted

Title Notes
—– —–

* Abbott and Costello: In the Navy SEE In the Navy

* Across the Wide Missouri Clark Gable, Maria Elena Marques:

* Adam’s Rib Spencer Tracy, Katherine Hepburn:
1, H, B

? Adrien ?

* Adventure Clark Gable, Greer Garson:
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellrdippers93

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

Archive-title: River Dippers …

Affiliated with The Naturist Society

River Dippers, started in 1979, is a non-profit organization
dedicated to sharing information about ‘free beaches’ (those places
where people are free to wear as much or as little as they please)
located in central and northern California. River Dippers also host a
variety of social events for our members.

River Dippers welcome all who share our open enjoyment of sun,
breeze, water, and good people in natural, outdoor settings,
unbothered by clothing. We are affiliated with the national free
beach organization, The Naturist Society.


We participate in a wide variety of activities throughout the
year; Seasonal Parties and Potlucks, Monthly Meetings, Skinny-Skiing,
National Nude Weekend, National Naturist Association Gatherings, Nude
Hiking and Backpacking, Canuding, Nude Cruises (through River Dippers
Cruises), Nude Christmas Caroling, Visits to Naturist Clubs and
Resorts, Body Painting, and more. We also hold informal monthly
meetings to discuss and plan upcoming events


We have a five-page set of guidesheets available. Some of the
best skinny-dipping streams, rivers, and lakes in central and northern
California are shown. Places where skinny-dipping and nude sunbathing
are locally accepted and, indeed, the preferred way to visit nature
(in the outfit she issued you). Just send $2 in a self-addressed
stamped envelope (SASE) to us, regardless of whether you order our
newsletter or not.


Our quarterly newsletter keeps free beachers informed on
skinny-dipping locations and changes, on current activities in the
nude recreation movement (national, state, and local), and on
occasions when fellow River Dippers may wish to share a beach or other
activities together. Our intent is to keep organization and formality
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-name Miscellpure-rk100

Saturday, July 5th, 2008

Archive-author: Texas A&M
Archive-title: Purity Test – Roadkill

The reader hereby is warned that roadkill games can be dangerous; not
all that appears dead is dead; not all scents can be removed by normal
means (ie, soap and water); not many of those who are weak of heart or
stomach can truly enjoy roadkill games, and attempt to do so at their
own risk of O’spurt-ing; not all roadkill is suitable for all things
contained herein, and discretion must be used in what one attempts to
do with a given piece of roadkill; not many states have laws
specifically banning roadkill games, but most judges and juries will
not think twice about locking up and throwing away the key on anyone
who can be shown to have participated in roadkill games; roadkill can
carry odd diseases; odd diseases can be passed between two or more
people engaging in roadkill games with the same piece of roadkill; not
all roadkill can be trusted when it says “I have it covered”; not all
roadkill is natural, some roadkill is manufactured and placed on the
road for tourist’s viewing pleasure by local governments (case in
point: the number of armadillos one can see as roadkill on any given
day in Texas far exceeds any estimations of the living population on
the previous day); not all roadkill is suitable for consumption; not
all roadkill will go with “basic black” pumps; not all people consider
roadkill a topic for polite conversation; not all parties can be
livened up by bringing along your own roadkill; not many people
consider roadkill an appropriate housewarming gift; not all roadkill
enjoys being roadkill; not all universities have roadkill
organizations that can tell you where the really good roadkill is and
that can inform you of local laws and customs in the area of roadkill
(start your own, today!); not many hunting magazines consider roadkill
eligible for “best kill” competitions; not many people read all of
these conditions, but all are held to have if they read later portions
of the test, and therefore the authors are not libel in any way,
shape, or form for anything that happens to a reader because of having
read the Omnisex, Roadkill Purity Test, unless of course something
GOOD happens to the reader, in which case we demand 40% off top–
contact the law firm of Grinch, Evil-anti-Grinch and Assoc., College
Station, TX, 77840, for payment instructions.

The Roadkill Purity Test is a blatant plagiarism of the original Purity Test,
and therefore we shall list its history as the history of this test.

Original Style Purity Test Genesis/History:

Version 1 (100) Created at MIT-1@aker House. Two parallel versions; one for
male, and one for female. Not much is known about this
version. It was ported to CMU by ps in 1982.
Version 2 (247) Spring 1983 – CMU/jb, pd, kr, ps, ts, mt, et al.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

Afternoon in the Booth

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

It all began innocently enough. My husband, Jack, and I were driving home
from a party. We both had drunk enough that we were feeling relaxed. Though
not exactly newlyweds, we still get frisky and I was feeling warm this night.

As we drove on the interstate home, I leaned against Jack and said that I
couldn’t wait to get home. “What are you going to do first?” he asked. I
allowed how I was looking forward to getting out of these clothes. “Why
wait?’ he asked as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Though
I had never done anything outside the house before, I decided to play his
little game. I reached down and unbuttoned my blouse. Jack’s eye were having
a hard time sticking to the road. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and
removed. I leaned against Jack and could tell from his bulge that he was
having fun. The funny thing was that I was enjoying this little game too.
Jack asked, “You’re not done yet are you?” A challenge like that couldn’t
go unanswered. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. I lowered
it to my lap. Jack’s eye nearly bugged out when he looked over and saw my
naked breasts in the passing cars headlight. I leaned against him and he
put his hand around me and grab my right breast and started playing. By the
time we arrived home, we were both so excited that we didn’t even make it out
of the garage.

That was our first experience with exhibition. Over the next few months,
we experimented with it a few times. Jack talked me into flashing truckers my
tits a couple of times. At home, Jack bought a Polaroid camera and made me
his star model. I didn’t mind to much (if the truth be told, I usually
enjoyed and I always enjoyed the lovemaking after a session) as long as he
promised to keep the pictures private and we didn’t do anything to near to
home. I didn’t want one of our little games coming home to haunt us. I
would indulge him by wearing sexy clothes out but only if we were out of
town. Jack really enjoyed other men looking at me on these trips.

One day, he came home from a business trip and he was more intense then
usually. He told me he had found a little adult book store just off the main
interchange. He said they had peep show movies and books(he had a package
with some “swinger’s magazines” and one with amateur pictures. He also told
me they had a stripper booth. We read the magazines and Jack tried to talk me
into trading pictures with some couples in the magazines. I was unwilling and
said that as long as it was safe (like at home or out of town), I didn’t mind
playing games but to send pictures to unknown people was too much (not to
mention meet them later on). Jack pouted for a couple days but by the
weekend, he seemed ready to forget the whole thing.

He suggested a ride out of town. I knew what he wanted and figured since
I had rained on his parade earlier, that I would try to make it up to him this
weekend. I put on a pair of shorts and a halter with nothing on underneath.
Once we were out on the road, I started teasing Jack but dropping and then
retying the halter. He was getting an eyeful and I even let a trucker get a
…End of the part1. To be continued..


Monday, February 4th, 2008

It is a sunny warm day, a perfect day for a bike ride. The sun is just coming
up, the sky is a wonderful golden blue color, and the birds are singing. I
hear a motorcycle pull up in front, and I open the door to find you standing
there, smiling, arms out for a hug. We stand hugging and kissing for a couple
of minutes, and then reluctently pull apart. You notice that I am wearing
leather pants and a leather halter sort-of top, and comment “Going leather on
me huh?”. I smile and tell you that the pants were especially made for me and
have a special feature that I will show you, later.

We get on the bike and go off to breakfast where you ask me what sort of
special feature my pants have. I smile, and tell you that I will show you when
we get to the parking lot. We quickly finish breakfast, and go to the bike. I
tell you to stand beside the bike while I climb on so you can see the special
feature of my pants. As I straddle the bike, you can see that the pants have
no crotch to speak of and that my cunt is completely visable to you. You also
notice that I have shaved all my hair off and you comment about that.

“That way I have nothing at all between me and the bike and I get all those
wonderful vibrations”. You reach over to run one finger along my cunt and I
sigh, wanting more, yet knowing that we are in a public place. “You know, you
can reach back at the stop lights to touch me” I whisper “and just wait until
you see what the back of this top looks like…….”

You climb on the bike, and we take off. At the next couple of stop lights, you
reach back to touch my cunt, but it is a difficult to keep the bike upright
with just one hand when I am squirming around. At the next light, I reach down
with my gloved hand and put a finger into my pussy and then place that finger
into your mouth. The light changes and I hear you moan “Let’s find somewhere
quiet so we can be alone”.

Up into the mountains we go, away from all the people, into the trees, the
warmth. We spot a small dirt road that leads into the trees, away from the
main road, and decide to try it. The ride is bumpy for a few yards, and then
smooths out and twists around into the trees to a clearing by a brook. We get
off the bike, you spread a blanket on the ground, and we sit down. “Now show
me this top”. I unzipper my jacket and you realize that the top I am wearing
looks like it is held on by magic. As I remove the jacket you can see that it
is just a piece of soft glove leather in front with a couple of pieces of
leather thong holding it on in back….one piece around my neck and another
piece across my upper back under my arms. The lower bottom of the front isn’t
really held down and gets blown gently by the breeze.

“This outfit, you look so good in it, and it looks so accessable too”.

I smile, “I have been waiting so long to be with you again, that anything else
I thought about wearing just didn’t seem right” You lift up the top and start
carressing my breasts while you lay me down with your kisses. Your thigh is
between my legs, brushing against my cunt. My hands start wandering along your
back, on your ass, around your hips. You start kissing and licking your way
down my neck, under the top, to my nipples. I moan as you take each on into
your mouth to suck on it. I am rubbing my cunt on your leg, “More” I whisper
“Please, more”.

You move down my stomach, your mouth following your hands, you spread open my
legs to reveal my cunt to your tongue and fingers. The combination of my
juices and the leather smells wonderful and it makes you even hotter. You
start licking my cunt slowly putting a gloved finger in my pussy. I push
againist your face, wanting still more. The faster I push, the harder you lick
and the further you put your finger in me. In my head I feel like a thousand
fireworks are going off as I cum. You stop licking me and move up so I can
reach your pants. I sit up slightly, undo your belt and remove your pants.
Your cocks wants out so bad, it looks like it is going to burst through your
underwear. Rubbing your cock through your shorts, I kneel beside you, kiss you
on the mouth, and begin to lick your neck, your ears (love your ears, your very
sensitive ears) down your chest as I unbutton your shirt, -and then removing
your shorts, to your cock. Ah, the wonderful taste of your cock as it enters
my mouth for the first time. Licking up and down the shaft, taking the head in
my mouth licking around the head, then putting all of it into my mouth still
licking it. My hands fondle your balls and your ass.

Your hands are on my head, stroking my hair. I want your cock in my pussy. I
start licking my way up your chest, still fondleing your cock and balls. When
I get to your ears, I whisper “Put your cock into me now, I want to feel it
inside of me”. Pushing me onto my back, you slowly enter me. You feel my
leather pants around your thighs, the almost satin feeling of them, and then
the feeling of being inside of me, the moist, tight, warmth. We start moving
together, slowly at first, but we can’t wait any longer. Faster, harder we
move, your mouth on my tits, sucking them making me hotter and wetter. You
feel me starting to cum, and push further into me. Screaming we both cum
feeling like it will never end, not wanting it to end. Finally we lie quietly,
in each others arms. We pull the blanket over us and fall into a quiet sleep.

Archive-name Miscelloldtimestxt

Sunday, December 16th, 2007

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
“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
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
“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
“You don’t *like* her, do you?” asked Karen.
“Gimme a break. I just wonder if she hits those notes on her
back, too.”
“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 Miscellfucktxt

Friday, October 26th, 2007

Archive-title: Fuck You

Perhaps one of the most interesting and colorful words in the
English language today is the word “Fuck”. It is one magical word which
just by it’s sound can describe pain, pleasure, hate, and love. Fuck, like
most words in the English language, takes it’s name from another language,
the German word “Friklon” which means “WHOOPEE”.

In language, fuck falls into many grammatical categories. It can
be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive
(Mary was fucked by John), or as a passive verb (Mary doesn’t really give
a fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Mary is fuckin’ beautiful). As
you can see, there are not too many words with the versatility of “Fuck”.

Besides it’s sexual connections, this lovely word can be used to
describe many situations as follows:

Fraud…………….I got fucked by my insurance agents
Trouble………………………I guess I’m fucked now
Dismay………………………………..Oh! Fuck it
Agression…………………………………Fuck You
Passive……………………………………Fuck me
Confusion…………………………….What the fuck
Difficulty……I don’t understand this fucking business
Despair……………………………….Fucked again
Philosophical………………………Who gives a fuck
Incompetence…………………………He’s fucked up
Laziness……………………………He’s a fuck off
Displeasure………What the fuck’s going on around here
Rebellion……………………………Fuck the world

It can be used in descriptive anatomy: He’s really a fucking ass-hole.
It can be used to tell time: It’s fucking’ Five-thirty.
It can be used in business: How did I get this fucking job?
It can be used as a prediction: Oh well, I’ll be fucked.
It can be maternal: Mother-fucker!
It can be nautical: Fuck the Admiral!
It can be political: Fuck the President!
It can open the door to wonderful relationships: Lets fuck, baby.
It can be used to enhance the meaning of a word: Fuckin’ beautiful.

The mind fairly bogies at the many creative forms for this most
functional word. How can anyone be offended when you say “Fuck”? Use it
in your daily speech. It adds to your prestige.

-Tell someone today, “FUCK YOU”

Archive-name Miscellfantfacttxt

Saturday, October 13th, 2007

Archive-author: Rod Longley
Archive-title: Fantasy Facts!

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
70% of American men earning more than $70,000 annually say they cheat on their

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

Archive-name Miscellbunchtxt

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

Archive-title: A Bunch of different stories

place: the beach, then a house on the beach
time: evening turning into night, the moon is out
tense: first person
people: the person speaking and a girl name sue
situation: sue is a virgin, and she and speaker are in love

It is a cool spring evening..and i am walking down a beach near my home, i
am holding sue’s hand, and her head is resting on my shoulder. I am sure we mu
st look like siemese twins to the people who pass us by. But neither of us rea
lly care…Inside i feel a warmt, that is centered at my solar plexus and radia
tes through out my body. I really love sue, I have loved her from the first mo
nent i set eyes on her. I remember that first time, i spent hours just staring
into her eyes. As we walk on the beach i slowly massage sue’s hand with the f
ingers of my hand. I suddenly stop, and slowly lift her chin up with my hand,
we look into each others eyes, a message that only our hearts shall ever know,
passes between us. Our kiss is slow and gentle, and very deep..her mouths tast
es very sweet. we consume each other in our hunger. i remove my lips from her
and bend my head a little lower, and my lips leave a wet silken trail across h
er chin and down her throat. a deep moan escapes sues lips. in the mean time,
our arms have not been idle, and we are entwined within each others arms. our
s arms are slowly caressing each others body. We stop for a moment so that i c
an spred the blanket i carry over my shoulder on the sand, so that we can have
something to lie on. I lift sue off her feet and slowly lower her onto the bla
nket. i then rest on my elbows above her, i take her upper lip in mine, and sl
owly caress it with my tongue and lips, then i decide to head higher, i lick a
trail across her nose, at which point she giggles, and i smile, then higher sti
ll to her forehead, which i gentlely kiss, then my tongues moves all across her
face, her eyes, her cheeks, her ears, her moans of pleasure grow louder and lo
uder. Then i am back at her lips again. After a while she moves down my neck
and her teeth are suddenly at my throat, which i bare to her, showing her my tr
ust. she gentlely nips my throat, and caresses it with her tongue and lips, th
e sensation is exquisite and it is now my turn to moan. i slowly untie her bat
hing suit top, with one hand while i balance over her with the other, her brea
st are not large, but they are full and they do not sag. i take her nipples in
my mouth and slowly rotate them back and forth with my lips and my teeth. sue
’s moans grow louder and louder. i take her nipple out of my mouth and slowly
caress it with my tongue. I then switch to the next nipple and begin all over
again. after a while i use my mouth to suck a trail down sue’s stomach, my ton
gue takes a short stop in her belly buttom, and again i make her giggle, I the
n move on. I reach the top of her bathing suit bottom. I take it between my t
eeth, and pull it half way down her legs. My mouth then goes back up her legs
to her pubic mound, i rub my nose and my face in the hair there, taking in the
rich musky scent. i then move my lips to the top of her opening, i gentlely li
ck the little nib of flesh that is there, sue’s moans are ever increasing. I t
…End of the part1. To be continued..