hey....got any sex text that you wanna share....? i do.... We got into a cab and , as it wheeled around, Mara impulsively climbed over me and straddled me. We went into a blind fuck, with the cab lurching and careening, our teeth knocking, tongue bitten, and the juice pouring from her like hot soup. As we passed an open plaza on the other side of the river, just at daybreak, I caught the astonished glaze of a cop as we sped by. "Its dawn Mara," i said, trying gently to disengage myself. "Wait wait," she begged, panting and clutching at me furiously, and with she went into a prolonged orgasm in which i thought she would rub my cock off. Finally she slid off and slumped back into her corner, her dress still up over her knees. I leaned over to embrace her again and as I did so I ran my hand up her wet cunt. She clung to me like a leech, wiggling her slippery ass around in a frenzy of abandon. I felt hot juice trickling through my fingers. I had all four fingers up her crotch, stirring up the liquid moss which was tingling with electrical spasms. She had two or three more orgasms and then sank back, exhausted, smile up at me weakly like a trapped doe. .................................................. "I'll call you tomorrow" she said, leaning forward impulsively for he last embrace. And then in my ear she murmured-"Im falling in love with the strangest man on earth. You frighten me, you're so gentle. Hold me tight...believe in me always...I feel almost as if i were with a god." H.Miller Sexus i started reading this again today.....this was in the first 10 pages.....WHOA!!!

jesus christ! i need a cold shower!

Out of the palace dashed a bevy of naked aborigine women, all projecting images of sex into the minds of the adventurers-except for Janiti, who, strapped to Usuthu, swooned according to some pornographic telepathy broadcast from Winjin. Soon all were induging in frenetic sexual acts. Winjin humped joyfully upon the stunted torso and withered limbs of Janiti, Crazy Horse pillowed three Stone Age women at once, and Usuthu grappled urgently with no less than eight. Li, the most modest of them, resisted, but finally gave in to the mental proddings of two aborigine women, who, in any over setting, might have struck him as supremely ugly. The beauty and poetry of their thoughts, however, far overshadowed both his cultural conditioning and his exhaustion. But as soon as he was spent, Li leapt up. The sex had, suprisingly, invigorated him. "What about AntiBob?" he shouted to the others, who remained oblivious in their pleasures. "Must Find Dobbs! Not forget holy mission!" He dashed into the palace. The hallways were strewn with prone, happily sighing women, all obviously well serviced by Dobbs. And in such a short time! Li followed the trail of fucked-out women to a great room from which emanated both Dobbs' groans of pleasure and the moist, slurping noises of some great beast. Rounding the corner, Li could scarcely believe his eyes. Dobbs was emersed headfirst to the pelvis in the slimy body of some gigantic prehistoric cephalopod, a slug or shell-less snail which writhed and sucked and glorped around "Bob's" nude body. The orifice which hid "Bob's" torso resembled an enormous vagina; his buttocks were being lightly spanked by a huge, prehensile penislike appendage. "Ah . . . prairie squid," burbled Dobbs' voice from deep within the slimy folds of the omnisexual beast. "More prairie squid than I'd ever imagined in my wildest dreams!" -Ivan Stang, The Third Fist

I think I need to go lie down now... My first instince was to smoke a ciggarett, and now all of a sudden with the introduction of the "prairy squid" I think I'm going to be sick... Fuck. "...and then he said, all I wanted was a blow-job and all I got was a rim-job." " I think she was hard of hearing, but I can't be sure." Time to go lie down now.

jon used to give the glasses "rim jobs" at shari's.

ooooh, my aching mind...

heh heh heh Me, all i get when i read that particular piece is JEALOUS.

You see, I'm just too frustrated for my own health right now, so that just mentally and physically fucks with me.

As I watched Van Norden tackle her, it seems to me that I'm looking at a machine whose cogs have slipped. Left to themselves, they could go on this way forever, grinding and slipping, without ever anything happening. Until a hand shuts the motor off. The sight of them coupled like a pair of goats without the least spark of passion, grinding and grinding away for no reason except the fifteen francs, washes away every bit of feeling I have except the inhuman one of satisfying curiosity. The girl is lying on the edge of the bed and Van Norden is bent over her like a satyr with his two feet solidly planted on the floor. I am sitting on a chair behind him, watching their movements with cool, scientific detachment; it doesn't matter to me if it should last forever. It's like watching one of those crazy machines which throw the newspaper out, millions and billions and trillions of them with their meaningless headlines. The machine seems more sensible, crazy as it is, and more fascinating to watch, than the human beings and the events which produced it. My interest in Van Norden and the girl is nil; if I could sit like this and watch every single performance going on at this minute all over the world my interest would be even less than nil. I wouldn't be able to differentiate between this phenomenon and the rain falling or a volcano erupting. As long as that spark of passion is missing there is no human significance in the performance. The machine is better to watch. And these two are like a machine which has slipped its cogs. It needs the touch of a human hand to set it right. It needs a mechanic. -Tropic of Cancer

"...The most frenzied, weasel-like copulation was to them a breezy show of affection -'a little hug.' Hour long bouts of oral intimacy would be the equivalent of a flirtatious wink. "Among the more specialized Yeti sex organs were the prehensile nose-hairs. The enormous nostrils of one Yeti could turn inside out, extend down the other's sinuses, and massage them from the inside. The couple's nose hairs (tentacles, actually) could sensuously intertwine, sometimes forming knots. The nervous system was so refined that the whole surface of each nose-hair-like-tentacle could sense pleasure. "What passed between two Yeti was sexual electrochemistry with some quantum physics thrown in. They poured themselves into each other, telepathically switching back and forth, exploding together in echoing shiver-rushes, their epidermi bonding and melding. Then deeper tissues would merge. The six hearts would begin beating together in perfect sync, the brain waves locking in on each other and pulsing as one. "The mouth acted as a powerful electric vibrator, hypermoaning the other's body parts, building up powerful sympathetic vibrations that increased geometrically with the response vibrations into a veritable full-body massage - crazed, unhinged bouts of bellowing and SCREAMING into each other with such force that their lungs blew inside out, back and forth, into each other's chest cavities. Then, as the couple slowly, involuntarily levitated off the ground like a huge furry throbbing balloon, began the ultimate miracle: the hearts would pull toward each other, pushing through the tissues, forcing their ways through the retractable rib cage, and join together in one massive circulatory system - two Yeti becoming one that constantly, orgasmically changed shape, writhing and pumping like a titanic hairy amoeba. The female retracted her spike-tailed egg protector, the male extended his barbed cloacal syringe, and...well, in deference to the reader's gentle sensibilities, we shall refrain from needlessly dwelling on one of nature's most precious and intimate secrets." -from "Mating Practices among the Yeti of Mutantis"

i used to have a tape of "the hour of slack" hosted by ivan stang. from back when he had a show on community radio in dallas. i think i had just put a tape on to record and left the house to go to a jam session. it had "jesus vs. the mole people" on it. ************** The orchestra disintegrates in sour notes and pathic screeches from the horns. Now he turns to the singing audience and shoves his lemon in every bellowing mouth. He spits out the lemon strips off his raccoon coat and stands naked with a hard-on. A cry of strangled rage bursts from the crowd screaming clawing slipping on their spit to get at him as he drops on all fours smiling his back teeth bare and ejaculates canines tear through his bleeding gums stretching his face to a snout red hair ripples down his back into a bushy red tail laps his lean flanks leaner crinkles and shrinks his balls squeezing jets of sperm from his red pointed wolf phallus quivering teeth bare his eyes light up bright lemon yellow and nitrous fumes steam off his body a reek of burning film and animal musk. He leaps through an invisible window and disappears in the 1920 night with a distant sour train whistle. excerpted from: "The Lemon Kid", from "Exterminator!" W.S. Burroughs.

oh. my. i was reading "once upon a pirate" at work, but someone else must've taken it home. damn. it had great sex scenes. absolutely wonderful.

I once had a Shadowrun character that had only two cyber addons... Inflateable and deflateable breasts... Could go to being compleatly flatchested to being a 38 DDD. And a removable "STUDMASTER 9000" a removable cybercock... The character died within two gaming sessions because the game master thought I was mocking him and being a smart ass. I was.

Uncontrollable now, like some magnificent maniac, Bijou threw herself over Elena's body, parted her legs, placed herself between them, glued her sex to Elena's, and moved, moved with desperation. Like a man now, she thumped against Elena, to feel the two sexes meeting, soldering. then as she felt her pleasure coming she stopped herself, to prolong it, fell backwards and opened her mouth to Leila's breast, to burning nipples that were seeking to be caressed. Elena now was also in a frenzy before orgasm. She felt a hand under her, a hand she could rub against. She wanted to throw herself on this hand until it made her come, but she also wanted to prolong her pleasure. And she ceased moving. The hand pursued her. She stood up, and the hand again traveled towards her sex. Then she felt Bijou standing against her back, panting. She felt the pointed breasts, the brushing of Bijou's sexual hair against her buttocks. Bijou rubbed against her, and then slid up and down, slowly, knowing the friction would force Elena to turn so as to feel this on her breasts, sex and belly. Hands, hands everywhere at once. Leila's pointed nails buried in the softest part o Elena's shoulder, between her breast and underarm, hurting, a delicious pain, the tigress taking hold of her, mangling her. Elena's body so burning hot that she feared one more touch would set off the explosion. Leila sensed this, and they separated. All three of them fell on the couch. They ceased touching and looked at each other, admiring their disorder, and seeing the moisture glistening along their beautiful legs. "Elena" from the book "Delta of Venus" Anais Nin. have a good morning.

WOW

Damn man, it's Monday morning. I don't need this shit.

excellent droop, thank you for your contributions........ i forwarded these to the mrs. she reponded that she will be rubbing office furniture all day long......

bijou?

excuse me, but i have a question...was that a lesbian threesome? i'm a tad bit confused.

dave - i know, i associate "bijou" with a theater. it turns out that, in french, it means: 1. jewel 2. something finely or exquisitely wrought. so it would be the french equivalent of a woman named "gem" or "jewel". not of a woman named "cineplex." yes, pez, it's a lesbian threesome. the three women are attemping to bring themselves close to orgasm and then delay gratification. all of this was written back in the 30's. anais nin was a friend of henry miller. originally i was going to post a samuel r. delaney homosexual rape scene. but then i thought: nah...patrick wants the consensual lesbian sex.

i see you boys know about the bijou in chicago huh? mmm hmmm no no no droop, i want whatever youwant to say, in the name of variety , please bring on the homosexual rape scene....... the Miller and Anais stories are classic, bring something a little different to the table, please.

damn! where did my monique witting books go? they're in some box......

Rubbing office furniture? Oh, my.

ich bin sehr lucken Herr abend

Indeed, you are. If only all of us were thus blessed. Everyone go see the aurora from the solar flare!

i think you're going to be glucklich heute abend, patrick. you might even get your gluck licked. i'll see what i can't do about sex texts from the books i've got lying around my apartment. i lost terry southern's "candy" when i moved. that was a good one.

Woah. I might have to root out some trash novels in the spirit of things here.

i remember making out and thinking that it was going too fast (last boy) and thinking "finally! i'm going to have sex! now i can write about it!" but i dumped him, because he (1) didn't call when he said he would, (2) i couldn't read him, and (3) he'd show up, thinking i'd want to go out ~right~ ~then~. yeah. maybe ishould be a lesbian. men aren't perfect enough.

boy pez, you aren't very forgiving. You shouldn't be able to read anyone? how arrogant. If you want to know something ask....don't play mind games, don't expect him to be a mind reader. and chicks are perfect? sheeesh young one, take pebble grasshoppa

god damn, if you think dating men is hard, then try dating a woman. ladies are full of mischief! guys are just regular.

Yeah, girls are a handful and a half.

dating a woman is very hard. you never know what is going on. and just when you think you do, they change it on you.

the mrs. for the most part hates girls, because of the reasons you guys spell out above. she just likes to cop a feel from time to time...... she is the only girl I know that has no quam walking up to a girl, and saying "great tits"....she got more balls than me

yeah, i like ladies and all, but i've had such a bad time with the ones i have dated ......i'm either "the big experiment" or the "psychotic freakout magnet"... fuck that, it's not worth it at all. but if i found a lady like me, sorta crazy, sorta domestic goddess-ish, okay with just a sex thing.......maybe

well i was trying to read him b/c he wouldn't tell me anything! i had no clue if he liked me or was using me or what. i also felt that there was more to life than making out, despite whatever he thought. i was very angry. i wanted to kill him, but instead i knocked over shoe boxes and swore. hmmm. maybe being a domme wouldn't be such a bad idea...

assuming he is your age pez, there is no other mission on an 18 year old males mind other than to make out.....

I think there's more on an 18 year old male'smind than just making out... This girl that I live with, the one who gets calls at wierd hours of the morning and leaves hair in the drain, is playing a really fucked up CD. It keeps skipping, and she won't stop it, and she's getting mad at me for telling her to take it off my CD player and find something that's not scratched. ARGH!

ARGH! Hair in the drain is the worst! I can put up with almost anything a roommate has to dish out... EXCEPT those little mats of shampoo-saturated hair that accumulate on the drain. That's where I draw the line.

Drain hair is sooooo gross. And I keep saying "dude, it's not may hair, because I have so much hair I'm religious about cleaning out the drain," and she keeps trying to act like it's not hers. Well whose else damn hair is it, then? Neither of us have boy toys, it's not like it's boy hair or something. It's so FUCKING disgusting. Ugh. I hate drain hair.

we don't have a trap, so every so often i have to take the super-suck and yank the accumulated drain-rat from his happy home. nasty ass shit.

yuck.

ya, taught me not to cum in the shower.

Too. Much. Information.

haaaaa@!!!!!!!!

so, anyway, there were all these gals sitting around and FARTING the other day, so I says to them....

If I was male I would just be the hugest shower wanker. It's one of the bad things about being female...it's just too bloody awkward.

begin 1950's housewife commercial voice that's why i take mostly baths. it eliminates the danger of falling and cracking my head on the tub and it leaves me feeling relaxed and fresh as a daisy...... end 1950's housewife commercial voice

i'd take baths, but i'm too tall for the bathtub. i'd have to be immersed. so i take baths only while on vacation.

That's fine Mavis as long as the girls were sitting around farting. I don't wanna hear no talk of "the girls were sitting around on their bedpans doing colon blows the other day..."

Speaking of colon blows and things fecal-related, where's Jay been lately?

hee heee!

i was talking about pull out of the ass money shots, but whatever.

My girlfriend hates when I do those pull out money shots -- it knocks her over.

Oh, you don't have one of those flexible shower heads? Those things rule. I love showers, beause they get me cleaner. And leave me feeling relaxed and refreshed.

uh i love it when my bird whacks metrics with herbie hancock. i love it when my beer is cold and the rest of the room is solid hot fog. my coffee table has rebel bowl holes burnt into the finish.

there's this girl in my cultural studies class who is really Really cute. she looks kind of like Kaite Holms, only not so nausiating, if that makes sense. Cute, but not Too cute. she has black black hair and slightly pale skin, which for some reason is a look I've always been fond off. she's too nicely dressed to be gothic, though, which is good cuz I don't need a cliche. so far we've only had two classes, but both times I've just kept staring at her throughout the class. she sits on the other side of the room from me, so I have to look away from the teacher to see her. so far she hasn't looked my way even Once. her voice is really soft and quiet, and whenever someone in the room starts speaking she looks their way and then her eyes kind of fade away, like she's not paying attention, but I suspect she really Is. I think it's the cutest thing in the world when she nibbles on the end of her pen. I really don't know anything about her. except her name is Kathleen and she likes to write. and she's probably about 19ish. I've had crushes on girls before, and strong physical reactions to girls before, but I've never been really smitten with Anyone, girl or boy, that I didn't actually know. but she almost makes me feel breathless.

Shower Drain hair is the nastiest thing I think I ever have to clean up, and I have 2 kids and 2 cats....... Makes me gag every time.

Yuck. And she left something gross in the trash this morning. I'm taking a stand. I don't mind taking out the trash normally, but I do object when there's something nasty in I didn't put there. Tom, let's make our housmates go live together somewhere far, far away.

What was it?

I don't know. That's why it's gross.

If you would've known what it was, would it have made a difference in its gross-ness quotient? A rose by any other name...

It didn't smell sweet. It looked disgusting. And it filled my trashcan.

Ooooh,you must have a strong constitution.Thats just uncalled for,and in the morning.I think Swine should be alerted to the problem.

Maybe. It was pretty damn gross, whatever it was.

It filled the trash can?It was big and gross?Oh my.

Yeah. I almost puked. It wasn't bloody, otherwise I might have suspected an aborted fetus. It had that sort of putrid rotting scent.

Where do you think your roomate got it?

ick. sounds like something you'd find in my sister's room.

I don't know. It's foul, whatever it is. She hasn't gotten back from work yet (I'm on lunch), and when she does, I plan to ask.

be carefule, Isolde. We dont want someone to find you looking like a yucky nasty thing in their trashcan when they go to work in the morning....................

Yes,be careful

Nah, fling it on her and see what she does.

I like that idea.

that is good, dougie

this is not not sex text people. at least nate's come in the shower remark was implied sex of some sort.....and i think thats where we went wrong

Patrick, see my post of 2:53 on "Have You Ever...Entertained Thoughts of Suicide."