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All messages posted to this Forum are preserved indefinitely, until erased by the Forum-Op. Welcome, Sysop, to Erotica: Where Fantasy and Reality collide Select a letter from this list, or X to exit: flfff Date: Monday, January 11, 1993 11:09pm Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 288874 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Electra (Copy by Sysop, Copy by Lythande) (7 replies) (hate to bore u all but figured id post it.. incestual deal.. seemed the thing to do in this sig :) > Reflections of yesterday mirror from thine eyes Yet you think that you hide them 'neath a blinding disguise But blinded I'm not. I can see what is real, In your heart you have thoughts, I know you can feel. On your knees, beseech love, yet you have not a drop to give And while u search for answers youre forgetting how to live Come, reach for my hand! as I pull it away.. And laugh in the shadows where my childhood would play Into memories of terror and horror and fright And how did these memories vanish from sight I wonder if you see me as I laugh at your pain, And if you ever hear me as I scream out in vain, Or if you even realize your own wants and desires, And if you'll ever catch me as I trip through your wires, Or if you'll let me tumble, into the dungeon you call home, And repay me for my laughter by leaving me alone. Do you remember all those nights that you spent inside my head? Or were you really next to me, lying in my bed. You took me to the shadows and the castles in the night, And I screamed until I thought I'd never see the light. And here I am today, watching as you hover, ghost above, I'm wondering about our 'different kind of love'.. And do you really see me as I laugh at your pain, And did you see me then, as I danced into the rain.. And still you haunt me now in all my hopes and fears, As vivid as the memory of all those blurry years.. Of when you took my hand and held it Oh So Tight, And never heard me whisper, oh Daddy, say goodnight.. You stayed there till the end, or until my lips could form 'goodbye', A pity there was no answer, I guess you Had to Die. Date: Friday, January 15, 1993 8:13pm Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 288913 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Separate Ways.. (1 reply) Separate ways afar And travelling far away Searching again for nothing.. and Nothing left to say It was but long ago I was though torn apart Crystal visions shattered, broken hard against my heart Veils of brides arresting, faded soft into the land Bouquets of roses dying with a touch of evils hand A sweet breath often felt Held against my warming skin Love turned once more to be Just another heart felt sin .... Bitter tempting promises, A Temptress sure to know Rose colored eyes upon me, they keep me hanging low I felt you once upon a time, though you never told me why.. I bid thee babe, for now, farewell But I'll never say goodbye. Date: Tuesday, January 19, 1993 2:34pm Forum: Erotica From: Enchanter Msg#: 291218 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Philadelphia Futura (2 replies) I helped her out of the pool as soon as I was out myself. It had a been a tiring and rigorous day, but it was preferable on an uneventful and labor-guiding Monday. I didn't know too much about the work that Betsy did. No one as much cared anyway like I did, I guess -- not with all the tech that made many jobs rather trite. One thing that you could count on from the state, though, was that they would always put you in somewhere, no matter how unlikely or unnecessary you were. Besides, these days, everyone was thinking of one thing -- space. Dripping wet, we proceeded to the locker room slowly, taking care not to slip on the wet floor, conversing as we went. "Tired," I asked, noticing a hefty sigh. "No better word to describe it," she answered, those brown eyes, reflecting the bright blue haze of the pool's interior lighting above with the fractal swirls of the water's waves below, hypnotizing me as they turned to respond for a brief cherished moment. We stood under the blowers immediately upon entering to dry ourselves before we continued to our lockers, which were nearby. I pressed a thumb to the black pad and exumed the contents inside -- a black-blue suit with a pair of the usual black sandals and my usual white shoulder-strapped carrying case. I was surprised at the speed at which she had dressed herself at that immediate moment when I turned to my right, and saw her sitting on the longbench pulling up her second leg. I wasn't sure if she ever noticed the way I looked at her and if she we had exercised. "No reason to be in a hurry," I pleaded. "Sorry, Matt," she replied, "big day tomorrow," in that ever-sweet voice. We usually went to get some dinner afterwards, and now I was getting the feeling that my persistence was not paying off. She must've noticed my disappointment when she placed her hand on my thigh to console me. "Hey, don't worry, we'll do this again soon, I promise," she insisted. I guess it was because I was finding it very hard to dress as quickly as I would be that it seemed this rather minor event was stretching out from seconds into minutes. I had to momentarily snap myself out of this time dilation so that I wouldn't look silly standing half-naked in a locker room, and, believe it or not, in a room where nudity was commonplace, it did look rather silly. "I'll see you soon," she said, and gave me a peck on the cheek before darting out of the locker room and out the gymnasium. So much for five weeks of perseverance. The following day, I saw her again at the monorail station. I was tempted to ask what had hurried her the day before when her schedule did not appear compromised. Initially I held back, but decided ultimately to inquire once we boarded ALPHA7. When she turned to me to answer, sitting on the aisle seat, I had the vague cognition that her pallor did not appear the same as it usually did. She was a tall woman of about 1.7 meters, and had the slim shapely physical appearance common among those of us of the fifth generation of state physical fitness requirements. Her smooth facial features had a look of frustration I had never seen in Betsy before. I thought I saw the glint of a tear as the mono rose in a spiral along the rotunds of the city. Philadelphia was like that. It didn't have the great towers that New York had, but simply a small medley of uncertainly spherical buildings. "Oh it's nothing important really," she began to say. "Listen," she continued, luckily, since I could think of little else to say, "how about I make up for yesterday? My place; I'll cook us something -- and yes, I can cook, it's not a completely lost art! What do you say to 20:00 on Friday?" Needless to say, I was shocked, especially since I had never been to Betsy's apartment, and didn't even know where she lived. She had done an amazing job of only revealing those details that I seemed to be immediately interested in, so it would take me some bit of thought to realize how little I actually knew about her. This was one of those thoughts. "Sounds great," I answered, trying to keep my composure as best I could about the matter. I logged her communication code into the notebook of my carrying case and gave promise to call her later that day about further details. As usual, my stop was first. I waved to her from outside the car as she slid into the window seat to return the action. On some days, I would wonder at which stop she got off, and would watch the monorail from high atop a perch along the circumference of one of the city's ovoids, in vain, thinking that I could see her exit from one of the farther stops in the distance. Betsy must have taken to great lengths, for this dinner was superb! Suffice it to say that I had been under the impression that many of the animals cooked were actually extinct. Date: Tuesday, January 19, 1993 2:36pm Forum: Erotica From: Enchanter Msg#: 291225 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Philadelphia Futura -- Part II (1 reply) I smiled in a joyous reply and knew what would come long before she depressed the pressure straps that released my suit, uncovering me. I awoke the following morning to the sound of a humming police airskiff, passing over the cupolas, and immediately felt the presence of a warm body surrounded by arms and a bit of a leg -- a blue-grey blanket covering both of us. I smiled in memory of her heat the night before, and images of unhurried oral copulations and gentle caresses filled my mind. I cupped and stroked her breast fondly, stirring her out of her immobile slumber as she restlessly whimpered and sighed. I continued by massaging her calf with my foot under the sheets, to follow with her long firm right arm as I kissed it. I was momentarily caught off guard as she suddenly twisted around to face me, still with eyes closed, and delivered to me a deep throat-burrowing tongue-kiss, before her eyes finally opened. "Hmmm," she first said, "was only a dream after all." There was a sarcastically deadly pause before she giggled at her own remark. I cautiously followed. Had it been three seconds longer, I think I would have cried. "You're not very funny, you know," I said, while still in the middle of an unlikely giggle. Breakfast that morning seemed on much happier spirits than breakfasts usually were, and not only because it was a Saturday. Amid jokes concerning choice of food and ways of eating it, I finally could see a side of Betsy that had never been exposed to me. She was actually a rather free and open person, once one got to know her. I could not help but to ask the most obvious question. "I'd been with this man for about five years," she answered, then sighed. "Anyway, it was getting to the point where we had decided to get married, and then, one day," she paused, "he just decided that he didn't know if he wanted to go through with it. So, he had it in him to go in search of himself... thought he might've missed out on a lot of things being hitched with me all these years," she said, with an obvious sense of irritation. "He was supposed to have come back from wherever he had been, last night, but all I get is some stupid transmittion that says, for all intents, 'Dear Betsy, I'm off to... oh, some star or other... Be back in ten years. Don't wait up.'" "I'm sorry --" "It's alright," she had calmed down. "I was already losing faith in him long ago. I guess," she continued, turning to me, "that I needed something definite to tell me it was over, so that I could divert my attentions to where they should've been -- on someone who really cared for me instead of himself." We embraced lengthfully. I sensed that somewhere inside her, she was holding back tears as she clutched at me tighter and tighter. Sniff, sniff. "Ugh, you stink," she exclaimed. "Who would've thought that all that love-making could generate that great a stench? Come on, into the shower with you," she hurried me affectionately, following into the washroom where she immediately tapped a button to turn the shower on. The walls were a shining a metallic white from the solar ray spearing through a window, placing an odd constrast to the ceramic sink and toilet nearer the door. As a child, I was certain that modern engineers had secretly conspired to build toilets with materials containing the absolute greatest heat capacity. She ushered me in behind the distorted transparent shower doors and immediately began making use of the soap spray. She had a child-like smile on her face suggesting that she really enjoyed giving me the rub-down I was getting, which was just fine with me, as she soon observed. "And if you like that," she said, "you can do the same to me after I'm done." I thought she'd never ask, but then again, there were many things that time that she never had to explicitely ask for. Date: Tuesday, January 19, 1993 2:39pm Forum: Erotica From: Enchanter Msg#: 291228 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Philadelphia Futura -- Part III Seated around a rather long arc was a council of many men and women, all appearing very distinguished and very authoritative. Some wore the standard red-yellow uniform of administrators, while others wore the green-white uniform of military officers, and still yet others the pallid black and white of scientists. Cybernetically augmented guards stood at attention at each doorway, their concealed arms as hidden as their eyes behind visors. The councilors were called to attention when the sliding automatic doors from the opposite side of the room opened, revealing a single short, pale man with a rather large bald head and larger black eyes. He approached the assembly cautiously as guards quickly scoped him for any possible hidden devices, then sat at a smaller table half-surrounded by the larger, and arced in opposition to it. Several more delegates entered soon afterwards to take their seats flanking him. "Gentlepeople," he began, without moving his small tooth-less mouth, "we understand that you have brought us to your company once again on important matters. Might we assume as similar a problem as previously?" "You presume correctly, ambassador," answered an aging woman wearing red-yellow, the room's acoustics carrying her voice to all present. "Once again then," continued the envoy, "you seek our aid in yet another great colonization." "Yes." The proconsul knew that there need be no further words. "You realize that it is a great trouble for us to conduct such an undertaking, even more so than the previous time." "We accept what you say as truth," the proconsul replied, already knowing her next expected words, "but we also feel that you must return this service for the great service we provided for you long ago." "Let it not be said that we hold your great aid for granted," replied the emissary to his right, "but we want to make it known the difficulty of this endeavor." "We heed your warning," replied the proconsul, "and we wish you to understand our predicament. For the past thirty years we have activated yet stricter population control measures. We have instituted mandatory contraceptive implants, issued Draconian penalties for all violent criminals, in an attempt to rid them quickly from our midsts. In short, our steps to avoid a repeat of earlier troubles has been in vain, and we seek your again, yet once again, to launch another colony," she read aloud. "We have noted, however," replied the other flanking delegate, "that you have also proclaimed a lottery of conscription for possible colonists. Can it be assessed that you have expected such a day would come again despite your efforts?" The proconsul signalled one of her counselors to respond. "That was a law emplaced long ago by earlier generations which we have chosen to retain in case of just such emergencies, although I must admit that, only seven years ago, we had already feared that our more stringent measures were failing. Unfortunately, greater technological awareness was allowing for more population growth than our means of its control." Somewhere in the back of their minds, they could hear a sigh from the ambassador. "Very well, we have heard your account. You may expect expert aids to arrive in three months, but know," he said, with a hint of contempt in his voice, "that we have only been enjoined by your request because of our unlimited thanks for your aid in saving our own people from scourge." "Understood, ambassador." The party of outlanders rose and bowed before they exited the room. "Inform the Committee," whispered the proconsul to the man on her right, "to send out a general writ of conscription to all the able-bodied," as he nodded and rose to be first out of the meeting hall. Better him than me, she thought, to deliver the news. Just what consuls are made for. He'll be reciprocated tonight, though, she smiled as everyone else rose to leave the hall. Date: Monday, January 18, 1993 7:12pm Forum: Erotica From: Drpax Msg#: 291238 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: They were afraid (Fw by Lythande, Fw by Lythande) (8 replies) He was the kind of man you see every day on the subway. Or, rather, you don't actually "see" but see through. A rather non- descript gentleman, aged somewhere in his mid-thirties with thinning hair and a ready-made suit. Another anonymous creature struggling in the tide of New York City. His days were predictable: up at seven, shower at seven- thirty, and out the door with his ready-made suit and plain tie at seven forty-five and sitting at his clerk's desk by a quarter till nine. His apartment was a small one-bedroom and his only window in his bedroom looked out over a rather depressing courtyard to a similar apartment building across the way. He had never married, but had dreamed about it. Friends had taken him out to clubs when he was younger, but he never knew what to say to women and the women sensed this and never approached him. He tried to forget about love and thought that the wild times he heard his friends were having were either exaggerations or things that were just not destined to happen to him. He believed a lot in destiny and thought that some cosmic force was controlling his life and that he was never meant to be anything other than just another anonymous clerk in the city. At night, he would return once more to his little apartment and maybe watch a little TV. He especially liked old movies filled with glamour and romance. If he watched something more recent, it depressed him for some reason he could not understand. He would retire at around eleven and sometimes dream a fantasy involving one of the old actresses. Sometimes he would masturbate. One hot summer night, he had a difficult time sleeping and found himself gazing out the window facing the courtyard. Absently, his gaze ran from window to window of the apartment building across from his. Presently, he spied a bit of movement in one of the windows and fixed his gaze upon it. To improve the vision, he turned out the lights in his own room and stood next to his window, staring across the courtyard. In the window, he saw a woman lying in her bed, illuminated only by the blue light of a small black and white television. Since it was a hot night, she was not covered. As the man looked, he found the woman staring intently at the television set and then glance away. He saw some movement on the bed as the woman's body moved up and down and writhed from side to side. He knew then that she was masturbating. He tried to make out details of her body, but could not. He imagined her breasts heaving in the throes of the pleasure she was giving herself. He imagined the mass of hair between her legs and her fingers wildly stroking herself. Absently, he moved his own hand down and grasped his own organ and found it hardening in his grip. He started to move his hand up and down on himself while watching the woman masturbate. He thought to himself: She must be lonely, she must want a lover very bad right now. If only I could see her and satisfy her. I know that I could and I know we would be happy together. He concentrated more on watching the woman and saw her movements become more violent as she approached orgasm. She grasped her breasts and squeezed them hard. Her fingers wildly played between her legs. As her passion grew, so did his. His hands flew wildly up and down his sex. In his mind's eye, he saw himself with her, caressing her, making love to her. He saw himself hovering over her, pounding his sex into her, penetrating her. In his mind, he heard her call his name and beg him to give her more, to take her. Soon, he saw the woman become rigid and then writhe wildly for a moment, then go still. She had orgasmed. At that very moment, he felt himself tense and then his seed spurted from his organ, landing on the window sill as he stood before his window in his darkened room. He continued to stare at the woman and soon she reached over for the lamp by her bed and the room went dark. He returned to his bed and lie down, feeling warm for a while. He felt a breeze come through the open window and it seemed to refresh him for a minute. Then his mind began to wander and he began to chastise himself for daring to dream that he could be with the woman across the courtyard. What on earth could she ever see in me, he thought, she must have men all over the place, but this happened to be a night she was alone. He continued these thoughts, until he began to cry, and then he fell asleep. * * * Across the courtyard, the woman lay in her bed staring at the ceiling in her darkened room. She had lived there for several years and had taken a job as a secretary in a small office in Manhattan and this apartment had been handy to her work. She had come to New York from the midwest somewhere and after the first excitement of being in the city had worn off, she had found herself alone, very much alone. The men in her office scarcely paid her any attention. She felt it was because she was a bit overweight and rather plain looking. She was in her mid-thirties and had lived alone ever since she had left home. Her girlfriends had tried to fix her up on Date: Wednesday, January 20, 1993 1:37pm Forum: Erotica From: Dti Msg#: 291949 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: I used to love her... (4 replies) She came back to me, sweet like in a dream, smiling in a way that made her features hazy and warm. She embraced me before I had my hand off the doorknob, her opened arms becoming snug bonds around my waist as she said my name and told me she loved me. I looked past her into the hallway, but there was no one else there. My first instinct was to think I was being set up for an assault, but she came alone. "Can I come inside?" I let her in, closing and locking the door behind her. She complimented me on the way I had changed the place in her absence. Turned around with those killer eyes, gave me a smile I had not seen in years, tilted her head back, up on her toes, kissed me like I dimly remembered. She was nice, warm, felt good in my hands, my brains drained into my feet instantly. My cat noticed her presence and stood up on hind legs pawing her knees begging for her attention. She reached down for him, gave him a hug, too. There had been no forewarning of this visit, I had not heard from her in several months and had begun to dream of her. I only dream of them when they are absoluely gone dead forever, never when actual contact is possible. She had apparently returned from the dead. She wore tight black jeans, white turtleneck no bra nipples prominent. Short white fuck me boots with heels. Her hair was still blue black. She was a dream come alive. She went over to the couch sat right down and I was really wondering what in hells name she had up her sleeve. There had to be a trick. Remember the old Charlie Brown cartoon, it ran every fall. Lucy wanted Charlie to kick a football she held in place. Every time this had happened in the past, Charlie had run up to the ball full tilt no control and of course at the final possible minute she would swipe the ball away and old baldie flew up in the air landed on his ass much to her amusement. I always remember this cartoon, it has never failed me. I stood there like a tall bit of vegetation for awhile, wierd grin on my face wondering wondering why she came back after no contact, out of a clear black sky matches my heart of course. She beckoned me to sit down next to her. Oh, what the fuck, I did it. She started to talk just like in the old good days a million years ago, all the hurt began to dissolve and the defense with it. My mistrust echoed more faintly in the hidden recesses of my mind as she reached out put a warm paw on my thigh. It doesn't take much, let me tell you. I had been sitting here for months typing wierd shit and jerking off at the definably impossible dreams that god crafts special to siff me at every turn and it felt like years thousands of k and Sheri. This decision made everything else much easier. You know how when you are in a dream, the dream is noticeably unreal yet it can be very amusing so you lay back and give in to the illusion? There was no way in the real world of three dimensions that she would have come back, less possibility that it would have been alone and with no malice, and absolutely no fucking way in hell that she would have shown to provide me with sorely needed amour. So. Fine, this is a fake. A real good fake, though. Felt everything and the taste was as I remembered it dimly. I will spare you the gory details. I woke up the next afternoon still unemployed and no different in any way. I always wake up slow, in definite stages of consciousness. First, the awareness of an erection. Second, a general warmth. Third is almost always the realization of a definite need to urinate. The sole reason I did not jerk off again, next, was the sensation of warm dampness surrounding me in the mattress. Goddamn cat! I never piss the fucking bed, but he had become strange and I would not put it past him. Fucking cat! My eyes were still closed. I reached outwards, fingering the mattress around me. The blankets were a mess, all over the place. The wetness was all around me, except for the outer edge of the mat between me and the floor. There seemed to be pooled liquid towards the center. I grew a fear, cold dead fear like the fear known by brainless fish when the scent of shark is noticed. I groped on. Felt like rubber. Cool and wet, slippery towards the undersides. Fingers found an opening in it. The orifice was unnaturally large. So were her pupils, huge and round black flattened and dead as Jesus. This was not me. I loved her, love her still, this was not me, I love her, loved her always. She was made by god direct for me, by my design, I did not do these things, I love her, I loved her, I always will. It was no dream. I loved her for ever, she had gone forever, perfectly preserved in silver nitrate by a process initially patented by Eastman Kodak. I did nothing. It was not her, it was something else, she was made for me, I loved her and she fell off of the side of the earth, it was not her. Not her. I loved her, I love her for ever. No jesus it was not her in my bed. -|--- Date: Wednesday, January 20, 1993 4:33pm Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 292093 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Trajedy (4 replies) Aaah, Dti, u inspired me to post this.. Written during a time when I was still with the OTHER half, but ..shall we say "harbouring some resentment.." Trajedy... Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord My Soul to Keep A touch so soft, of fingertips The cold blade slides across your wrists Your body mine, so way back then I almost cant remember when.. We used to touch, so close as one Yet now you lay, your life is done I hear your voice cry through the nite But was it pain?Or simply fright.. Last thought lingering scream in my eyes Staring so deep, even evil dies I bid goodbye your lips once more And walk final time out your door I lay now in bed,the weapon I hide And although your gone, I laugh inside. B Date: Saturday, January 23, 1993 6:38pm Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 294785 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Innocent Days (Copy by Princess, Copy by Princess) I remember it now, clarity of yesterdays dreams. Oh, how naive must I have been, but, what else could be expected of a mere babe of thirteen, really.. Especially in those days, ... G0d, those days. How I miss the splendor and glamour of their innocence and stripped- back nakedness. I miss the walks in th3e woods, trees ruffling in their unnoticed silent way which only the sighted can hear. And the sky, splashed with pink and gray, even shades of red.. I remember lying in the tall of the grass on our old blue and white checkered quilt, with Momma and Auntie Charlotte and the picnic basket filled high with sandwiches melting in the sun. I can even feel the taste of the apples we picked, fresh on my tongue, when I take the time to recall. It was so long ago. In a village so small, or even our tiny town, news travelled quickly, so I could hardly believe it when I heard nothing externally of the inner battles I'd seen. I watched though, and I listened. Oh, believe me, I listened, even knowing that was what had gotten me into such trouble in the first place. It was so hard when Daddy died; I often felt I'd not get through it with my heart still intact. Like all else that is bestowed upon us though, it is never more than we can handle. I managed. Momma was so sad then: I used to hear her pacing nights, the old wooden boards giving way 'neath her small slippered feet. Razors in my head, it was. I would often watch her, fumbling with Daddy's disappearance in her own sullen way. Sometimes for hours, I would wait, an invisible patron in her doorway, an intruding onlooker, as she would grasp one of Daddy's most favored shirts to her breast and inhale it's scent. Often, she'd un and refold his apparrel as if to make it all appear lived in. Through it all, she made it a point never to tarnish his absence by placing anything on his side of the bed. It was sacred, saved and waiting for him. So far back... that was when I was not even eleven. Following that, we resided in that huge overgrown beast of a house, and efforted not to notice as it echoed the emptiness. It was just Momma and Auntie and I, pretending. The house was certainly missing Daddy's sweet scent of soap and store bought fragrance, only to be irreplaced by Aunt Charlotte's unmistakable odor of toilet water, held glistening in a talk sickly green bottle atop her evening table. There was also the smelkl of her cooking, wafting through the air, creeping quietly into every empty crevice in the Beast, absorbing in its walls. She ne'er was a very good cook, and I hated her then. She was incorrigable for taking Daddy's place in the house, his office and library, and even his scent. She was horrid. She used to make me cry. One day though, things were different. Momma wasn't home for dinner for quite some time, a noted omission. What's more, she seemed to be glowing again, like she often did when Daddy would bring her freshly clipped tulips at the end of a day. She stopped folding Daddy's things, and it became a rare occasion that I'd see her tears. The only consistency that kept my small mind at ease was the highholy pure chastity of Daddy's bed. It was still untouchable, reserved, solitude.. alone. Date: Sunday, January 24, 1993 1:40am Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 294786 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Cont (Innocent Days) (Copy by Princess) (1 reply) Yellow, I believe was the color of my new spring dress. Like most april days, the showers came on and off like fire in a windstorm, heavenly faucets reigning above. In meager attempt to escape the dreariness of the Beast, I exited the premisis in between those full shapely drops falling groundbound. It was so dirty these times, and mud from the roadside was easily splashed, but I mightv'e gotten away with just a few more moments of unbridled childplay had it not been for Auntie spying from her second story window. I hated her even more as she dragged me from my world of magic and nonexistance for a warm bath and afternoon nap, as well as a quick scolding for wasting the time and money she had expended in making my new dress of the loveliest daisy yellow hue. She was so terribly fond of it, and it did my heart good to be told that I had viciously ruined her artwork. I cared no more about the dress then I did for Auntie, so I quickly left the ordered confines of my pink, frilled bed, and wandered about the big old house. Wander I did, from this room to that, and even into Auntie's 'till I could no longer bear the burden of the foul perfumed stench. Next door was Momma's room, and she was awfully quiet that day. I decided to investigate. The doors leading in were white and high, tallest in the house. When I was even younger I would envisage of them leading to something far more mystical; they seemed so unreal. That day they were a crack open, wide enough for two little eyes that were too close together to peek at what took place within their shelter. A body was in Daddy's place beneath the covers! Could it be him? My heart began to pound as fast as two humming- birds in a quick race to the nearest nectar bearing flower. I felt each individual vibration reverberating inside, screaming dolefully. I could taste the warming blood rising in my throat, and my hands began to tremble wildly as I felt my fingernails trace the walls in a scratchclutch for a little extra support. I tried so hard not to make a sound, shriek with excitement, and could hardly contain my happiness until his face came into view. I almost doubled over as if someone had shot me, searing bullet pain entering my intestines in a white blinding light. Whoever that was, it mattered not He was not my father, the only man I'd ever loved and cherished, the one who warmed the place beside Momma. I thought the anger rising from this iniquity would take my life then and there. The lights were dimmed, or off completely, and the shadows cast a soft glow from the candle's light. The shades were drawn tightly around the square framed windows to keep what little sunlight there was in the world that day from entering, and perhaps to keep the secrets inside. Something was burning, like leaves, in the corner of the room: whitened smoke twisting swirling in the musty air already laden with Momma's perfume. I longed to race in and beseech and understanding of what was going on, but the floor seemed a desolate infinity's length, and the carpet so plush and deep it may have swallowed me in. Even the bureau reflected taller images than I'd remembered, a giant to my tiny frame. The fresh cut flowers in the vase atop it seemed unreachable. The next thing I noticed was the old white wicker chair, empty for years, chaste with the bedside, but now laden Date: Sunday, January 24, 1993 2:06am Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 294787 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Cont 3 (Innocent Days) with the clothes of a stranger. It leaned obscenely crookedly against Momma's sleigh bed, as I called it then, the one I used to love to sit and trace with my minisule fingertips. I'd imagine its' delicate frame to be to be a carriage, and that day, its' already magestic curls seemed to spin under, a neverending spiral, winding till eternity. I followed the familiar frame with my eyes and forced myself to glance into the bed. The fluttering of the candles light bounced upon the woolen blanket I'd felt so many times before upon my own body. I heard the rustling of Momma and her anonymous caller as they fell deeper into their oblivion, never suspecting my watchful eyes. I swallowed deeply, sound of it seeming [B louder than anything I'd ever heard. No one looked at me, though. Deep inside I almost wished Auntie had come upstairs and caught me spying, just so she'd see what was going on, and put a stop to it all.. maybe save me from myself. I wanted to tell Momma to run, or to run myself, but I couldn't move from the steadfast welded position to the floor. Observing, he appeared on the verge of attacking her, grabbing her and pulling her close, closing his mouth around hers. I wondered how she could breathe, thinking for a moment in the lapse of time and space that perhaps she was asphyxiating, as she matched his grip and closed her eyes. I realized I could watch no longer and turned my back towards the door's inlay, remaining there uncertainly, despite my growing terror. I stood in the dark corridor entranced by the soothing pattern of my own breath as it continued its rising falling pattern in my chest. I felt as if I didn't continue to make the conscious effort to assist this patterned cycle, I'd surely collapse on the spot, thus leaving Momma to defend herself. Something fell to the ground with a hollow clap, and I almost jumped entirely out of my skin. I wanted to run for Aunt Charlotte's solace more than ever, sure that Momma would be maimed if I didn't, and that it would be completely my doing. There was something way deep, tiny voiced inside that would not let me uproot, so I remained frozen to that forbidden ground a little longer. I thought I that same voice breathe I wasn't supposed to be there.. I heard movement for a while, and then some mumbling in between, until for just a splitsecond of a moment, everything ceased. If anyone were to hear the previous commotion, CERTAINLY the police would've been informed. I took that moment to turn around; I just had to see, and it was just in time to witness the last bursts of charged energy emitted from the darkened room that day. It began again in a final uproar. Everything was muffled, seeming so desperate and hurried. Finally then, there was a quieted sigh; his or hers, I could not be sure. The two rolled over facing either side, and almost iscreetly concealed their exposed akedness with a newly acquired hand r tired knee. Seeing this made me hudder, for I knew Momma had been in some ordeal, and I in my selfish Date: Sunday, January 24, 1993 2:07am Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 294788 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: End (Innocent Days) (1 reply) wonder did naught to stop it. They pulled up the blanket, crinkled and warm, high over their heads as if to symbolize their deaths. To look at it was simply disgusting. To experience it, my G0d, must've been oh so much worse. I had to turn my head and run back to the comfort of my own bed before I remembered my breakfast upon the floor. It was months before I could ever again think of the incident. * * * Date: Wednesday, January 27, 1993 12:54am Forum: Erotica From: Slope Hope Msg#: 296439 To: Princess *EXEMPT* Re: I Flew In My Dreams Last Night (5 replies) (Lyrics to a song I wrote a few years ago - thought you might enjoy...) Over silent streets and lonely traffic lights I flew in my dreams last night The moon seemed alive I could not feel the cold Although I knew not why I drifted to your room, the air so still The curtains never moved, and then I felt the chill Though I could touch your hair You really were not there Maybe you were flying somewhere away from me, never felt so alone You would not wake from sleep In a dream of your own So I was off again Somehow knowing where to go Before the dream ends Suddenly I found myself in front of my home Toys scattered in the snow as though I'd never grown Over silent streets and lonely traffic lights I flew in my dreams last night And now the dawn was near Music I could barely hear Maybe you were singing somewhere Date: Wednesday, January 27, 1993 12:58am Forum: Erotica From: Anzac Msg#: 296440 To: Princess *EXEMPT* Re: Absence. (Reply to #295773, Reply to #295747, Reply to #295451) (1 reply) *Blush* Actually, I'm no expert, even though I did squeeze by with a B+ last semester in my American Literature course... Well, that last stanze caught my eye... Rose leaves, when the rose is dead Are heap'd before the beloveds' bed And so they thought, when thou art gone Love itseld shall slumber on I thought it was beautiful... Pertaining to the living, if one prefers to read it that way, the references to a shared bed and roses seem quite apt, although I think I'm guilty of reading too much into it. Maybe that's because I dream of leaving a long-stemmed rose on the pillow next to a woman I love some glorious morning in the future... Anyway, here's one for you... _ @_}-'-,--'----- Anz Date: Wednesday, January 27, 1993 1:14am Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 296459 To: Anzac *EXEMPT* Re: Absence. (Reply to #296440, Reply to #295773, Reply to #295747, R*) (1 reply) I agree- that was indeed my favourite line, but different interpretation.. I felt the love was gone, not the personn and the dead rose symbolized love once beautifully cherry red, blooming, sweet smelling nature.. and then wilted and dried, but still remembered, pressed petals btwn pages of an old heavy book, collected and tossed before the foot of the bed the ex love lay within, or used to lay within.. love, itself, shall slumber on- the love will never die, just change forms.. Beautiful. Date: Wednesday, January 27, 1993 3:36am Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 296583 To: Anzac *EXEMPT* Re: Aspects of Erotica (Reply to #296520, Reply to #295774, Reply to #295748, R*) (3 replies) You are not at ALL blabbering! I appreciate this discussion! I enjoy tactile as well, but admittedly, one of the biggest turn ons of being "with" someone is the scent of their skin... it is something that stays with you.. lingers... "odours when sweet violets sicken live within the sense they quicken" it is a memory that remains, when the touch is gone and the person a memory, be it for the night, or forever, one can still get a whiff of their scent and all the memories flood back, moments in time colliding into a whirlwind of fantasy and reality entwined. In fact.. I was reminded of this recently when I used a cologe i hadnt used since i had been with my former other half, and i realized it he was there, it was him in a bottle, "liquid Ex" Havent gotten him off my mind since.. in a sense, it was spraying him in moisture musked droplets upon my skin and clothes, and he was in them, memories brought back that i hadnt thought of in years. That happens a lot. some times i will smell something that i wont even realize im smelling and a person will pop into mind.. as for tactile- its great.. but my point was made. men like to see and touch and women seem to appreciate the finer things.. such as the scent at the nape of a neck, or a breathy sound io in an ear.. Thanks for the reply. Date: Thursday, January 28, 1993 12:44am Forum: Erotica From: Anzac Msg#: 297014 To: Princess *EXEMPT* Re: Scents.. (Reply to #296583, Reply to #296520, Reply to #295774, R*) (1 reply) Oh... I know what you mean! I could never forget a friend of mine from my Bio class... She'd sit there next to me and twirl her hair in my face. The scent was intoxicating; it's probably the only reason why I showed up for the lectures, session after boring session... I was enchanted with her, but alas, our friendship lasted as long as the semester, then I never saw her again. Then my little sister had to buy the same cologne, or perfume, or whatever... Brought back a flood of memories and not a few drops of tears..... I regret that my introversion got the better of me. Anz Date: Friday, January 29, 1993 3:56am Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 297920 To: Dti *EXEMPT* Re: Shakespeare (1 reply) A little poem befitting what we are discussing in this Sig and SikFux- the intermingling of Love and Hate.. First time I read it I thought it amazing, figured id show it to you now. Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breath'd forth the sound that said "I hate" To me that languished for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet, Was used in giving gentle doom, And taught it thus anew to greet; "I hate" she alter'd with an end That follow'd it as gentle day Doth follow night, who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away: "I hate" from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying "not you." Date: Saturday, January 30, 1993 2:43am Forum: Erotica From: Slope Hope Msg#: 298560 To: Princess *EXEMPT* Re: Just A Mirage (1 reply) (Since you've been so supportive, here's one of my personal favorites - a fairly slow ballad I wrote in '86....) In an emotional desert I am stranded Don't know why this is where I landed Reaching out to each sign of life Everybody's trying just to survive The thirst I am fighting comes from the steady heat The urge I am fighting pounds out a steady beat You could have been my oasis But it seems you're just a mirage We could have seen many places Memories to be now erases Disappearing with no traces You could have been my oasis But it seems you're just a mirage Just a mirage When you first appeared on the horizon I felt the kind of breeze the spirit flies on Too good to be true, my rescue here at last I had no idea you could fde away so fast The hurt I am fighting hit so suddenly Thw words I am writing do not come easily You could have been my oasis But it seems you're just a mirage We could have seen many places Memories to be now erases Disappearing with no traces You could have been my oasis But it seems you're just a mirage Just a mirage Date: Monday, February 1, 1993 11:17pm Forum: Erotica From: Anzac Msg#: 300768 To: Princess *EXEMPT* Re: Where Fantasy and Reality collide (Reply to #300098, Reply to #300076, Reply to #299613, R*) (1 reply) I think this SIG is fine just the way it is... All that poetry and lyrics... I think it's beautiful. Here's some stuff from Herman Melville I thought was out of context, the author being what he is... (grin) Fear me, virgin whosoever Taking pride from love exempt, Fear me, slighted. Never never Brace me, nor my fury tempt: Downy wings, but wroth they beat Tempest even in reason's seat. That was the prologue to his poem After the Pleasure Party in my Norton's Anthology... I was just browsing through it after Calvin kicked me off the system! (grin) -- Anthological Anz -- P.S. just to keep this message legit enough for this sig, I couldn't but help reading some erotic overtones into that Melville piece... Date: Tuesday, February 2, 1993 2:48am Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 301056 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Dream a little dream (2 replies) Sleeping in my bed, I awaken suddenly.. sliding sound jars me from the friendly realms of dreams, and peace.. into reality. I glance, but it is too dark to see, squinting eyes fooling me into the shadows on the wall breathing, though I know this cannot be so. I wait. I know I hear something. Damned night vision, never did a bit of good.. but my ears, they are sharp and I can make out that sound just fine .. breaths sweet smell hanging in the air.. I know I am not alone now.. I slide slowly up, 45 degree angle with the bed.. top of my neglige shoulder strap hanging half way down my arm.. shadow of moonlight bouncing off my cleavage, as I pull up the warmth of my blue satin quilt a slight.. I hear it getting closer now, and soon I sense the presence, screaming aura near me, too close to my vicinity to be mistaken.. there is someone watching me.. My breath comes in fast pants.. G0d, do I scream; I cannot run, I feel tied in place.. and soon I feel hands on either side of my legs.. I gasp.. cannot see still, scared nearly to death, but this person smells almost friendly, though an intruder in the night.. I inhale to scream, in the back of my mind i hear a whisper 'dont, or I'll kill you." and I remain silent, besides pounding heart.. This person, thing, beast, monster, pushes me down on the bed, and at once I know I am going to be attacked. I toss a bit, he pushes my hair out of my face.. to get a good look.. and I hear an unzipping right before I feel something beating between my legs.. I emit a small squeal.. his touch though is gentle, and he smells of soap and male fragarance, as he takes my writs and in one large hand pins them behind my head while jamming the other between my legs, not even bothering to remove my string bikini underwear. I protest, and writhe beneath him in a breathless wriggle that brings me nothing but a tighter grip of his claw upon my indian burning skin. He looks into my eyes, though I can not see his face, just a glimpse of eyespark in the darkness, as he jams fingers inside me, relentless race to the small of my back, working from inside out.. I moan unknowingly, squirm to get away.. I feel his lips upon my neck as he bites me, hard.. I cry out in a pleasure pain combination and feel a few stray tears running down my face from the shock. Soon, his hand has stopped and is running across the top seam of my lingerie, grabbing my breasts.. this remains on, but when he is done here, he rips off my panties, as if they were a piece of thread, and penetrates me without so much as a warning. I gasp and scream softly, but feel that first wave ride through me like lightening through the sky on a dark night, penetrating, infiltrating, an unconscious reflex action to this thing thrust inside me, first contact in a while.. It continues to move inside me like a jackhammer, hard and fast, pointing somewhat Date: Tuesday, February 2, 1993 2:52am Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 301058 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Dream a little dream (c) (6 replies) upwards, and as he lays upon me I have no choice but to breathe in between his thrusts, unable to raise my lungs in their cessitation. From afar I hear him sofly eminate a sound, and all at once shove further into me than I imagined possible. He looks into my eyes, I can tell this only by instinct, as I still cannot see, and blinded by tears all the more so, and releases my hands which fall to my sides unsure of where to go. I realize I am not getting away, and he begins to push inside me at miraculous strengths, nuclear forced with the power of 100 bolting thunder storms. He makes a final move upward, inside me and leans his head back.. I think I see the glimmer of a tear in his own vision, as he puts his left hand to the side of my face and carresses me in an almost loving way.. I notice, my hands have fallen to his back, to his muscular smoothness, and are resting there in a grip tight nails clawing into skin. In the back reaches of my mind I feel a climax building, peeking its beady eyes out at me, then darting back into its shelter. With this acknowledgement I squirm, out of guilt and turn away from his face, looking, seeing the hand , his right, that he supports himself as he lays atop me with. I feel him going faster than seemingly possible.. hear a moan from elsewhere, anywhere but here.. as he drops down on top of me wrapping both arms around me, dare not this be the moment I decide to scream and try to free from this hold. Arms around my back, pressed together like two sheets of steel, he pounds into me with hells fury, and I hear a scream. Explosions of breath come in volcanic eruptions.. rising inferno wetness releases in rivers.. My body stiffens and all movement in time ceases.. Sleeping in my bed, I awaken suddenly.. * * * * Date: Thursday, February 4, 1993 3:08am Forum: Erotica From: Anzac Msg#: 301984 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: If Bram Stoker Approves... (2 replies) (Here's a story I penned up. This section might not be of much interest, but it sets the stage. Enjoy. -- Anz --) Journal of Dr. Harrison Parker 11 August, 4 a.m., London 1854 In my entire career I have never met anyone so bizarre. Being lost on my way to Waltham Abbey to receive my appointments, I have mistakenly drove my carriage to Carfax Abbey in London. Being late and weary of the night-long ride, I dismounted from my carriage and wandered to the door of the Abbey to plead for assistance. The abbey was darkened, its curtains drawn and exibiting no sign of habitation. Nevertheless I rapped the door with the knock, and a very pale maiden answered the door. "Forgive my intrusion at this most inconvenient hour, honorable madam, but being lost, I implore your assistance in guiding me to my destination at Waltham Abbey." The young woman was rather eccentric, I thought. She wore her flowing nightgowns, but it seems some invisible ether is gently tugging it even though the air has no wind or currents about. Her eyes were catlike, hypnotic. I could have sworn that it glowed with some strange fire. Her skin was extremely pale, of what afflictions I do not know; but at that moment I wrote that off as the effect of the bright moon shining on her flesh. Her figure and visage was otherwise rather attractive, almost wantonly voluptuous. Being fatigued almost to the point of faint, I was grateful for her words and did not notice my uneasy feelings until later. She replied to my query, "My dear sir, Waltham is but a score of miles distant. The hour being late, I offer you lodging for what remains of the night." Showing gratitude for what I perceived as her kindness, I replied, "Ah, England praise thy kind heart, to take in a weary, traveling man of physic who only sought directions." I crossed into her threshhold as she bade me to enter. As I walked through the door, she smiled enigmatically and quoth, "Welcome to my abode. Enter freely and of your own will, and leave some of the happiness which you bring!" In my gratefulness I shrugged off her intonation with a bow. "Please follow me to your guest room for the night," she said in an even tone as I picked up my case to follow. Seemingly gliding on air, she turned and moved down the hallway. I did not notice the door closing behind me of its own accord until I heard the click of the lock. "I cannot thank you enough for your kindness," I made conversation as she opened a door in a secondary hallway and ushered me in. "Think nothing of it; Thou I am sure will surely repay me in spades in the future." She replied in that even, eerie voice as she turned and left my accomodations in my privacy. I made my toiletry, and admired the decor of the room as I slipped beneath the covers. The bed was large and plush as was the comforters, the room opulently decorated with French Royal furniture. The only discrepancy being a short crack across the dresser mirror. The fatigue of my travels struck me heavy at that moment, and I fell quite fast asleep. 12 August, 10 a.m. I awoke at 10 a.m., but did not feel well-rested at all despite all the creature comforts of my accomodations. It seems to me that the disturbing dreams I have had during the night had left me rather weak and exhausted, probably due to the almost- unreal vividness of it. Perhaps my colleagues of the psychoanalitical field may elucidate its meaning for me at a later date, which is why I will attempt to reconstruct the dream here in my journal. I have to admit that in this age, I may very well be branded a lech should any commoner come to known my account here! (continued in the next message) Date: Thursday, February 4, 1993 3:12am Forum: Erotica From: Anzac Msg#: 301986 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: If Bram Stoker Approves (Cont'd) (6 replies) Journal of Dr. Harrison Parker (Continued) I distinctly recalled first seeing my hostess, the young pale maiden, at the foot of my bed. How she entered my room I know not; as I remember I had indeed secured the bolt across the jamb. The moonlight still leaving that enticing aura upon her skin, she tugged at her nightgown's lapel and it slipped off her shoulders and off her body. I knew how perfect her physical form is as she presented it for my eyes' pleasure; seeing her for the first time at the door of this Abbey despite her flowing robes had already hinted me of her enchanting figure. In my dreamy stupor I was amazed; why, I am only a doctor of physic, an ordinary man with whom she does not even have formal acquaintance! But there she is, at the foot of my bed, her eyes boring into mine as she stood there, every inch of her pale skin exposed. Her anatomy would have teased those men who are attracted to their own sex treated at the sanitorium; it was befitting that of a supernatural being. Her breasts were pert and firm, her hips nicely proportioned as were her long legs. The definition of her collarbones begged for a man's kiss. Sure that all this is only within my dreamy brain, I discounted the fact that there was no reflection of her back in the dresser mirror behind her, as much as my eyes yearned to discover just how shapely her buttocks were. Behind her there was no shadow from the moonlight, either. Her eyes exerting some inexplicable hold over me, I closed them and waited as if in a trance. I can feel her climb onto the bed as she drew back the covers hiding my own nude body. As I felt her firm flesh gliding over my anatomy, I felt a cold sensation and realized that it was her touch. It was deathly cold. But my very own nature, as the myriad stuff that courses through my veins would dictate, could not refrain its excitement at my body's proximity to a being so voluptuous. My emotions bordered on thrill, disbelief and inexplicable terror as I lay there paralyzed, through what means I don't know, feeling her breath on me. Though my eyes were closed, I can feel her own sapphire-like eyes hypnotizing, her mind asserting its control over me as I felt an animal desire to feel her lips against mine... And an instinctive, primal fear welling up within me. As if my body heat and my strength were outflowing torrents of water, the moment our lips met left me chilled and weak. I can feel my heat and strength flow into her body as she laid atop me, her incredibly firm breasts against my chest, my throbbing groin probing her pubic hairs of its own accord. Her tongue darted into my mouth, drawing my tongue into hers. The fear tightened me as my tongue tasted that wicked sweetness of her lips and brushed against something sharp, paralyzing me further. She drew herself up, straddling me, and I can feel her loins teasing my erection as she slowly lowered her hips onto mine. I can feel her muscles gripping my erect organ as it was forced deeper and deeper into her vaginal passage, her rocking motion building the tension in my testicles. Once again I felt her lips, but now on my neck; her tongue swathing the skin on my exposed throat as a doctor would disinfect before administering an injection. Helpless, I just laid there and felt her rhythms increase. I wanted to writhe, but in terror or ecstasy I don't know which. I can feel my own muscles tighten as my semen welled up and started to flow into her. At that moment of ultimate pleasure and terror, I felt a sharp sting upon my throat that I have anticipated all along, her mouth drawing on my neck. As if I was a trapped animal, I broke free of my paralysis and cried out in pain and despair. But the adrenaline flowing out of me through my neck instantly carried away my strength once more. The terror finally overpowered my senses as I felt unconsciousness claim my numbed mind. Later Upon further examination it horrified me to find that it may not have been a dream after all! As I passed by the dresser I noticed something on my throat; upon closer examination it seems hat I have been bitten there, the scabs of my wounds barely starting to form. I instantly felt weak and collapsed on the floor. I thought back to the lectures given by my mentor, Dr. Abraham Van Helsing, and what I experienced corroborate with what the esteemed professor had stated. I have just became the latest victim of a vampire. *To be continued, if Bram Stoker approves* -- Anz the Author-wannabe -- Date: Saturday, February 6, 1993 9:14pm Forum: Erotica From: Synne Msg#: 304123 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Taboo (7 replies) They told me to run To hide my heart away My love remained concealed Wrapped in a box of glass Until soft hands broke through We cleansed each others wounds and caressed each others bodies Her immaculate curves traced with my own hands Her sweet essence breathed deeply into my body Her flesh on mine Two hearts entwined Yet frowned upon by the world A bond so deep, so sensual, so real Touch me my love, come lie upon my breast My love, my sister, my friend Crimson lips touch in a warm, wet embrace Tongues entangle, exploring the darkness My mouth trails down her luscious body to find a moist, inviting sanctuary Kissing the door of this holy place, my tongue sneaks in to explore She moans in pleasure Feeling her heat, I enter more deeply Licking the walls of the sanctuary Her hips grind my face and my body moves in rhythm with hers A gasp - followed by a warm embrace She strokes my hair as I nurse at her breast And love filled eyes meet with a smile -=*SYNNE*=- Date: Tuesday, February 9, 1993 12:40pm Forum: Erotica From: Princess Msg#: 306263 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Margarita File: 306263.ATT (8 replies) Here's a little different story.. :) Names and dates have been changed to protect the innocent. Date: Monday, September 20, 1993 7:19pm Forum: Erotica From: Balder -- The Dead God Msg#: 393564 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Read on... File: 393564.ATT (1 reply) A small poem I whipped up, and sent to a lady who shall remain nameless. I wanted, however, to share... enjoy... Balder -- The Dead God Date: Friday, September 6, 1996 8:21pm Forum: Erotica From: Daliah Msg#: 718461 To: ** ALL ** *EXEMPT* Re: Story... (1 reply) Last night I worked late again. We were horribly busy and there were more stories coming in than editors to handle them. I didn't leave the office until at least 9:00 pm. It's funny how the elevator seems to take longer to come at the end of the day than it does when the building is full of people. My office is on the 10th floor and there are only two elevators that reach 10. When the elevator came, a tall, well dressed man with dark hair and green eyes happened to be already standing inside. "Good evening, I guess I'm not the only one working late." he said, smiling. "Nope, but I'm sure glad to be going home." I replied. He had a pleasant smile. His tannned skin brought out the brightness of his teeth. His eyes glowed when he smiled. There was an akward silence as we stood there with the door closed, both looking at each other from the corner of our eyes, trying to be inconspicuous. more to come..... Date: Friday, August 29, 1997 5:36pm Forum: Erotica From: Odin Msg#: 740673 To: ** ALL ** Re: Story (1 reply) I loved your story daliah. I was thinking, I could be the one who you are talking about. I can act really good. And I take direction real good also. So are you gonna sign me up??? Date: Friday, July 10, 1998 6:38pm Forum: Erotica From: October Msg#: 747084 To: Princess Re: Electra (Reply to #288874, Copy by Sysop, Copy by Lythande) ok Date: Friday, July 10, 1998 6:39pm Forum: Erotica From: October Msg#: 747085 To: Dti Re: I used to love her... (Reply to #291949) ok Date: Friday, July 10, 1998 6:39pm Forum: Erotica From: October Msg#: 747086 To: Princess Re: Margarita (Reply to #306263) okay End of list! Select a Sysop option (R,W,F,T,S,M,E,A,O,X to exit or ? for menu):