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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Orgasm-powered Cloudbuster

Just in case you need a quick laugh.

I came across an article in Slate titled Dr. Wilhelm Reich's Orgasm-Powered Cloudbuster, and you don't think I'm not clicking on that, do you?

Apparently Dr. Reich, an early psychoanalyst and a contemporary of Freud, believed that orgasmic energy could control the weather. The device pictured at right is one of his actual cloudbusters, at the site of his Maine laboratory.

Now, I've had plenty of orgasms that felt like they might have the power to control the weather...or maybe even alter the space/time continuum. But even I wouldn't go this far!

Friday, August 23, 2013

FFF: Abandoned


I glanced up from my newspaper when I heard someone come in the front door. The excited voice told me it was my teenage son.

"Look what I found, Dad! Can I keep her?"

Well, this is a surprise. But I noted with some pride what a strapping young man he's becoming...carrying the girl over his shoulder with no apparent effort.

"I don't know, son. Where did you find her? She's obviously somebody's sub, and they'll be looking for her. Look at her collar...the intricate knots."

"I found her outside of Fong's. I'm pretty sure she's been abandoned. I promise I'll take care of her - she can stay in my room. I'll feed her and clean up after her, I'll teach her discipline, and I'll fuck her every day."

I smiled and tried to suppress an eye roll. What parent hasn't heard these promises? I knew damned well that once the initial excitement wore off that he'd get wrapped up in other things, and I'd be the one taking care of her after work when all I wanted to do was have a beer and watch the game. Yes, I could see it clearly - I'd be the one thrusting my cock down her throat until she gagged, I'd be the one paddling her ass until it turned bright red, I'd be the one tying her spread-eagle to the bed and using her without mercy.

But I looked at her, and I knew I couldn't say no. The poor thing was obviously cold, exhausted, all alone. And it would teach him some responsibility. Plus, my dad had let me keep a sub when I was a teen.

"Okay, son, you can keep her. But this is a big responsibility."

"Thank you, Dad. You're the best. I won't let you down!"

(300 words)



The challenge this week was:

Word Length = 250 (check, including bonus)
Required word = "before" or "after" (check)
Forbidden words = abandoned, empty, mp3 player, rope (oops!)
Bonus words = You can go up to 300 total if you tell us both how she got there and what happened after she was found. (I kinda explained it, so I'm claiming the bonus. Just try to take it away from me!)

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

A Big Tight Hug

It's sometime after 3am, and I'm walking in the tent city of a big weekend-long folk festival. I've been part of a campfire jam session ever since the day's concerts ended a little before midnight. The jam has taken a short break, and I've decided to walk around and take in the scene - and also maybe see where what sounds like an orgy of tribal drumming is coming from.

A sweet young thing walking toward me looks at me, says "Happy Fest!", and opens her arms for a hug. Now I *love* hugs, especially random unexpected hugs, so I opened my arms and invited her in. Her body was soft against mine, and we hugged and melded together...tighter...then tighter...then even tighter. I don't know how long it lasted. 5 seconds? 10 seconds? It was beautiful - not at all sexual, but very intimate. As I let her go, she looked at me with wide eyes and mumbled, "Wow...."

I smiled and said, "Happy Fest!" as we continued on our separate ways.

So yeah, that's me - providing hugs and "wow" moments to flower children and hippie chicks wherever I go!