LIPS! (MF, Humor, Virgins?)
The following is a work of fiction FOR ADULTS.
If you are under the age of 21 go away. Delete this document and
hope that your parents never find it in their internet archive or
trash, because if they do, you are in really deep do-do.
If you don't toss this, please understand that the activities
presented here are unsafe and illegal. I wouldn't do them and
neither should you. They make a great pretext for an interesting
story, but acting out fantasy pretexts is a great way to ruin
your life or wind up dead or both.
So don't do anything unsafe described here or in any work of
adult fiction, even though it might look pretty good at the time.
To be specific: Unsafe means nothing with blood or blood products
in it goes from anyone else inside you. Semen, pre-cum, and
regular blood all count.
I'm being blunt here because I used to know 14 people who are now
dead because what they did turned out to be unsafe. And that is
not a fictional statement.
Story Comment: This is a work of fantasy fiction. It is based on
some true-life experiences as many will recognize who shared
them. My thanks to all who inspired them, especially all the
young girls who bared their bras and more, especially the three
blondes one midnight when I was only 22 who have always had my
everlasting thanks.
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On to the story: Version 1.3, 8/8/08
LIPS! (MF, Humor, Virgins?)
I met Lisa in the very long outdoor line for a midnight showing
of the "Rocky Horror Picture Show" in the late 1970's on the
North Side of Chicago when it was playing at the Biograph
Theater. If you've seen the movie "Fame" you have an inkling of
what the live stage shows for "Rocky Horror" were like, but
"Fame" portrays what the shows were diluted to in the late `80's,
in the "70's, it was rawer and more powerful; the action started
on the outside as you waited to get in, and the number of people
in costume was much larger than the film would have led you to
expect.
Nearly everyone in the audience had brought some kind of prop,
except the "virgins", those who had not seen the show before.
Official members of the onstage show, those actually paid by the
theater to be there, went up and down the line asking people "Are
you a virgin?" as loud as they could. I was stunned to see
people, younger than I was shouting "No, I'm no fucking virgin"
and holding out toast, or a newspaper, or a water pistol as
proof, or even some women, mostly blondes, tearing open their
blouses to show white foundation bra's. Some even wore skimpier
bras.
I found this behavior bizarre and sexy, and the costumes, some
transsexual, very disturbing. I was supposed to meet some
friends there who were coming on the Howard Line and I was saving
them a spot in line. They were supposed to explain things to me
and had warned me that the wait in line might be strange, but not
to worry, I would love the show.
Right behind me stood a gorgeous redhead, about 5'11". I'm 6'2"
and this busty dream with penetrating but frightened green eyes
and legs up to her ears was even more erotic than the girls
tearing off their tops, even though her pink fuzzy sweater
revealed nothing.
But her sweater was one of those fuzzy soft ones, popular at the
time, that made a guy ache to feel it just on its own, and her
breasts, full and lush, were almost impossible to touch.
The cast seemed to sense her fear and screamed at people near
her, getting closer and closer, but not quite asking her the key
question.
Suddenly, a nearly naked man, with only part of a sheet wrapped
around his waist, came within inches of her, beefcake thrusting
at her breasts and leered, intensely, and loudly, "I'll bet
YOU'RE NOT A VIRGIN!"
"NO!" She shouted as he reached for her breasts and backed into
my hard-on. "I mean, yes, I'm a virgin! What kind of guy are
you to even ask anyway!" Her face turning bright red, her chest,
the part visible and neck flushing, her nostrils flaring her
hands gripping mine for support.
"I'm the kind that makes virgins into women!" he laughed darkly,
"You may be a virgin now, but you won't be by the end of the
show! Isn't that right everyone!"
To her astonishment everyone cheered! Even ordinary people who
seemed harmless cheered. She looked stunned. She backed even
tighter into me, seemingly oblivious that she was backing her
valley right into my cock through her clothes. I felt her shake
and grip me even tighter.
I whispered in her ear. "Don't worry, I hate to admit it, but
I'm a virgin too. Even so, I won't let anything happen to you
during this show, if I have to hurt someone to prevent it. Or
get hurt in the process. But I think he's all talk. I think
they are trying to just juice up the crowd."
She relaxed a little. Then I felt like I had to say it.
"I'm not complaining. You're so beautiful that I'm about ready
to ask you to marry me just on general principles, but are you
aware how close we are to actually losing our virginity together
right now?"
Suddenly she realized that she had backed her sweat pants so
completely into mine, that she was on the verge of pushing her
pussy lips around my erection and actually letting me penetrate
through the layers of fabric an inch or two.
She froze. "Oohh. I, I, I didn't mean to. I was so scared.
God, you're not almost in me. You are in me a little. You, if
you pushed even a little, you would have. She eased off."
"Wait a second, I am really hard, you were wet, and I'm ramrod
straight. If you pull away too fast everyone will assume I WAS
completely inside you. Give me a second to get less excited."
"O.K. Thank you for, for not doing it." She paused. "Why didn't
you? I mean, I'm grateful, but if you had I couldn't have blamed
you, I would have assumed it was a complete accident, and that it
was that other guys fault."
"But it wouldn't have been. It would have been my fault. I
wanted to. I've never wanted to do anything more in my life than
fuck you even through fabric. I think I would have come
immediately and some of my semen would have gone through the
fabric and if I was really lucky..."
"Gulp, you would have knocked me up alright. I'm almost
certainly ovulating tonight."
"Damn. Nice guys finish last once again. Shit."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I wasn't kidding when I said I almost proposed to you on
principle. You are without a doubt the most beautiful young
woman I have ever met. Your eyes, man, your eyes are so sexy, I
can hardly believe it. I could swim in your eyes forever. They
are just so sweet. They look so kind, and your voice, so, so
very sexy. And the rest of you. I was just standing in line and
you got me harder than I've ever been. Ever."
"No." She squeaked a little. "Wait a second, you haven't even
mentioned my breasts! Don't you like them?"
"Oohh, yes. They're perfect. And your legs seem to go up
forever. And your ears, like an elfin girl. And your skin, so
white, so creamy, so soft, and those light freckles." And then I
put my arms around her and pulled her back to me. I kissed the
back of her neck and she melted into my arms. Unbelievable.
Things like this do not happen to me.
"I like you. I don't even know your name, but you make me feel
safe and you like the things I like about me first. I can't
believe you said my eyes first. Wait, what color are they?"
"Mostly green, with a band of gold around the green, with little
flecks of red and blue. Just amazing."
"But you were mostly turned away from me!"
"Yeah, but for a few minutes we were standing next to the movie
posters and I was looking at you in the glass reflection. Then
when that guy was hassling you I turned around and got a good
look. When he said that he bet that you were not a virgin your
eyes got really big, really, really big.
He was lucky. If I hadn't been so distracted by how beautiful
you were I would have kicked him where the sun don't shine."
Then she laughed a laugh I will never forget. Easy and free and
happy and musical and totally at ease.
"Is it safe for me to turn around _____?"
"James"
"James, I like James. Not Jim?"
"Not usually. One of my friends has claimed Jim. For some
reason people prefer to call me James. I think it is because I
grew up being exceptionally polite. And yes, I think it is safe
for you to turn around ____?"
"Lisa. Good. I think you should be rewarded for your gallantry.
Besides, I think I like you. I like you a lot and I want to try
something." Then she turned around, slid her hands up to my face,
around the back of my head, playing with my hair and kissed me.
Lisa may have been a virgin, but she was a great kisser. Really
great. I was not that experienced for reasons that I won't drive
you to tears with. Its another, very sad story, but I just
followed Lisa's lead and as she slowly sucked on my lower lip I
gently tugged on hers. Tongues followed.
Soon I did my one trick where I sealed my mouth over hers and
breathed into her and gently pulled her breath into my lungs,
which I find very intimate and erotic. We did that while French
kissing several times until we got light headed and I drew in
some fresh air through my nose and she figured out to do the
same.
"Aha! I knew it! Not only won't you be a virgin by the end of
the show, you might even be pregnant!" It was that jerk again, I
wanted to kill him.
"Hey, buddy, leave my girl alone or I'll run you in for indecent
exposure, but I won't charge you for 36 hours and you'll miss all
the weekend shows and then have to wait another day to get
arraigned. Is that what you want?" He suddenly looked terrified.
"I didn't think so." "Go pick on someone who'll have fun with
it."
I got minor applause from the group around us.
"My hero!" Lisa squealed. "I didn't know you were a police
officer."
"I'm not, but I've played one on the stage," I smirked.
"What! You really faked him out! That was wonderful! But what
if he reports you, couldn't you get arrested for impersonating an
officer?"
"Nope," I smiled, "I never said I was a police officer. I
implied that I could arrest him and I could. I know the correct
formula for making a citizen's arrest in the State of Illinois.
It's risky, I could get sued if I arrested someone wrongfully.
But I could arrest him if I wanted to. I "might" be wrong about
being able to hold him without a charge, but then I would just
be, er, mistaken. A citizen is not expected to know everything
about the law after all."
"That is so funny. You get another kiss for that. Who knows,
maybe I'll even give my virginity up during the show after all."
Now it was my turn to squeak. I think my voice rose three
octaves. "Ple-ease don't joke about that. I'm really turned on.
It's a good thing this movie is looking like it is going to be so
bizarre. If it was really sexy we would be in real trouble."
Putting her hands in mine she looked up to me with doe-like eyes
and said, "yeah". But let's sit in the back in case we have to
escape.
It was 11:45 and the line finally started to move. There must
have been 450 people in line by now, on a Friday night at
Midnight!
"So how come such a pretty girl is here all alone? I'd think
you'd have dozens of guys dying to bring you to a movie?"
"Not so many as you think. A lot of guys think I'm too tall. I
was supposed to meet four girlfriends here tonight but I think
they blew me off. They were meeting a friend who couldn't come
for drinks and I bet they got wasted early and forgot."
"I'm in the same boat. My friends didn't show either, maybe my
friends hooked up with yours!" We both laughed at that idea.
Your friends weren't going to On Broadway, (a local blues club),
were they?"
Lisa stared at me with her big green eyes. "No, say it isn't so,
Lisa."
"Watch, right now your slutty friends are sleeping with my slutty
friends," she moaned.
"Your friends are slutty?" Oops, that was tactless.
"Compared to me, yeah. I've been fighting a losing battle with
preserving my virginity. I'm Roman Catholic, and I want to wait
for marriage, or at least for the guy I'm going to marry, but my
friends are making it harder and harder all the time.
Particularly my room mate. She could out sell Simon and
Garfunkle if she put out an album called "The Sounds of Sex".
"Funny, very funny. Yeah, I have a bad case of Roman Catholic
virginity too. I'm really tired of it. I really didn't mean to
stay a virgin this long, but something bad happened in college
and it made it hard for me to date seriously. It was just too
painful."
"A bad breakup?"
"You might say that. I was in love with her and she was killed
in an accident. It sort of ripped my heart out. We had just
about worked our trust levels up to the point of doing it, we had
this whole theology of sex and souls mixing idea in our heads,
and then she died."
"I can't imagine that. I'm sorry. I wouldn't be rebound girl
would I?"
"No. I've been out with a lot of girls since then, but I've
always
thought because there's always a risk of pregnancy with sex that
you should avoid sex with anyone but those that you thought would
make at least a good partner."
"So when you really wanted to have sex with me, that was just
biological wasn't it? Just an impulse."
"No. I'm not a crazy stalker type guy who fixates on anyone he
meets. But no. It wasn't just an impulse either, it was an
emotional judgment, that could be wrong, that we would be great
together kids or no kids. You're only the second person I've met
in five years I've felt that way about."
"What about the other girl?" Lisa couldn't help caring and being
a little jealous.
"Already married to a really nice guy." Another rule is that I
never, ever interfere with a relationship in progress."
We were finally getting near the ticket window.
Lisa squeezed my hand really tight. "I think we should sit
together and go out after the movie."
"I was going to ask, but I'm glad you asked first. It makes me
feel like what I am feeling might not be all in my imagination."
"No, it's not. You make me feel excited and give me that warm
butterfly feeling and, I can't believe I'm even saying these
words out loud, but when I realized that you were nearly inside
me, I had, I had, my first real orgasm. It wasn't huge, but it
was real. I can't let that pass without knowing you better, "Who
was that masked man?" isn't going to make it for me."
I almost fell over laughing. I whispered, "Hi, Ho Orgasm, It's
the Lone Penetrator!"
"Shhhh!"
"O.K. I'll be good, I..."
"I don't know yet if I want you to be good, or naughty."
We got our tickets and went into the theater. It was really
full, we either had to sit way up in front, or pretty far in
back. I suggested we sit near the back on the right side which
was away from where most of the traffic coming in to the back of
the theater came from.
The lights went down and they started the pre-show with "Hello
Virgins!" As they celebrated the people who had seen the show
several hundred times we gradually got the idea that at this show
a "virgin" was someone who had never seen the show or the antics
built into the audience participation.
I whispered to Lisa "The man in the towel was right, we would no
longer be Rocky Horror virgins by the end of the show."
She responded by rubbing my crotch, "He might have been even
righter than that."
I shuddered again, and then I kissed her, hard. We necked in the
dark while the audience started clapping waiting for the movie to
start.
"LIPS!"
Then it happened. The sensual red lips started singing the
opening number and we realized that we were in for more than we
bargained for.
Every time the audience screamed at the action onstage we got a
little jolt, sometimes Lisa got a little harder Jolt. When Brad
and Janet watched the wedding she squeezed my hand hard. Then
the show started getting really exciting.
I loved "There's a light over at the Frankenstein place" and
since the audience was singing it I felt free to harmonize with
it, which I did instinctively. Interesting lyrics, but the song
had a hauntingly beautiful arrangement.
"Wow, you can really sing," Lisa whispered.
"I'm inspired by my sexy girlfriend."
"I'm your girlfriend?"
"Well?"
"Yeah, I'm your girlfriend, but be good to me. I'm about as
experienced as you are."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be really nice to you then, and you can ask me anything,
any thing. Never be afraid to ask me something, even if you are
afraid of the answer, I will be honest with you."
"You keep this up and you will be stuck with me."
"Good."
Lisa was not prepared for that and did a quick intake of breath,
tightened her grip on my hand and then pulled it to her breast.
"Rub me, gently, but be discrete, I don't want anyone to notice
you touching my breasts."
I pulled Lisa to me so that she was facing the wall more than the
screen, and gently let my fingers and hands do the walking across
her breasts, stopping at the nipples and making small circles
around them until her nipples got stiff beneath her bra. The
soft fuzzy sweater made the whole thing softer.
"I wish I had an excuse to take your sweater off." "Me too."
Just then, to our astonishment, Susan Sarandon started singing,
"Toucha-Toucha-Toucha-Touch Me, I Wanna Be Dirty" and at least 40
to 50 women jumped up in their seats, stripped off their shirts
and started rubbing their tits over their bras. One or two even
had bra "accidents" and were rubbing their bare breasts.
"James! Take my sweater off!"
I pulled her sweater off and she danced in her seat like the
others, I turned around and faced her from below grabbing her
breasts through her bra, which was soft and thin, almost
transparent and flicking her areolae and stiffening nipples.
Since no one was in our row, I slid her sweats and panties down
and took her slit into my mouth in one go, she sang the chorus
with a scream, and some turned around, but no one could see that
her clit was being tongued because we were so far back.
I was in heaven. She started shaking and sweating and vibrating
and as the song ended she collapsed in her seat with her pants
down. I slid back up in my seat, with my sweats and underpants
off too. She looked down at my erection. "Ooh, you made me
come. That song was sooo hot. I want you. I want you to take
me. I want to ride you."
At this point Brad and Janet are in two different curtained beds.
Then Janet starts to have sex and at this point I pull Lisa into
my lap. "I want to be in you. Is this OK?
"Yes, I want you to be my first."
"I want you to be my first too."
What we think are Brad and Janet are having sex on screen and I
slid Lisa up onto my erection and rub her clit as I lower her
down onto my rod.
She is tight, so tight, but very wet, I have a little pre-cum
from before when we almost did it through our clothes in line.
As she started to slide down I was amazed at how hot, I mean
really burning up her pussy was. I had always heard "You're hot"
or "You're on fire, baby" But I never really understood how
literally true that was until I started to pull Lisa down onto my
shaft. As I did so I felt her stop as my penis felt her hymen.
I stopped long enough to grab her soft, firm breasts, twist
her nipples, and use those to pull her down onto my cock. Lisa
groaned. She whimpered as the pressure on her hymen grew.
"Hold your breath, one good painful pull and it will be broken
and I'll be inside you. I love you Lisa."
"I love you James, do it now!"
I did. I pulled her nipples hard and thrust up at the same time.
She grunted as her hymen broke and my cock broke through deeper
into her pussy.
It was all I could do not to explode immediately. She froze -
"Urgh hurts - wait a second"
I waited - "Just say OK when you are ready for me to work my way
deeper, it will feel better, I promise, the worst part is over."
Then I reached around and rubbed her clit and labia. I admit, I
really didn't know what I was doing, but I did my best. She
seemed
to respond well.
"Ohhh, that's better. Deeper, now." I pulled her very gently
deeper. "Better, deeper uuhhmm. Then grabbing her hips just as
Frank reveals himself to Brad in bed I pulled her hips down hard
and she slid all the way down to the base of my shaft and
whimpered. "NNNN! Slow down! I feel so full, so good, but not
so fast."
"I understand. It feels so hot to be inside you. Its like we're
connected soul to soul."
"Yes, just like thaaaat!"
I had started to move. It was a little painful for me too. She
was so very tight. She was clearly not used to anything of any
kind inside her womb, and I was not used to my cock being
stimulated by anything but my hand or fabric of some kind. Her
insides were like velvet or silk, and hot or warm, and I started
first by moving slowly and shallowly inside her.
Again we were trying not to be seen. But I started to lift her
up and down with my hips and legs, up and down, rotating my hips
a little as I went, trying to make contact with her g-spot and
her clit.
As the music became more frenetic, we started humping in
earnest. I could tell I was going to lose it fast. Not only was
it my first time, but we were doing it in public with a bunch of
singing and dancing semi nude woman in front of us some blonde,
some redheads.
Lisa was so tight. So hot. Her cunt muscles throbbed and
clutched mine which made me feel even more excited. I could tell
she was near. I whispered in her ear.
"Lisa, I'm close. I don't want to be a nice guy. I want to come
inside you. I want to knock you up. I want to get you pregnant.
I want us to be together forever. Tell me to knock you up.
Tell me you will marry me."
"Yes, James, fuck me, let it loose, Knock me up, please, do your
best. Even if you don't I'm coming home with you tonight and ah,
ah, ah, aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
I came like I had never come before.
Well, I had never come inside anyone before. It made a huge
difference, being inside her hot wet virginity, her unpredictable
moves and sensations, had overwhelmed me. Us.
We lay there for awhile, Lisa folded into my arms. We dressed as
unobtrusively as we could, seeing Rocky climbing that giant tower
made us both nervous, it looked like the movie was nearing its
climax.
Lisa whispered "Let's get out of here, I don't want to face that
guy again! Not tonight."
We slipped out the back of the room and headed towards the front
door of the classic theater, but we were not to be spared.
"Well looky-here, you're a little early, but I think you got
enough of the movie in you for it to count darlings" It was him,
laughing at us like a little girl his little pranky over.
What a shock, manly naked man was now well, not so manly.
Not in a pink tutu and ballet slippers.
"Like my outfit for later? All the girls just *Love* it! But
You gave to admit that I was right, you're no one of longer
Rocky's
Virgins!"
To this day Lisa doesn't know what possessed her to say it.
"Oh, you mean, we weren't supposed to fuck each other's brains
out during the movie? I thought everyone did that the first time?
Guess we killed two virginity's with one boner!"
Then she did one of those little hair flounces that only years of
practice can accomplish and hit the exit bar with `elan leaving
an astonished looking antagonist with his mouth hanging open.
"Well I Never!"
"Apparently," I grinned and ran to catch up with her.
Lisa came home with me and the fog of love that we had surrounded
ourselves with had not diminished one bit. We did go another
round,
but not before having a long talk, in the safety of my bed of
course, with hot mulled wine and some candles, spooned together,
talking about what we had just done.
Lisa was really in the middle of her cycle and she really did
want to marry me and I was crazy in love with her. Stupid,
stupid, stupid. Except that we were very lucky. We had been
looking for each other for a very long time and knew we'd found
it as soon as we had. Most people aren't so lucky. They are
either too young or too old, or just impulsive.
Whichever, we spent the next two weeks trying to make a baby.
Lisa missed right away, and you can never be sure about these
things, but we were pretty sure the first time did the trick.
Lisa never really left after that first night, it was near her
apartment lease's end and we just moved her in.
It was a big Catholic Wedding just as we had both dreamed of and
we had both married the one we had been "saving ourselves for"
and that made us happy in a special kind of way.
That kind of thing isn't for everyone. I suppose there's a lot to
be said for experience. But as our marriage grew, we learned a
lot -together, and *that* learning was a lot of fun.
Our "Slutty Friends" never did quite find the joy and
satisfaction that we did. Except for Peter and Karen, but that,
is another story.
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Oops. Almost forgot. About a year later, the baby just wasn't
going to go to sleep and so we decided to take him for a walk in
the stroller, hoping that the rolling wheels would quiet him
down.
Suddenly, I had an impulse.
"Lisa?"
"Hmm?"
"He's not going to sleep for at least two hours, lets grab a cab
and have a little fun" I grinned.
"What do you have in mind," she asked as we left the stroller
behind, letting me lock the door, as they preceded me down the
two door a floor stairway, the baby restless but not crying.
She laughed out loud when I gave the cab driver the address.
"Do you think there's time?"
"Plenty, and we just need a minute for what I have in mind."
As you've probably guessed, the cab let us out at the door of the
Biograph Theater. We were just in time, 11:40 pm, to see the line
heading into the Midnight show of the Rocky Horror Picture Show
with Live Floor Show.
We looked at each other and smiled. Lisa flushed. Had it only
been a year?
"Do you see him," Lisa asked a little nervously?
"Not yet, but we haven't checked the end of the line, let's walk
that way;" and so we did. Silently I hoped that the guy who had
inadvertently pushed us together was still alive, gay people were
just starting to die then, no one knew quite why.
"There he is! Be casual," she whispered. We did our best, which
wasn't too bad. Strolling hand in hand with the baby over Lisa's
opposite shoulder, he gazing at this weekend's bizarre crowd with
interest, while we got closer and closer to the loud "Buff" voice
challenging people about their "virginity".
We got right behind him and before I could say anything, Lisa
dropped my hand and yelled "Hey You!, You're Responsible For This
Baby You Know!" The capital letters just seemed to float in the
air.
I always wanted to say this, but it was true.
A hush fell over the crowd.
The nearly naked man and everyone else turned around to stare at
the fiery-eyed red-haired 5"11 goddess that held a child right up
to him to acknowledge. He stared at it captivated.
"No, no, no, you don't understaaand, I don't swing that way
honey, really, I just don't doooo women, I'm not that kind of
girl! I can't be the father of your child!"
The switch in character was amazing and the crowd thought it was
hysterical. Most of the regulars of course knew the truth about
naked man, but all the virgins only knew his "Buff" Rocky
character, inspired by the man created in the movie.
Lisa went on. "I didn't say you were the Father of the baby, I
just said you were Responsible," laughed Lisa. "If not for you...
two virginity's?"
"Oh my goooood! It's you two! Look at what you two did. Are you
happy? Are you married? Is it a boy or a girl?"
Suddenly naked man, the terrorist of the line was reduced to a
bubbling heap of emotions. We looked at each other in almost
disbelief and as the line moved in told him the whole story.
Blake told us his name and said he was so glad that things had
worked out. He had had bad dreams for weeks, he said thinking he
had finally gone too far and convinced two young innocents that
they HAD to have sex during the movie. He had gotten a therapist
and toned down his act quite a bit since then.
As we walked away and he started to walk in to join the show in
progress, he said, "Wait, you haven't told me, what did you name
the baby?"
The time had come. "Rocky!" We both sang out. Rocky burped.
Blake fainted.
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Rambling end notes.
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606_Zip
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convention. You may use it on any adult site that does not charge
users to view its stories as long as the story is provided
complete and intact as it is shown here on the date that you copy
it, including this copyright date.
You must also provide a link back to this web page and this story
link on asstr.org and refer to my as the author.
Copyright 2008 by 606_Zip, his heirs and assigns, all rights
reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places,
things, characters, mammals, verbs, insects, chemicals or neurons
is entirely coincidental and may be due entirely to your
hallucinogenic imagination.
Afraid to use your own email address? No problem. Either sign
up
for a free hotmail.com or mail.google.com account or use an
anonymous remailer listed below, or search for a free anonymous
remailer at google.com. Here a few to save you some time:
Remailers. Remember though, if you want an answer back, you need
to use a real address
http://anonymouse.org/anonemail.html
http://gilc.org/speech/anonymous/remailer.html
http://anonymouse.org/anonemail.html
http://www.spiesonline.net/anonymous.shtml - A source for
information about remailers and anonymous surfing.
http://www.leader.ru/secure/who.html How anonymous are you? Tells
you what you give away when you surf right now.
Women: I am trying to include more romantic elements in my
writing. How am I doing? If I am doing well, let me know, tell me
what you like, don't like and what I could be doing better. What
kind of stories would you like to see? I aims to please. Sending
a picture for inspiration could not hurt. LOL.
Oh, the above is a disposable address, so don't bother adding it
to any spam lists. It will take me less than 5 minutes to change
it.
Thanks.
Hope you enjoy my stories. 606_Zip AKA, Peter
This work is copyright 2008 and is subject to the Berne
convention. You may use it on any adult site that does not charge
users to view its stories as long as the story is provided
complete and intact as it is shown here on the date that you copy
it, including this copyright date.
You must also provide a link back to this web page and this story
link on asstr.org and refer to my as the author.
Copyright 2008 by 606_Zip, his heirs and assigns, all rights
reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places,
things, characters, mammals, verbs, insects, chemicals or neurons
is entirely coincidental and may be due entirely to your
hallucinogenic imagination.
Send story ideas and comments to - nox987-stories@yahoo.com
See my other exploits at http://www.storiesonline.com
/files/Authors/606_Zip/
Send comments to - nox987-stories@yahoo.com
Afraid to use your own email address? No problem. Either sign up
for a free hotmail.com or mail.google.com account or use an
anonymous remailer listed below, or search for a free anonymous
remailer at google.com. Here a few to save you some time:
Remailers. Remember though, if you want an answer back, you need
to use a real address
http://anonymouse.org/anonemail.html
http://gilc.org/speech/anonymous/remailer.html
http://anonymouse.org/anonemail.html
http://www.spiesonline.net/anonymous.shtml - A source for
information about remailers and anonymous surfing.
http://www.leader.ru/secure/who.html How anonymous are you? Tells
you what you give away when you surf right now.
Women: I am trying to include more romantic elements in my
writing. How am I doing? If I am doing well, let me know, tell me
what you like, don't like and what I could be doing better. What
kind of stories would you like to see? I aims to please. Sending
a picture for inspiration could not hurt. LOL.
Oh, the above is a disposable address, so don't bother adding it
to any spam lists. It will take me less than 5 minutes to change
it.
Thanks. LIPS v1.3
Hope you enjoy my stories. 606_Zip AKA, Peter
This work is copyright 2008 and is subject to the Berne
convention. You may use it on any adult site that does not charge
users to view its stories as long as the story is provided
complete and intact as it is shown here on the date that you copy
it, including this copyright date.
You must also provide a link back to this web page and this story
link on asstr.org and refer to my as the author.
Copyright 2008 by 606_Zip, his heirs and assigns, all rights
reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places,
things, characters, mythical beings, mammals, mushrooms, verbs,
insects, chemicals or neurons is entirely coincidental and may be
due entirely to your hallucinogenic imagination.
LIPS v1.3