Subject: Perverts and Weirdos Digest, v.1 #15 (ROT13) Date: 25 Sep 88 18:43:24 GMT Perverts and Weirdos Digest, v.1 #15 (ROT13) Sun Sep 25 14:43:04 EDT 1988 WARNING: This digest may contain sexually explicit material. Do not decrypt it if you find this type of material offensive. Contributions: uunet!inco!alembic!pwdigest Comments: uunet!inco!alembic!mack Mailing List requests: uunet!inco!alembic!pwdigest-request You can request back-issues of the Digest, but first you need to read the introductory posting in alt.sex or soc.singles. You can request a copy of the introduction by sending mail to: uunet!inco!alembic!pwissue with the word "Intro" on the subject line. Internet mailers should try: alembic!pwdigest@inco.uu.net alembic!mack@inco.uu.net etc. To decrypt from within a newsreader: Newsreader Command --------- ------- readnews,vnews 'D' vn 'z' rn 'x' or 'CTRL-X' Gnews 'x' (see the manual) notes '%' or 'R' rnews (Gnumacs) ^C^R To decrypt a stored file: tr "[a-m][n-z][A-M][N-Z]" "[n-z][a-m][N-Z][A-M]" <input >output or /usr/lib/news/caesar 13 <input-file >output-file -- dm ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Date: Mon, 19 Sep 88 14:06:02 EDT From: Robert & Susan Subject: Response to John & Lori Contact: robert1 > From: John & Lori > A couple more questions. In a recent P&WD, number 9, I think, Susan mentions > wearing a "spanking belt". This intrigued the two of us. Would Susan care > to elaborate? Thanks for posting. It seems like more and more of us are opening up and admitting (anonymously) our secret lives. A spanking belt is like a chastity belt. It has a waist belt, with a crotch strap that goes down between the legs in front and locks to the back of the waist belt, plus two thigh straps that are attached to the crotch strap, with cuffs that hold the victim's wrists at her (or his) sides. The whole arrangement holds the ass cheeks apart for easy spanking, and keeps the hands from protecting her rear end. We got ours from Evelyn Rainbird (they used to advertise in Variations many moons ago). It was very expensive, and today I would make it myself (I've learned a little about leather craft since recently). > How about an address to subscribe to "Bondage Life"? We're always open to > new ideas. Any other magazines, books, newsletters, etc., that are good? > We're looking for things that are written well above "Hustler" level. I should have been a bit more careful with my wording. We do not actually subscribe to the magazine (Harmony only sells one subscription package -- buy all of their magazines for one year for $125 -- pretty steep). Instead, we are on the HOM mailing list, and about every two months we get a flyer from which we mail-order Bondage Life (and a few other goodies). The relevant addresses are: Harmony Communications (the publisher) Box 69976 Los Angeles, CA 90069 Harmony will send you flyers if you request them, but you have to buy 2 magazines a year to stay on the list. HOM (distributor) PO Box 7302 Van Nuys, CA 91409 HOM (stands for House of Milan) is a distributor of mostly bondage oriented magazines, books, and videos, and they carry many of Harmony's publicications (at the same price). HOM is a very good mail-order company: we've gotten very fast turn around and have never had any service problems. You should request to be put on their mailing list, and include a signed statement that you are over 21. -- Robert & Susan inco!alembic!robert1 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Date: Mon, 19 Sep 88 15:56:53 CDT From: Peter Subject: Architectural Sex Several weeks ago I was doing some preliminary measurements for a building addition that our architectural firm was going to design. I was working on the roof at an expensive condominium complex where there were many enclosed private courtyards, most of which were positioned so they were concealed from other tenants' windows. As I clambered around on the roof, I heard a noise below me. Looking down into one of the courtyards, I saw a woman walking out of her condominium with a book and a glass of iced tea. She was very tan, with bushy brown hair, and a beautiful face. She looked like a model or actress in her white bikini and sunglasses. I was standing in a position where I couldn't see the whole courtyard, and as she walked across it, the intervening roof blocked my view of her. I continued my work, but my mind kept going back to the tan beauty below me. After a few minutes I crept over near the courtyard and tried to see where she was without her noticing. After a little maneuvering, I could see her reflection in the sliding-glass door of her condominium. She was laying on her stomach on a padded wooden chaise lounge, reading the book. It looked like the top of her bikini was undone so she could tan her back. I moved around behind her where she couldn't see me and quietly approached the edge of the roof. Now that I had a clear view, she looked even better. Her long slender legs were evenly tanned and her muscles stood out just enough to add shape. I couldn't help imagining what it would feel like to have those smooth, strong legs wrapped around me, pulling me in, holding me... Her buttocks were round and firm. She had pulled the fabric of her bikini bottoms up and in towards the middle, exposing more than half of each buttock to the sun. I looked at the creases the elastic made in the flesh of her buttocks, and could almost feel their firm smoothness. She lifted up on her elbows to take a drink of iced tea, and as she did so, I could see the curve of her breast. As she pulled the little table with the iced tea closer to her lounge, her breast shuddered slightly with the movement, and as she lowered herself, the breast flattened against the lounge. I could see that her breasts were firm and full, but couldn't see much more. Her back was shapely and bare, with an even tan, her ribs barely showing as she breathed slowly. Her hair was medium brown with lighter highlights from the sun, and it cascaded across the top of her back and down her shoulders. I realized that I must look suspicious crouching here on the edge of the roof, staring down, and I was suddenly embarrassed. Even more embarrassing was the huge erection I had developed watching her, and as I stood up I looked around to see if anybody was looking out their windows at me. The building was laid out on several levels and with many alcoves and angles, like a low pile of children's blocks. I went back to work and tried to forget the woman. I was almost finished with my measurements when I heard her voice. At first I thought it was the wind, or some kind of bird. Then I heard it again. A sigh. I crept back to the edge of the roof and looked down. She was still on her stomach reading the book, but her hips and legs were moving. She was slowly rotating her pelvis, grinding her abdomen and crotch into the lounge mattress. Whatever she was reading was making her, as well as her secret observer, very aroused. She parted her legs, and pulled the edges of the mattress together with her knees, forming a sort of hump or ridge down the middle. As she dragged her pelvis up and down along the hump she began to sigh and moan more loudly. I watched her tan, muscular body moving slowly and rhythmically, writhing with pleasure. Her breathy voice was so compelling: With each movement came a soft sigh that raised slightly in pitch at the end. Suddenly she put the book on the table and began to turn over onto her back. Her breasts lifted free of her bikini top, and swayed in unison as she turned over. I was so fascinated with watching them that I almost forgot that I would be visible to her now. I quickly dropped down and back from the edge and held perfectly still, afraid she had seen me. I was relieved and tantalized when her moans resumed, and it was all I could do not to peek down over the edge again. With the sounds of her rapture flooding my ears, I frantically looked around me. There was a chimney rising out of the roof near the corner of her courtyard I snuck back from the edge, and circled around behind it. Kneeling down low, I could peek around the edge of the chimney. I was off to her side a little more now, and didn't think she would see me unless she happened to glance in my direction. In any event, she was quite preoccupied with herself. My view was now spectacular. She was lying flat on her back, wearing nothing but her bikini bottoms. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples erect. The dark brown area around each nipple was small. With one hand she massaged her breasts, gliding over and around each one and then pressing inward and around, kneading and pulling her flesh. The other hand was skimming up and down along her flat brown stomach and across to her sides, following the contour of her waist. Her hand slid across her stomach again and down to the edge of her bikini bottoms. It lingered there for a moment as if undecided about what to do. Then it plunged under the panties and into her crotch, stroking and rubbing the small mound between her legs. My erection was throbbing, and my shorts felt far too small. Her moans were still soft but more insistent now. The breathy quality was gone and her voice had an urgent edge. I kneeled there watching her pelvis tilt and gyrate, listening to her moan in rhythm, watching as her hand thrashed in her panties, pushing the material away to give me a glimpse of her dark pubic hair. Suddenly her hand stopped moving. Absolute silence. I looked up at her face, and saw that she was staring straight at me. I started to duck down, but I was stopped by her gaze, still fixed on my eyes. She looked a bit alarmed, but her eyes continued to drill into mine. I must have given an embarrassed smile, because gradually her expression became impassive. As she stared at me, a little mischievous smile crossed her face. She looked at the ground with a bemused expression, and then slowly began to gather up her things. She stood up and walked toward her door, and I felt silly and ashamed that I had violated her privacy. At the same time I wanted her more than any woman I had ever seen. I wanted those legs wrapped around me, I wanted to feel her supple buttocks and breasts yield under my touch. I wanted to hear her moan in rhythm with my thrusts, and to feel her strain and buck next to my body. As she opened her door and started to step in, I felt a bittersweet sadness and frustration knowing that I would never see her again. I was about to stand up and return to my work when she looked back at me. I am sure she saw the dejected look on my face, because she put on an exaggerated expression that was a playful caricature of pity, recklessness, and arousal. She had to be an actress. Then she gave a bubbly little laugh and disappeared into her condominium. I noticed, though, that she had left the sliding door open a little bit. Could this be a hint? After the look she had given me, it seemed impossible that it could be anything else. I eagerly walked around the edge of the courtyard trying to find a way down. There was nothing but an air conditioning unit near one wall, below the edge of the roof. I swung my legs over the edge and lowered myself onto the air conditioner. Then I realized that, because the courtyard was completely enclosed, the only way out would be through her condominium. If I was wrong about her feelings, I could find myself in a very embarrassing spot. I tried to put that thought out of my mind. As I walked to her door, my apprehension mounted. I couldn't see anybody inside, but I had no choice about going through the door. If I didn't I was trapped out on the patio. Her living room was decorated in an eclectic style, with expensive new furniture and a few antiques. The carpet was thickly padded and very soft. As I entered the room and looked around, I felt increasingly ashamed. Here I was entering a stranger's apartment with no real invitation. For all I knew she could be calling the police, or some male friend. I didn't even know if she was alone here. I suddenly felt the need to escape as my arousal was replaced by unreaonable fear. Maybe I could pretend that my work had required that I make measurements in her courtyard, and that I had not realized that there was no other way out but through her door. She may not really believe it, but it would probably get me out of here with out too much embarrassment. If I went back out to the courtyard and knocked on the window, I could make it look like I had never entered. It would look a little more innocent. As I turned toward the door, I heard her voice. Adrenalin exploded through my body, all the way to my fingertips. I felt a hot blush spread from between my eyes down over my face and shoulders. "You were watching me, weren't you?" She was back in her bikini top, and she held a hair brush poised in mid stroke. Her expression was accusing without being hostile. "I was just making some measurements on the roof, and I had to take a critical dimension that included a part of your courtyard. I'm really sorry if I intrud..." "It's okay." She was staring into my eyes again. "I'm flattered, but it's not polite to stare at somebody who doesn't know you're there." She languidly looked me up and down, and suddenly I felt as if I were the one that was half undressed. "If you'll show me out the front door I'll get back to work." I was relieved that she seemed to be a reasonable person, but still felt the need to get out of the situation. "Actually, I knew you were there all along. I saw you working here last week, and I guess I got sort of a crush on you. I've never done anything like this before, and I'm not quite sure how to ask. But I want you to make love to me." She was staring into my eyes again, and we slowly walked toward each other. As we embraced, I felt my erection, which had withered during the anxious few moments, suddenly grow fiercely hard again. She grasped my buttocks and gently pulled my crotch to hers, pressing herself into the bulge in my pants. She was still staring into my eyes, and I took her face into my hands, my fingers buried in her hair. I drew her face close to mine and slowly, gently kissed her lips. Our tongues met, softly at first, and began to explore and intertwine. I reached around and released the clasp on her bikini top. She drew away from me for a moment and let it fall to the floor. I hugged her close and felt her breasts flatten against me. Again she drew away and began to unbutton my shirt. She pulled it back from my shoulders and let it slide off my arms. She came closer and dragged her hard nipples across my chest, her breasts moving and swaying. Our kisses became deeper and more intense. I rubbed my hands up and down her naked back, over her buttocks, pulling her against myself. Her soft breathy moans were close in my ears. She loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I let them slide to the floor and kicked them free of my feet. As she slid her hands down the back of my shorts, she gripped my leg with her knees, wrapping her legs around my leg, dragging the little mound in her panties up and down my thigh. With her hands she pulled my shorts down to my knees, and then reached up with one of her feet and pushed them to the floor. My erection ached, hot and hard. "I want you to lie down and I want you inside me," she breathed. I lay down on the soft carpet, and for a moment she stood above me. Her panties were wet with anticipation, and as she pulled them down I glimpsed her engorged lips peeking out from within the furry triangle of pubic hair. She straddled me, sitting on my stomach, and leaned over to kiss me. Once again her nipples softly caressed my chest. I could feel her wetness on my abdomen, and her kiss was deep and hard. I held her hips, trying to maneuver her closer to my crotch. She grasped my penis and rubbed it between her legs. She was so wet and warm I wanted to plunge into her, but she kept rubbing me up and down through her folds. I ached to be inside her. Finally she rose up and slowly lowered herself onto me. I felt her inner lips, engorged and beckoning, cradling the head of my penis. As I gently pushed into her, I could feel the lips moving down, past the head and onto the shaft, spreading to accomodate me. I pulled out of her slightly and pushed inward again, just to feel those lips swallow me one more time. She moved up and down and with each thrust she consumed more of me until I was buried deep inside her. Our lips were locked together, our tongues twisting, probing, as I began to thrust faster. She gyrated and rocked her pelvis to accentuate my movements, and we panted in one another's ears. Still straddling me, she raised herself up into a sitting position and continued to ride me. Her hair flowed down over her shoulders and her face had a devilish grin. "I'll bet this is better than being a spectator on the roof." "Is there anything like this in that book you were reading?" She just smiled that devilish smile again. I recalled how she had looked grinding her pelvis into the mattress outside as she read. As exciting as that was, the view I had now was immesureably better. As I drove in and out, her breasts bounced and swayed. Her hips tilted in circles and figure-eights, searching for delicious friction. Her small supple waist was bending and twisting, and she ran her hands all over herself, her willowy body tight with excitement. I could look down and see myself, disappearing into her glistening pussy, the lips embracing my shaft, and then reappearing, pulling the lips outward again. All the while she was looking into my eyes, caressing herself shamelessly. She leaned back over me again and I felt her breasts flatten as she pressed her whole body tightly against mine. Her soft moans turned urgent as our bodies pounded together again and again. Our frenzied pitching almost threw our bodies apart. I held her tight and felt as if she were enveloping me. I was engulfed in beautiful hot soft flesh. I immersed myself in her pleasure and soon the familiar hot, irresistable feeling began to stir deep within my loins. I felt her body shuddering, her moans free and unrestrained. My body began to pump, hot and furious, out of my control, shooting a torrent of semen deep into her. My penis strove to empty itself, squeezing, wringing every drop into the moist, supple flesh that enveloped it. Finally we slowed, catching our breath, and I softly kissed her. She rotated her hips one last time, pressing the little mound between her legs against me. I felt a warm twinge of pleasure, so different from the craving desire I had felt moments before. We lay there for a few minutes, embracing and caressing each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------ End of Perverts and Weirdos Digest ************************ -------