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   Okay, first of all, I don't want ANYthing to do with Billie; she is a
ignorant, prudish bible-thumping fascist and while I respect her right to
exist, I certainly don't want the silly cow in MY life.  Fuck her.  I mean,
it is not as if I do not have some feeling for her predicament, being
joined at the brain to a sick little clut like mira -
http://www.geocities.com/sssickman/files/too/1Good.html is a book that
deals with just such a misfortunate woman - but life is too short to be
wasted on boring prudes.

   So,

   mirabai,

   I howled when I read that you took your name from the Mevlana.!  I was
sure it was your last name and you would have NO fucking clue as to who I
was refering to.  And because you do, I can see that you have a whole lot
more going on up there then I would have thought of most southern Baptist
born agains.  I was actually at the Mevlana's tomb this past April and was
lucky enough to be allowed to observe a Dervish rit.  Totally, totally
cool!

   But I am not sure I see the connection between a filthy-minded slut like
you and these two holy people.  I find it rather offensive that you defile
their memories with your ugly little soul.  Can you not find a name that is
a wee bit more suitable for a sick skank like you?  Do try.  Of course,
some gals prefer giving up on names entirely and just refiring to
themselves as some object or other, often changing as whim leads them, but
that is a matter of personal taste.

   >First of all, I'm sorry.  Please.  I meant please.  I just never
>thought you'd answer.  I actually have good manners, really.

   Please what?

   >May I please be presumptuous enough to ask if you're actually >familiar
with Rumi?

   I know of him, we are not exactly tight.

   >Jesus Christ.

   Same as the Mevlana.  I've known about him for years and even visited
his tomb when I was in that hood, but we have never been close.

   >Who are you?

   Well, in this context, I am a neo-pagan - mostly non-practicing, like a
christian who only goes to church at Christmas and Easter - who lived a
boho existance to the age of about 30, traveled a great deal and am a
self-avowed cultureslut on the lookout for the weird and wonderful.

   >Which brings me to how much I love what you write.  :)

   I have NEVER had such a great review!  Wow.  No, really, I am moved and
just a little surprised that my writings have had such an effect on you. 
And no, this is not false modesty or any such horseshit; honestly, no one
has ever even implied that I got to them to that degree.  You know, I write
all that shite for my own amusement, like mental garbage that like a good
dump, feels so good to let the foul stuff out.  Am I a good writer?  _I_
don't know cause it is all so personal I cannot step back and be objective.
I know what I think sucks in some writers works and what I like about
others and try to learn from both, but only you, the reader, can tell me if
I am successful, and your praise is by far the strongest I have had, though
I did have one even stronger felt flame from a woman once.  Seems she
REALLY did not dig LoRH.  It wasn't that cunt Billie, was it?  I did get a
critisism from one wanker who liked the story but thought it should have
had a happy ending, so I had great fun writing it for him.  Goof.  A happy
ending!?  She has just been brutally raped and tortured!  I let her live;
that is about as happy as she could possibly hope for, isn't it?

   >i was astonished at the understanding you had of - i >don't know how to
put it - you knew exactly what i >was hiding, is all i can say

   I think it would be rather pathetic if a writer of filthy stories did
not like his/her own writing.  I mean, none of us do it for money, it is
basically literary masturbation, so if you do not enjoy it, why do it.  So,
I write for me, not you.  If you connect with a story, then our minds must
just be mis-wired in the same way.  Glad to meet you.

   That said, I have been reading pornography since I was 13 (29 years of
it, do the math).  I read the complete works of the Marquis de Sade in my
20's.  I got my first internet connection in 1993.  I have read so much
goddamned filth in my life it is disgusting!  And there is SOO much of it
out there!  And most of it is really boring.  "Then he fucked her pussy and
it was real great.  Then she came 'aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!'" oo-hoo.  So I write
because I want to read a story that is tailor made for my psyche, and
nobody knows me as well as I do.  An inventory of body parts might have
done it when I was a child, and a particularly weird or depraved idea might
have done it for me 15 years ago, but these days I have just about read it
all.  There are a limited number of things you can do to the female body
and they have all been done.  Well, almost.

   So what does that leave?  Two things: the mind and the truth.  In a
fictional work, what really interestes me now is what is happening in the
victim's mind.  Rape is not about sex, but about power, so a description of
what body part is stuck into which orifice is missing the whole point.  And
actually, you have read only two of my stories because only two of them are
on-topic for RPP.  Most of my tales - well, there are only another four or
five - are far more about humiliation than of non-consent and violence. 
Why bother with the rape when you can get right to the good stuff?

   Then there is the truth.  Over the last few years I have had a few women
write to me and tell me their stories.  Vile tales of abuse and degradation
and SO much stronger because they were real!  Now THAT is heavy.  A simple
tale of a real run-of-the-mill date rape has WAY more impact than the most
violent, exessive fictional account.  So that got me interested and I
invented my own genre of porn: Reality Porn.  It isn't any more "real" then
reality TV is real, but it is written as if it was real.  The trick is to
make it excessive but always within the realm of possibility.  Holiday in
Bosnia was one of these.  Did it work?  Did you ever wonder, even
fleetingly, "is this real"?  Be honest.

   Oh, which brings up an important by-product of my fetish for truth:
DON'T LIE to me.  Ever.  Don't even exaggerate.  The line between reality
and fantasy is actually quite clearly defined and there is enough bad
fiction out there that I have no need for more.  Promise?

   >mmmm ...  i really should get up and go get a towel but i feel it's
>better not to move til i've been an obedient cunt and answered your
>questions

   I have a friend who keeps a masturbation towel in her desk drawer at
work for just such a problem.  The great thing about this solution is that
not only is there the suspense that someone, for whatever reason will be
going through her drawer and find her pussy-fouled rag, but I think she has
actually has developed a fetish for the thing so that just seeing it can
get her cunt brewing.

   >big pink and white tits with more droop than the >vain billie would
like

   I said cunt-dripping self-depricating detail.  This PATHETIC little
teaser tells me nothing.  lazy, lazy, lazy.  How big?  How much do they
droop?  colour?  Skin texture?  shape?  Nipple size/shape?  care to try
again, you lazy negligent cunt?  And when you are done that, just to show
me you are truely contrite about not following a few simple request,
perhaps you would give me at least twice as many lines on the topic "Life
With My Dugs": how you feel about them or felt about them in the past or
whatever.  Maybe you would like to start at the begining and write me a
history of them.  It has never been done, so the world needs to know what
life is like for a pair of tits.  Actually, the person that REALLY needs to
read about your jugs is "jewcunt", that aforementioned slut with the
masturbation towel; she doesn't have any tits of her own so it would do her
a great service to allow her to live a chesty life vacariously through
your's.  Entertain me.  Make her green.

   > she's saving up funds for a tit job.

   I certainly hope you won't let her have one unless she goes BIG!  I know
a woman who actually had...  a breast reduction!  Gasp!  I was horrified,
of course.  If she won't go big enough to make people stare, DOn't let her
touch them.  What does a bible thumper need tits for anyway?  And a sick
little piece of fuckmeat should either have massive man-pleasing tits or
humourously ugly ones.  Have you considered a strict regimen of braless
jogging?  Help those old titties sag more and entertain the folks in the
neighbour hood.

   >and when she's not >jamming things up her cunt and ass

   Okay, lets just see what sort of a sick fuck I am dealing with here;
list them.  ALL of them.  Every damned thing you have ever shoved into any
of your holes.  Copy the following statement and fill in the blanks:

   I have stuck a _1_ in my _2_ _3_.  It felt _4_.

   1 - the object 2 - the orifice.  If the same object has been in
different holes, make a statement for each 3 - frequency.  "once", "a few
times", often when I was a kid but not so much any more", or "all the
time", might be appropriate 4 this could be physical, sexual or emotional
or a combination.  Your statment said "things" which implies you use
different things which further implies that they do different things or you
would stick with a favourite.  So find something distinctive about each
one, though of course some may inspire similar feelings.  This can be as
long or as short as you think necessary but of course there are bonus
points for the old cunt-dripping details.



   >dreaming of sick men raping >and torturing her til she's just three
bleeding gaping holes >dribbling cum ...

   I think you might like my friend Betty.

   > i definitely need to get a towel to >protect this expensive computer
chair ...

   Are you jerking off at work?  >i have >to stop and go clean up from the
sweet sloppy cum i just gave myself >from talking to you and get ready to
transform into the female clark >kent ...  what a ridiculous cunt ...

   Yes, I would have to agree with you there.  repressed, schizophrenic,
and gutless.

   >>- What is the most degrading thing that you have ever experienced? 
>12 years of public school in the American South.

   Thats it?  Where are the details?  There is that laziness coming through
again.  Bad cunt!  Try it again.  Pick one single event and describe it.

   >xxx (small kisses for your face)

   I don't think so!

   >XXX (bigger kisses for your body)

   Nooo!

   >and OOO ...  the shape my mouth would take just in case you were to
>grab me by a big chunk of my long hair and twist and twist your fist
>around it til you could jerk my face anyplace you might like it ...

   Nah, I don't think so.  I think you can just stay there on your knees
with your mouth in your best cocksucker O and think about how ridiculous
you look.
   Sickman