SEXUAL NOSTALGIA~~The Series

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(illustration #1).......:

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"We never truly know ourselves, or others.

At heart, everyone is a closet Artist;

creator's of their own lives."

~ ~Maximus Chance~ ~

On Hold.......{ONE}...maybe, one day:

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I know of your love

I know its water pours on me

To feel its touch day after day

I have overcome tortures, to come to myself again

I've your longing anchored to mine

I've your yearning anchored to myself

Come, come nothing will restrain us

What can hold us back?

I make of you my essential.

You raise me high above the rest.

I make of you my essential.

You whom I love more than anyone

If you want find yourself.

If you want find yourself.

You know of my love

You know the words under my silence

Words that confess all, reveal.I have offered you beliefs

To explain their absence.

I've the future engraved in your hand

I've the future laid out as you write

Come, come, nothing will take us past

A sign that revives.

I make of you my essential.

You raise me high above the rest.

I make of you my essential.

You whom I'd love more than anyone

If you want find yourself.

If you want find yourself.

If you want find yourself...If you want find yourself...I'll make you my essential.

My essential.

If you want find yourself.

To whom you belong.

Musical Intro #2: sexual nostalgia (Mixed Media.) :

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[EDIT: Look for, "EPISODE ONE" ~~Early Thursday Morning, August 16th, 2007.xx,b.]

(^_^) Hello, again! [episode one, on Thursday, August 16th, 2007]~~Sweet!

2007-11-21T23:36:00.000-08:00

Sugasm #92

Mon 13th Aug, 07

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #93? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

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Do one thing every day that scares you…
“What I didn’t know-that it would turn me on as much as it hurt me.”

Interview With Deborah Jeane Palfrey, AKA The DC Madam
“I wanted to see coverage treating sex workers as just that-workers.”

Rough Sex - with pictures
“She bites, she writhes, she moans, she claws- none of which she can remember after.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Keep Britain Tidy, Gimp

Editor’s Choice
In Her Mind, the Pigeons Were Always Fucking

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Bear
Homosexual myths
Sexual powerlessness
That Thorny Bisexual Thing….
Weird things happen every day

BDSM & Fetish
Asking For A Caning
Bully (working title)
The Challenge, part 1
Command
Every blog should have a slave…
Half-Nekkid Tattoo 2
Happy HNT - Tit flash in a boat
Heel!
Overpower, part 2
Request, granted

Sex Poetry
Heaven is a place
Tonight I’m going to
Vodka Confessions

Sex Audio & Podcasts
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Nobilis Erotica 29 — Someone New

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Catalina loves Penelope and Odysseus
Devil’s Last Dance (PJ story)
The Dream
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I’m A Woman Man: Episode 5 - Hands
The Most Famous Cock in the World
My slum goddess
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Kink In The Mainstream - Family Guy In Texas

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Half-Nekkid and Proud to Be Me
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Sexy Mandy courtesy of How About Now?

EPISODE ONE ~ ~ "Who Was I?" :

2007-11-20T22:40:00.000-08:00

CD #236523001
[CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT]
Project MAX CHANCE.

"Maximus Chance"

Genome >> In vitro
** ? >>When >>Why >>How
Legal/Moral >> Ethics >>

>>>>>Eureka !>>2020.

**

[Two children. A boy, and a girl.

He could see them, plain as sunlight; seated together, with two sheets of construction paper between them. The girl's hand was green. The boy's, red. They were finger painting.

He smiled, watching them. "That's me," he heard himself say...

...He could hear water running...]

"WINS News Time, Six-Forty Five...Today, in Washington, President Billing's will be meeting with the Prime Minister of Iraq, to discuss long-range plans for the inception of a Constitution, and the signing of a declaration of ...."

"Jesus!"...His heart, pounding now, and a fist slamming itself down upon the shut-off switch!

"Fucking alarm."

**
(Disorientation, upon awakening.
Subjects eyes open; 6:45 a.m.)

Max could hear the shower running in the next room. His eyes moved from the LCD numerals of the clock, scanning the room. Sunlight, and shadow played across the carpet; and, the remnants of the dream were still lingering, as he lifted his hand, and turned it, this way and that.

"Red paint," he said, to the empty room; staring now, at his right hand:

The nail-beds of each finger, tinged in red.

It was another piece of the puzzle. His life...slipping back into dreams.

**

"Max...What's wrong?"

Draped in a towel, she stood in the doorway.

"Still asleep, I guess. The alarm startled me."

"Well...," she said, dropping the towel, "I thought I'd let you sleep in; but, I forgot the radio was set.."

"..Yes, you did, Shanna."

**
She'd moved herself into his home, two months before. Shanna, and the previous evening, were coming back to him now.[Last night was quite a session: coffee, Art-talk, and sex. He was beginning to love her.]

"You know, Max, you're so highly strung. You need to learn how to relax."

"You're getting to know the real me. That's what happens when two people begin to live together."

She was determined to get his mind out of the past~~["You must pull him away from the 80's," her orders read. "Now, that you are inside, keep him occupied. We are fighting his memory at this point. Don't worry. We see everything he does. We are his eyes".]

With her hair still wet, and her body glistening, she moved like a kitten to purr; pulling back the sheet, smiling...

"Oh yeah, know you.."

Her mouth upon his cock now.
She takes him in, and he holds her head, her hair. Caressing her neck, as her head bobs.

She flicks the head of his cock with her tongue and then,~~ just as swiftly~~ turns herself completely round; straddling him, with her wetness. He enters her fully, completely.

"Max...Maximus Chance..."

**
["He's famous. An Artist. As far as he knows, he's an Orphan. He never knew his Mother," C32, said to her.

"I want to know everything. I need more than that."

"Don't worry."]

**

~~~To be Continued...(next week)~~NEXT UP: "MAXIMUS/POV"

[Author's note: Song, and Video, for end credits :

End of Episode One.

Love, b.

Good Old Sugasm # 93 ! : Sex, Sugar, and Genes!

2007-11-19T22:42:00.000-08:00

Sugasm #93

Mon 20th Aug, 07

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Between Baths
“His tongue licks along the edge of my thong and then slips underneath, and then he pulls the material aside so he can get to me.”

Fantasy Vs. Reality: What Is Cheating?
“Paid escort work is fantasy; dating me is reality.”

How To Set Up an MFM Threesome
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XX, b. /August 22,2007/1:41 a.m./Tuesday/next up: Episode Two: "Maximus: POV"

"Sometimes,...

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...the most intimate acts in life,

are better left

a mystery."

~~Maxumus Chance ~~[pov=point of view]

Good night & Good Luck.

Episode Two: "Maximus Chance~ ~ POV"

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As she sleeps, I watch her. [With me, each curve of her fits well~~as if, made to merge]

I want to paint her, all of her, like this. As she is now, in bed.

I know there is more to her..secrets. Things she hasn't told me I can read, just watching her face, her eyes.

Shanna, was unexpected. A new arrival, placed in front of the frame. A gallery-full abuzz, and all I saw was her. Red dress, and long legs.

Now, as she sleeps, I'm drawn away. My eyes, with just a bit of adjustment, take in all of the bedroom, the walls. Three candles, flickering.

I feel as if I'm losing her.

Even as I'm fucking her, there seems to be a tension, slight; she, clenches my cock, and at the same time, I see her drifting. The passion spent, becomes, engulfment...and, resistance.

["You're the Artist?," she asked.

"Yes. Max Chance," I replied, extending my hand.]

**
We ended up together. Breathing the same air...merged.

(Why do I black-out? The clock is no good anymore. I can feel time~~in my dreams.
I never sleep when she's asleep.

I'm like a bloody Night- watchman, peering into my past only when my eyes are closed.

Only, now, caressing her skin, do I gather what I can.

Until I black-out, my History, might as well be dust.

Or, maybe, what I see is the Truth.

Maybe, my Mother, gave me up in order to live.

Maybe, Shanna was meant to be here,

Naked and merged and painted and explored...

...Naked.

~End of Episode Two~~

~x~ b.

It is......onward, Max :

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"S.O.S."......(coming up)...next episode.

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Somewhere in the back of Shanna's mind...
I've only touched it;
the surface~~

grey sparks, and heat.

She is fevered.
Hiding something...just like myself.

I need to hide everything.
I wonder if she read this.

[Maximus Chance. Unlocked Journal. Page 68]

FINAL EPISODE: Let's wrap this up, shall we?:

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Like any experiment, it had to be replicated.
~Your only Chance, for Genetic Superiority, lay
with Maximus.

He wasn't the type, that's all.
Not the type, at all.

We tried. His Art was what kept him thinking, creating...
We delved as far into his memory as we could
in order to make him forget.

There was NO forgetting.
We couldn't get by that; the predominance
of nostalgia.

Dear Shanna,

I must get away. I'm haunted by what I've been seeing in my dreams.

I know you're not going to accept this, but I know...I know everything now.

You're my Sister; my blood.....

my life, or what I know of it.

Can't get past it. I see the day:

Sun-struck, with your body, your hand and fingers,
soaked in paint.

I will try to get back to you
one day.

In the meantime, know that the vision I've had,
tells me, we can only love,
from afar...

but, love, my dear, we shall.

Your Artist Brother,

Maximus.

And so...........

it goes.

A gallery filled with paintings.

~~"He will never know
we're there....."

xx,b./cain. October, 28, 2007. [HAPPY HALLOWEEN]