Podcasts about nymphomania

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The Ancient Greeks believed they existed before the dawn of time, yet they're a mystery to most, so, for this week's Bonus Episode we're exploring the long and complex history of Nymphs!Part of the "Three Ravens Bestiary" series, we start off discussing the roles Nymphs played in the Greco-Roman pantheon, including how they were classified and eventually used, in Imperial projects, to present local and regional gods of pagan cultures, such as the Celts and Britons, as less powerful than the Olympians. This then sees us look at examples of some ancient genius loci from across England, including those found in shrines at Hadrian's Wall, where some local deities defied the odds and survived well into Christianization, later becoming recognised as Saints. From there we head in two directions - firstly, forward, via Chaucer, Marvell and Shakespeare, into a place where Nymphs and Faeries got a little bit muddled up in the British mindset. After that, we journey back to the start, exploring how writers like Hesiod, Homer, and many others, developed and contributed to the collective idea of 'Nymph Lore' - the roles Nymphs played in city foundation, how they were worshiped, and what 'Nympholepsy' - Nymph Madness - was, and why some people sought it out! Via discussions of the 18th century invention of the idea of 'Nymphomania' - in contrast with other misogynistic (and anti-British) ideas such as Tacitus' characterisation of the Roman Witch Empress Messalina, the vengeful Iceni Queen Boudica, and figures like Britannicus, we wash up in the present day - a time when being called a "nymph" seems to have nothing to do with nature spirits, and much more to do with systems of power and control...The Three Ravens is an English Myth and Folklore podcast hosted by award-winning writers Martin Vaux and Eleanor Conlon.Released on Mondays, each weekly episode focuses on one of England's 39 historic counties, exploring the history, folklore and traditions of the area, from ghosts and mermaids to mythical monsters, half-forgotten heroes, bloody legends, and much, much more. Then, and most importantly, the pair take turns to tell a new version of an ancient story from that county - all before discussing what that tale might mean, where it might have come from, and the truths it reveals about England's hidden past...Bonus Episodes are released on Thursdays (Magic and Medicines about folk remedies and arcane spells, Three Ravens Bestiary about cryptids and mythical creatures, Dying Arts about endangered heritage crafts, and Something Wicked about folkloric true crime from across history) plus Local Legends episodes on Saturdays - interviews with acclaimed authors, folklorists, podcasters and historians with unique perspectives on that week's county.With a range of exclusive content on Patreon, too, including audio ghost tours, the Three Ravens Newsletter, and monthly Three Ravens Film Club episodes about folk horror films from across the decades, why not join us around the campfire and listen in?Learn more at www.threeravenspodcast.com, join our Patreon at www.patreon.com/threeravenspodcast, and find links to our social media channels here: https://linktr.ee/threeravenspodcast Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Barbie Lynn's GeneticsIn 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.  “Nymphomania, while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced.”"Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded like 'hello'."I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I pulled that banter out of my tush, my brain was suffering catastrophic blood loss."I can't wait to live in this dorm next year," Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane, will you let me use this room next year?""Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up. "Mom, I have to come here next year!""Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to every girl, and perhaps guy, in the dorm. I don't need much space," I said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here.""Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis, that name rang a bell."Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's," Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me, it was keep the lone male status quo; or to get a good night's sleep'."Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her."You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her sunglasses and bit one of its arms."Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled. I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator wrestling or no anal-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and new shoes, damn it.The odds of getting Jeff in were long, Victoria barely suffered Heaven being around, and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone."It would give your Father another option for Jefferson if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied."That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he was a fully functioning teenage male."Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard."Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble."I apologize, Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now, I don't, I don't think that anymore.""Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only another day for me ending in y.""And don't you be forgetting about me, and how tough it has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry."A wife should obey her husband," he started, "and a husband should know when to shut up."Lunch and what comes afterI dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later, and while Doctor Victoria Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up in front of her and mine across her desk.Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it. The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth "working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me; I was a figurehead."What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something, somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing."I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location has been chosen," I replied."Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st. My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you.""Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed."I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed tentatively."No need, she's a Klingon, a small craft captain whose Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach her how to use that bat-a-rang and,""Batleth," Victoria interjected."Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued, "and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th, cost is not an object.""I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say you are taking this rather well," Doctor Scarlet noted."Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in, screaming fur-balls, I'm okay. I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder, trust me."We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took twenty minutes."You did a very good job as Mediator this morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave."It is not so rough," I grinned. "WWKSD?""Wha, oh," she smiled warmly. "What would King Solomon do, clever.""Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was waiting, as was Heaven.Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot. Christina had lectured us on P D A, public displays of affection, during Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student body, would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching her ass every time I caught up.After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor, and Heaven being too vocal, to get away with sex; and cuddling would be fine anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis."Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one, going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at 8:15."Heaven held my hand tightly."Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made her exit.Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch."Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check this out."I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor."Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell," Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using my room.Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered assets while looking a bit fearful and upset."What are you doing in here?" she asked softly."It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you doing in my bedroom?""But, but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she gasped."That would because it is her room too, we sleep together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help you with something?""I, I, I spilled juice on my shirt," she began."And your skirt," I pointed out.""Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are going to fit me." I mused over that for a second."I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie," I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends' mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This time she did it, though I had to turn my back.I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned with the popcorn."Rio, Heaven, I need you to break into Chancellor Bazz' residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's."Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little Breaking  Entry.""Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah, now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots. Our eyes locked."Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions.""Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's Mom asked.When women say that, they can mean three things;·         the truth,·         the lure, or·         the lie.Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter."If you are asking me if you are as good looking as Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed."I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my husband, then seeing you and Barbie Lynn, in the shower,”What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may intrude?" I asked."He had an accident at work, one of his factories, and he hasn't been the same," she sniffed."Do you love him?" I questioned. "Honestly.""Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just not there.""Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very reluctantly came over and sat at my bed, but I said nothing."Yes?" she broke down and inquired finally."I want you to laugh," I related to her softly. "Laugh, laugh like you do with small kids.""But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah covered her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and squirm."Stop it," she gasped for breath, so I rolled onto my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender."See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned. "I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you simple need to worry a little bit less, and love yourself a little bit more.""How do I do that?" she panted."I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes and see what you like, and what your husband might like," I suggested. "I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager; but not every day is Sunday school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother."But," she stammered."There is a screen right over there," I pointed out, "that you can change behind and the armoire over here has a mirror.""But I'll be parading around here, in my bra and panties," she worried."Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged, "but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less material. Look at it that way.""Well, don't ogle, alright?""Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll pluck out my eyes?'After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and looking over her shoulder at me with real worry that I might find her either too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking the sun. A minute later she finally spoke up.

Passion at the Camp Meeting - The Joy of Nymphomania. The revelation of Koinonia. (erotic coupling) By Loveangames69.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was an impressive country estate, twenty-some acres with an expansive board fence around much of it to keep the horses in. A long gravel driveway led through woods and pasture to a large stone house with vaulted ceilings and exposed wooden beams that could be the set for a BBC drama. Instead, it was the center of a religious camp meeting, and impressed as Kyle was by the setting, he was asking himself what the hell he was doing there. Dave, a friend, had recently become absorbed with an obscure middle eastern religion that apparently had adherents in high places, and they had opened their estate to missionary efforts designed to increase the numbers of the faithful. Doing his bit for the cause, Dave had invited several friends, including Kyle and his girlfriend Lindsay to a weekend of camping, music, social interaction, barbecue and hours of boring religious indoctrination. [[MORE]] Kyle and Lindsay arrived early Friday afternoon and found a nice spot by a small stream to set up their small cabin tent. They joined Dave walking around a series of exhibits with religious displays, pictures and literature handed out by gurus who seemed tuned into ultimate truth on a higher spiritual plane. Most members of the order were dressed in normal casual wear, although some were decked out in saffron robes and gold-colored necklaces and amulets. There were some decent flute players and tambourine shakers, but nothing to attract agents looking for the next Springsteen. The tour led into the impressive house, where Dave introduced Lindsay and Kyle to its owners, a pleasant middle-aged couple who had serene smiles painted on their faces, and then to another of his friends, Paul, who he had known from college. Paul was rather quiet, not contributing much to the conversation. Already converted, perhaps? They all attended a lecture by one of the high preachers of the order, whose resonate voice and elaborate hand gestures failed to draw Kyle into appreciation of the doctrine being espoused. Instead, his eyes rolled and wandered around the large room serving as lecture hall, taking in its exposed beams, drapes, overstuffed leather chairs and sofas and sculpted walnut tables. The magnificence was cheapened, he mused, by rows of cheap metal chairs squeezed in to accommodate the audience. More propaganda talks followed an evening barbecue on the stone patio. Kyle tried but failed to understand the attraction this sect had for Dave. His friend had enjoyed a rather wild and libertine lifestyle in college – lots of booze and women. Perhaps Dave was looking for more in life as he got older, or maybe just for “more” from an attractive blonde adherent of the order who had introduced him to it. Anyway, by the time the evening schedule had been completed, Kyle was thinking he had made a serious mistake in accepting this invitation and was wasting a weekend. He expressed that foreboding to Lindsay and silent Paul around a campfire singalong featuring religious themes in Persian folk music. As Dave mouthed verses in harmony with the faithful, Paul revealed he was not a convert, admitting he had similar reservations about the doctrine, but added that he questioned most other doctrines as well. He was just taking in the atmosphere, he said. Lindsay nodded. “Look upon it as an introduction into a different culture,” she said. “Talk to a few people of the different persuasion. You may not convert, but you might learn a few things and have an interesting experience.” Kyle's tall, dark haired, shapely girlfriend with the deep brown eyes was an open-minded sort, and he had learned a lot from her, both intellectual and sensual. Paul was also looking at Lindsay with a serious expression, appraising her words, or maybe appraising her. Soon, even the open-minded had enough, and they returned to the camping area. Night had set in, and Kyle held a light while Paul set up his small dome tent a short distance away, then started a fire. The three of them sat around it for a while. As earlier, Paul was not a great conversationalist, although when he did say something, it was interesting. He had been deployed with the armed forces in the Middle East, and been involved in some traumatic situations, which he was reluctant to go into detail on. Now discharged, he was readjusting to civilian life, trying to figure out what to do, he told them. Lindsay looked sympathetic Not too far away was a large cabin tent. Three males and a female of college age were milling about, throwing wood into a ring for a campfire. The girl was good looking, medium length blonde hair, blue eyes, nice body which showed off well in shorts and tight blouse. She seemed high spirited, and from what Kyle could hear, had a vocabulary that did not seem in line with staid religious doctrine. Next morning, Kyle and Lindsay invited Paul to ride with them to a nearby cafe for breakfast. They were in a booth when a young woman approached and asked if she could join them. Kyle recognized her as the one at the neighboring tent. She sat down on Paul's side. “I saw you out at the mansion,” she stated. “Thought we should get acquainted. I'm Joy.” After full introductions were completed, Kyle warned Joy, “We're just visiting here at the invitation of a friend. We're apostates, except maybe for Lindsay, who hasn't decided yet if this particular god is dead, or only has a bad flu.” Joy smiled. “I kind of figured that. You guys didn't look to me like you were chanting or going hallelujah at those boring talks last night.” “So you're not one of the faithful either,” Kyle said, returning the smile. “No, in fact I'm really bummed,” she said. “One of my classmates at State invited me. He said he and two other guys were going to a group camp-out, and they really wanted me to join them. He was so intense, I thought it was gonna be a love-in or something.” Lindsay snickered. “Bunking in a tent with three guys – that could sound like an invitation to something other than a religious revival.” “Yeah, I thought I might have difficulty walking by the time I got back, but all they've been doing is trying to save my soul. They have their noses in the scriptures rather than around my pussy. I can't interest any of them in taking a sniff.” Kyle felt a stirring in his groin. “What is wrong with the male congregation around here,” he asked rhetorically. “Well, maybe you'll just have to convert.” “No way. I can't get interested. I like to fuck too much.” Joy said it with a smile, but also as a simple statement of fact, no humor intended. “If anything, I'm going to convert some of the guys around here to my philosophy – sex is a higher calling than any religion; fucking is the closest we're ever going to get to divine love.” Kyle's eyes bugged out, as he smiled broadly at this girl's candor, also feeling more of a stir between his legs. Through the corner of his eye he saw Lindsay put a hand to her mouth, her eyes wrinkling in amusement. Paul's expression was placid, with no noticeable change. He took a drink of his coffee. The conversation continued; the subject matter just as provocative. Joy was voluble and animated, talking about places she had been and guys she had been there with. One detailed account was of a sailing trip with a boyfriend, during which she had sex with the captain and one of the crew as well. Kyle was curious if this nymph was really hot to trot or just all talk. It would be a shame not to find out, he decided, as she looked delicious. He and Lindsay had an “open” relationship. In the three years they had been living together, they had not gone actively looking for new people to spice things up but did take the bait a couple of times when someone cast a line in their direction. Nor did either of them try to dissuade the other from netting an interesting catch. Back at camp, as they prepared to endure the day's spiritual propaganda, Kyle told Lindsay of his attraction to Joy. “I got that vibe from you,” Lindsay said, taking his arm. “But maybe you should check with Paul before you start out hunting. He's here all alone, and my intuition tells me the poor guy is lonely. He might be able to use a pick-me-up, and after all you already have such recourse if you need it.” She batted her eyes. She was right, although Kyle really preferred to seek his own enlightenment with Joy and did not feel overly altruistic when he went to Paul's tent, just mentioning offhand that the girl might be a nice choice to brighten up the weekend. Fortunately, Paul was not greatly interested in Joy. “She came on to me at the restaurant when you went to pay the bill, and I told her I'd think about it, but frankly, she's like the B-girls around the base, not out for anything more than money and a stiff dick. Nothing against sex, but I'm trying to find a woman with more than just hormones – one with some depth and substance.” Kyle reported that conversation to Lindsay. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then said lightly, “Go ahead and try to scratch your itch. I'm cool to hang with Dave and Paul at today's agenda.” They walked over to the proceedings. Kyle told Lindsay he was going to scout around “for something interesting,” and she smiled knowingly. He soon spotted Joy at a lecture. Her companions, the three guys, were listening attentively to the speaker. Joy looked completely bored. He walked over and took an empty chair next to her. “I've been thinking about what you said during breakfast about your philosophical convictions. If you're bored, maybe we can find something more stimulating around here,” he whispered, with a suggestive smile. “I think we should,” she responded with a coy look, and rising from her chair, told her friends, “I'm going with this potential convert to see if I can develop his inspiration into something solid.” They looked a little confused but smiled their blessing and uttered some Persian phrase for “see you later,” before renewing their concentration on the lecture. “It may be a challenge converting those guys to your ecclesiastical views,” Kyle said, as they walked away. “Lost cause,” Joy agreed. “But this weekend may turn out good after all. I may not get three guys at once to play with, but maybe it's not a total loss. So, tell me, what do you have in mind and where do you want to do it?” she asked with a grin, taking my arm. “I think you should take the lead in this endeavor. I'm open to any guidance. As for location, we could strip to our souls and start in my tent near the stream of living water.” “Oh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it,” she responded, skipping a little, her loose blouse bouncing a little in the strategic location. We picked up our pace. “I guess your friends Paul and Lindsay aren't joining in,” she said, sounding a little disappointed. “No, they're still reviewing that rival theology, but gave their blessing to our endeavor.” “Does Lindsay fuck both you guys?” A direct question, for sure. “No. She and I live together. Actually, we just met Paul yesterday.” “I was hoping he might join in too. I get excited in a crowd, and you guys both look like studs. But you'll do by yourself if you can keep up the energy. Guys say I'm very demanding.” “I'll do my best for you, Joy.” Do my best to enjoy Joy, Kyle thought, an erection well under way. They reached the tent. Kyle unzipped the door, and they went in. Fortunately, it was shaded by a large oak, so not too hot inside. There was no need for preliminaries. Joy quickly pulled her blouse over her head, her well-formed braless boobs jiggling a little, and slid down her shorts and panties. She had a nicely sculpted bush, Kyle noticed. He took off his own t-shirt, at the same time she pulled down his lined shorts. His dick was already semi-hard from anticipation. “Let's pump it up a little,"Joy said, taking hold of it, and giving a few yanks. It quickly responded. She sank to her knees before it, and he had an impression of a high priestess worshiping a phallic image. "I love these things,” she said, licking up and down it enthusiastically. “It appears you've studied the liturgy. How many such icons have you had?” Kyle asked. ‘Oh, I don't know. I lost count. Maybe over a hundred by now. I just turned 19. I've been fucking for a while. Really picked up speed my freshman year. It would probably be advisable to wear a condom, Kyle thought. Joy enthusiastically sucked his cock. He was enjoying it, but slowed her down so he did not lose control. He thought about returning the oral favor but was hesitant, thinking about what might have been left by some of those hundred-plus cocks that been in there before him. She solved the dilemma, coming off him and lying down on the sleeping bags, spreading her legs widely. “Come into me, Kyle. I need a good, hard fucking from a big dick.” He quickly complied, dropping between her legs and poising his erection at her entrance. He was about to stick it in before remembering the condom, quickly retrieving his wallet and taking out the little package. He tore it open. “Oh, let me. I like doing this,” Joy said, taking the little vinyl ring from him, and rolling it down his stiff cock. “Now, come in.” He inserted the tip in. There was very little resistance, and he pushed a little deeper, quickly sliding all the way in, pubes meshing against pubes, and started thrusting. Joy had her eyes wide open and was encouraging him with cries like “good fucking cock, deeper, stop there, go round and round, kiss the sides.” Kyle remembered her saying she had received complaints that she was demanding. “Wait a minute. Let's change positions,” she said. She rose and told him to lie on his back. He did and she straddled him, taking his dick in hand and guiding it back into her. She rode him vigorously for a minute or so, then dropped her torso for some boobs-to-boobs contact between their chests. Her boobs were firm the nipples at attention, he noted happily, as she began twerking with her butt, controlling the rhythm of the fuck, her vagina almost expelling his dick, then reclaiming it with vigor. Damn, but the girl is enthusiastic, Kyle thought. A short while later Joy directed another change, coming off him and assuming the position for doggie style. He entered her again. She dropped her head so one cheek was lying on the sleeping bags, her butt high as Kyle thrust in and out. “Oh, yes, this is my favorite – your dick is just the right size, shape and length for this,” she said. “Fuck me. Harder.” He did so for several minutes more. She urged him to slow down or speed up occasionally, but for the most part just made happy little moaning sounds. Kyle lost track of how long they fucked, going into a sort of mechanical zen state of pleasure. Joy brought him out of it eventually when she began making grunting sounds mixed in with dirty talk. “Hear that dick sliding in and out, hear the sounds it's making, like spitting and slurping. Now it's like a suction cup. Hear your thighs bounding off my ass, or is that your big ball sack bouncing around between your legs, slapping me just below my cunt as you come in. Oh, that dick is so big and powerful. It's one of the best I've ever had. I wish I could take it home. It's better than any dildo.” All that talk had the predictable effect. “I'm going to cum,” Kyle announced, and he did with a loud grunt or two. “Keep going, you fuck! Keep going. I'm almost there,” Joy yelled. He valiantly complied, willing himself to stay hard, and she screamed so loud he was sure it could be heard at the mansion house and the cops would be called to investigate. He slowed his pace as her screams died down, finally ceasing. He remained inside her for another minute or so, then leaned back, his dick popping out with a final suctioning sound, and collapsed on his back next to her. She dropped down on her stomach, her face turned to the side, smiling at him. She. was soaked in sweat, as was he. “You are one good fucking man,” she said. “That was better by far than my three friends could have done if they took turns on the best day of their lives. I'm rating your dick in my top ten.” “Thanks,” Kyle said. “You were good too. Your experience shows.” They lay there a while, recovering energy. Finally, Kyle took off his condom and tied it against spillage, putting it in the trash. He opened the tent flap and peered out. Seeing no one around, he suggested they take a dip in the brook to wash off the sweat. Gathering their clothes, they picked a location on the stream bank shielded by bushes in case anyone should come walking that way, entered the water and splashed around. Joy took his now flaccid cock and scrubbed it with her cupped hand. Sitting on the grass in the sun, drying off, Joy rattled on about how great a fuck it was and how good Kyle's dick was, then began reminiscing about guys she had fucked, in what positions, with details about the sizes and shapes of their cocks and how long they went. “The largest dick I've had was a foot long, but it wasn't as good as a fat eight-incher belonging to one of my instructors. He gave me an A in the course even though I flunked most of the tests,” she said, laughing. “The smallest dick I've had was barely five inches, but it wasn't too much of a disappointment because it made contact with my G-spot.” It was only a little after noon, and Kyle wondered what to do now with this nymphomaniac, finally proposing they eat at the food court and take a drive somewhere, “maybe even into the city. There's a lot to see and do there – parks, art galleries, museums, …” “Let's do that,” Joy said excitedly. There's a museum I've wanted to see for some time.“ So she did have some interest in cultural things, not only fucking, he thought. They drove to the city, bucolic countryside giving way to strip malls and urbanization on increasingly busy roads. There was not much new conversation of a memorable nature, just more on the "fucktastic sex” they had just experienced, which jogged her memory anew on “sexsational times” with other lovers, exotic positions, almost getting “busted” by her parents, etc. Once she had fucked two cops in their patrol car so they would not write her up for reckless driving. Looking at her phone occasionally, she gave Kyle directions on how to get to the museum, which she did not name. “Saving it as a surprise,” she said. “It has a lot about my favorite subject.” So it was not a great surprise when they eventually arrived at the “Museum of Sex” in a rather tacky art deco building on a side street in a questionable neighborhood. Kyle paid the admission charge. They were given a guide to 15,000 items on display, including an antique vibrator, a dildo resembling Chiquita Banana and a Braille issue of Playboy Magazine. Also, several accessories used for “enhancing pleasure or pain.” A museum highlight was the “Erotic Carnival” – a sort of fun house entered through a design resembling giant pussie lips. Once inside, patrons could roll skee-balls into rings and pull at plastic penises that projected through a wall, which if done right earned tokens to feed into small viewing booths that featured “a curated selection of cinematic and music video compilations and experimental films.” The tokens were also good for “discounts” at a gift shop that sold the cinematic delights along with authentic replicas of historical erotic artworks and the other museum items on display. Joy did well in the carnival, and put serious contemplation into the gift shop, figuring how to use her discounts. At one point she grabbed Kyle and said her earlier fantasy was possible. She virtually begged him to give her a “Favorite Member Remembrance” item, promoted as a means to “renew the pleasure after the lover is only a fond memory.” But Kyle refused to stick his dick into a conveyance resembling a sausage grinder which would make a cast of his erection for use in manufacturing “a customized, one-of-a-kind dildo out of the finest latex.” “Who knows how many other dicks have been stuck into there, and what they might have been carrying,” he told her. “But they say they sterilize the mold after each cast,” Joy said. “Pick something else.” Joy settled for a novel “French Tickler” dildo and a video on the Kama Sutra. Since her discounts did not come close to covering the cost, Kyle paid for them as a present. Joy bubbled over, recounting the sex “museum” in detail on the drive back. She took Kyle's present out of the bag, pulled down her shorts and exercised herself with it, emitting appropriate vocals. “Oh, pull over there,” she said at a cleared area along the side of a rural road. He did so, figuring she had to pee. Instead, she reached inside his shorts and began fondling him. “I want to play with the real thing again,” she said. Kyle was no longer feeling sexual need, but still, when an attractive young blonde massages you, it is difficult to be apathetic, and he soon expanded. Joy extricated it from his shorts, and went down on him, slurping with abandon as she used her free hand to continue manipulating his present inside her. She was good, and in a few minutes he lost it. She took in what he had to give, gulping and swallowing, then licking him clean. Back at the religious camp meeting, Joy was so happy with how her day had gone that she insisted on taking Kyle into the tent for another round of passion. Stripping and lying down, she resumed putting Kyle's gift to work immediately, plunging it in and out to warm herself up, directing Kyle to “hurry up.” He was actually feeling sated by this point, but she was so insistent that he disrobed, managed to get it up again, with some vigorous ministrations from Joy, and donned a condom. He exercised her missionary style for a while, but she wanted it doggie and then to ride him. As earlier, Joy was very enthusiastic, overusing her vaginal muscles, which pained him so that Kyle had to urge her to lighten up. He managed to get her off rather quickly by furiously manipulating her clit as she rapidly bounced on him, and as Joy's screams faded he managed his own orgasm. It was his third time, in only five or six hours, and he had never been so glad to stop sex. There had been just too much of a good thing this day – in person and vicariously, with extensive commentary by Joy the entire time. For the first time, he truly realized the significance of the words “insatiable” and “superfluous.” There was some rare silence as Joy came down from her sexual high, during which they could hear a man and a woman vocalizing nearby – grunts and moans – and vinyl material being thrashed. Could it be the walls of Paul's small tent nearby? Kyle heard Lindsay's voice cry out, “Wonderful, just like that, oh so good,” and a low male voice respond with something inarticulate. There were further exclamations and sounds of abused tent fabric. “So, you guys only just met Paul,” Joy said. “Sounds like Lindsay is getting to know him fast.” She lifted a leg and rose off of Kyle, plumping down alongside him. He saw that his dick had shrunk rapidly and took the condom off before it fell of its own accord. He tied it, but there was not much content, which Joy noticed. “You were no flow this time.” she said. “Want to do it once more? Those sounds next door are getting me stoked again.” “I'm not in the mood,” Kyle said, feeling panic at the thought of another exercise with the insatiable Joy, and also a little unnerved at what was apparently going on in the adjacent tent. He had not expected Lindsay and silent Paul to get the hots for one another. “Let's get dressed. I'll help you find your friends,” he told Joy. She seemed reluctant, and to be actually enjoying the close vocalizations, but complied. As they exited the tent, it was evident that Paul's shelter was indeed vibrating from movement inside. Lindsay cried out her enjoyment again. No one was at the tent occupied by Joy's friends, and she did not want to stay there by herself, so Kyle walked with her toward the main house. Before they were out of sight, he looked over at Paul's tent and could see the fabric continuing to move. They found Joy's friends at a lecture. Kyle gave her a little hug, saying it had been an interesting day, and wished her well. She threw her arms around him, and kissed with tongue while grinding up against him. The lecturer paused momentarily, probably in shock at the non-theological sight, Kyle thought. He left the house and seeing his friend Dave, walked over to the patio. Dave was alone, chanting some religious litany from a book, pausing when he noticed Kyle. “I didn't see you around much today,” he said. “Yeah, I got involved in activities with another guest.” Dave smiled. “I did see you with a guest, so I think I know who you mean. Well there's all sort of enlightenment. I hope yours was edifying, or at least enjoyable.” “Definitely a lot of Joy,” Kyle responded. “Lindsay and Paul came to a lot of our events,” Dave said. “They seemed to be getting more into it.” “Yes, Paul is especially into it at present,” Kyle acknowledged, dryly. “Lindsay getting it too.” The innuendos had not escaped Dave. “So you scored,” he said. “And if I'm reading you right, Paul did too. But with Lindsay? How does that sit with you?” “I'm not happy about it, but it's okay with me as long as it's okay with her,” Kyle shrugged. “I haven't talked with her about it yet.” “Well, if the conversation doesn't work out well and you need to talk, I'm around. My new faith has guidance in these situations, to go along with my own wisdom,” he said with a grin. Kyle walked back to the camping area, noticing that Paul's tent was no longer in motion. He went into his own shelter. Lindsay was there, sitting on the bedrolls. Her brow was sweaty, her hair disheveled and knotted. She was running a comb and brush through it. “Hi,” he said. “Hi,” she answered Silence reigned. “There's a bath house with showers over by the pool,” Kyle said, taking a towel and kit with soap and shampoo from his pack, along with new shorts and t-shirt. “I'm going over there.” “I'll go with you,” Lindsay said, rummaging through her pack for similar items. Conversation was muted as they walked toward the showers. Lindsay finally ventured into it. “Did you have a good time with Joy?” “It was interesting but overkill. It sounded to me like you and Paul were enjoying yourselves too.” “Yes, Paul is really sweet. And he needed a boost.” After a brief pause. “I'm going to see him again. We made tentative plans for next weekend.” “Oh?” “It doesn't bother you, right?” He shrugged. “You let me explore my curiosity, and I've never got in your way. We practice what we preach. If that's what you want, you should go and have a good time.” “How about Joy? Will you see her again?” “No, she has sex on the brain, with little else there. And my body can take only so much.” “I thought she might be a little too focused and energetic for you. So, you are not overjoyed with Joy.” Lindsay smiled and took Kyle's arm as they walked. “Actually, to mix metaphors and innuendos, I am not overjoyed about Paul, but am 'over Joy,' in both present and future tenses.” Lindsay smiled, squeezing his arm. “I wouldn't have thought that, judging by all the noise coming from the tent as Paul and I came back from the afternoon events.” “Too much noise. I like sexy women, but want one with more depth and sophistication, like the one I'm with now.” “Funny, that's almost exactly what Paul said to me as we listened to you and Joy. I kissed him, and he responded, and asked me into his tent.” Lindsay paused a moment before adding, “Deep people sort of turn me on too.” They walked in silence for a little while, before she said, “Wow, I might be pretty busy for a while, juggling you two deep guys around.” “I can take being juggled,” Kyle said. “It worries me more that sometimes the objects being juggled get dropped.” “I'll try to concentrate on my juggling, and keep a good grip on things,” Lindsay said, putting her head on Kyle's shoulder. As his girlfriend had predicted earlier, by being open to cultural nuances and meeting new people he had learned a few things and had an interesting experience. He wondered how it would all play out in the future. By Loveangames69 for Literotica

Passion at the Camp Meeting - The Joy of Nymphomania. The revelation of Koinonia. (erotic coupling) By Loveangames69.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was an impressive country estate, twenty-some acres with an expansive board fence around much of it to keep the horses in. A long gravel driveway led through woods and pasture to a large stone house with vaulted ceilings and exposed wooden beams that could be the set for a BBC drama. Instead, it was the center of a religious camp meeting, and impressed as Kyle was by the setting, he was asking himself what the hell he was doing there. Dave, a friend, had recently become absorbed with an obscure middle eastern religion that apparently had adherents in high places, and they had opened their estate to missionary efforts designed to increase the numbers of the faithful. Doing his bit for the cause, Dave had invited several friends, including Kyle and his girlfriend Lindsay to a weekend of camping, music, social interaction, barbecue and hours of boring religious indoctrination. [[MORE]] Kyle and Lindsay arrived early Friday afternoon and found a nice spot by a small stream to set up their small cabin tent. They joined Dave walking around a series of exhibits with religious displays, pictures and literature handed out by gurus who seemed tuned into ultimate truth on a higher spiritual plane. Most members of the order were dressed in normal casual wear, although some were decked out in saffron robes and gold-colored necklaces and amulets. There were some decent flute players and tambourine shakers, but nothing to attract agents looking for the next Springsteen. The tour led into the impressive house, where Dave introduced Lindsay and Kyle to its owners, a pleasant middle-aged couple who had serene smiles painted on their faces, and then to another of his friends, Paul, who he had known from college. Paul was rather quiet, not contributing much to the conversation. Already converted, perhaps? They all attended a lecture by one of the high preachers of the order, whose resonate voice and elaborate hand gestures failed to draw Kyle into appreciation of the doctrine being espoused. Instead, his eyes rolled and wandered around the large room serving as lecture hall, taking in its exposed beams, drapes, overstuffed leather chairs and sofas and sculpted walnut tables. The magnificence was cheapened, he mused, by rows of cheap metal chairs squeezed in to accommodate the audience. More propaganda talks followed an evening barbecue on the stone patio. Kyle tried but failed to understand the attraction this sect had for Dave. His friend had enjoyed a rather wild and libertine lifestyle in college – lots of booze and women. Perhaps Dave was looking for more in life as he got older, or maybe just for “more” from an attractive blonde adherent of the order who had introduced him to it. Anyway, by the time the evening schedule had been completed, Kyle was thinking he had made a serious mistake in accepting this invitation and was wasting a weekend. He expressed that foreboding to Lindsay and silent Paul around a campfire singalong featuring religious themes in Persian folk music. As Dave mouthed verses in harmony with the faithful, Paul revealed he was not a convert, admitting he had similar reservations about the doctrine, but added that he questioned most other doctrines as well. He was just taking in the atmosphere, he said. Lindsay nodded. “Look upon it as an introduction into a different culture,” she said. “Talk to a few people of the different persuasion. You may not convert, but you might learn a few things and have an interesting experience.” Kyle's tall, dark haired, shapely girlfriend with the deep brown eyes was an open-minded sort, and he had learned a lot from her, both intellectual and sensual. Paul was also looking at Lindsay with a serious expression, appraising her words, or maybe appraising her. Soon, even the open-minded had enough, and they returned to the camping area. Night had set in, and Kyle held a light while Paul set up his small dome tent a short distance away, then started a fire. The three of them sat around it for a while. As earlier, Paul was not a great conversationalist, although when he did say something, it was interesting. He had been deployed with the armed forces in the Middle East, and been involved in some traumatic situations, which he was reluctant to go into detail on. Now discharged, he was readjusting to civilian life, trying to figure out what to do, he told them. Lindsay looked sympathetic Not too far away was a large cabin tent. Three males and a female of college age were milling about, throwing wood into a ring for a campfire. The girl was good looking, medium length blonde hair, blue eyes, nice body which showed off well in shorts and tight blouse. She seemed high spirited, and from what Kyle could hear, had a vocabulary that did not seem in line with staid religious doctrine. Next morning, Kyle and Lindsay invited Paul to ride with them to a nearby cafe for breakfast. They were in a booth when a young woman approached and asked if she could join them. Kyle recognized her as the one at the neighboring tent. She sat down on Paul's side. “I saw you out at the mansion,” she stated. “Thought we should get acquainted. I'm Joy.” After full introductions were completed, Kyle warned Joy, “We're just visiting here at the invitation of a friend. We're apostates, except maybe for Lindsay, who hasn't decided yet if this particular god is dead, or only has a bad flu.” Joy smiled. “I kind of figured that. You guys didn't look to me like you were chanting or going hallelujah at those boring talks last night.” “So you're not one of the faithful either,” Kyle said, returning the smile. “No, in fact I'm really bummed,” she said. “One of my classmates at State invited me. He said he and two other guys were going to a group camp-out, and they really wanted me to join them. He was so intense, I thought it was gonna be a love-in or something.” Lindsay snickered. “Bunking in a tent with three guys – that could sound like an invitation to something other than a religious revival.” “Yeah, I thought I might have difficulty walking by the time I got back, but all they've been doing is trying to save my soul. They have their noses in the scriptures rather than around my pussy. I can't interest any of them in taking a sniff.” Kyle felt a stirring in his groin. “What is wrong with the male congregation around here,” he asked rhetorically. “Well, maybe you'll just have to convert.” “No way. I can't get interested. I like to fuck too much.” Joy said it with a smile, but also as a simple statement of fact, no humor intended. “If anything, I'm going to convert some of the guys around here to my philosophy – sex is a higher calling than any religion; fucking is the closest we're ever going to get to divine love.” Kyle's eyes bugged out, as he smiled broadly at this girl's candor, also feeling more of a stir between his legs. Through the corner of his eye he saw Lindsay put a hand to her mouth, her eyes wrinkling in amusement. Paul's expression was placid, with no noticeable change. He took a drink of his coffee. The conversation continued; the subject matter just as provocative. Joy was voluble and animated, talking about places she had been and guys she had been there with. One detailed account was of a sailing trip with a boyfriend, during which she had sex with the captain and one of the crew as well. Kyle was curious if this nymph was really hot to trot or just all talk. It would be a shame not to find out, he decided, as she looked delicious. He and Lindsay had an “open” relationship. In the three years they had been living together, they had not gone actively looking for new people to spice things up but did take the bait a couple of times when someone cast a line in their direction. Nor did either of them try to dissuade the other from netting an interesting catch. Back at camp, as they prepared to endure the day's spiritual propaganda, Kyle told Lindsay of his attraction to Joy. “I got that vibe from you,” Lindsay said, taking his arm. “But maybe you should check with Paul before you start out hunting. He's here all alone, and my intuition tells me the poor guy is lonely. He might be able to use a pick-me-up, and after all you already have such recourse if you need it.” She batted her eyes. She was right, although Kyle really preferred to seek his own enlightenment with Joy and did not feel overly altruistic when he went to Paul's tent, just mentioning offhand that the girl might be a nice choice to brighten up the weekend. Fortunately, Paul was not greatly interested in Joy. “She came on to me at the restaurant when you went to pay the bill, and I told her I'd think about it, but frankly, she's like the B-girls around the base, not out for anything more than money and a stiff dick. Nothing against sex, but I'm trying to find a woman with more than just hormones – one with some depth and substance.” Kyle reported that conversation to Lindsay. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then said lightly, “Go ahead and try to scratch your itch. I'm cool to hang with Dave and Paul at today's agenda.” They walked over to the proceedings. Kyle told Lindsay he was going to scout around “for something interesting,” and she smiled knowingly. He soon spotted Joy at a lecture. Her companions, the three guys, were listening attentively to the speaker. Joy looked completely bored. He walked over and took an empty chair next to her. “I've been thinking about what you said during breakfast about your philosophical convictions. If you're bored, maybe we can find something more stimulating around here,” he whispered, with a suggestive smile. “I think we should,” she responded with a coy look, and rising from her chair, told her friends, “I'm going with this potential convert to see if I can develop his inspiration into something solid.” They looked a little confused but smiled their blessing and uttered some Persian phrase for “see you later,” before renewing their concentration on the lecture. “It may be a challenge converting those guys to your ecclesiastical views,” Kyle said, as they walked away. “Lost cause,” Joy agreed. “But this weekend may turn out good after all. I may not get three guys at once to play with, but maybe it's not a total loss. So, tell me, what do you have in mind and where do you want to do it?” she asked with a grin, taking my arm. “I think you should take the lead in this endeavor. I'm open to any guidance. As for location, we could strip to our souls and start in my tent near the stream of living water.” “Oh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it,” she responded, skipping a little, her loose blouse bouncing a little in the strategic location. We picked up our pace. “I guess your friends Paul and Lindsay aren't joining in,” she said, sounding a little disappointed. “No, they're still reviewing that rival theology, but gave their blessing to our endeavor.” “Does Lindsay fuck both you guys?” A direct question, for sure. “No. She and I live together. Actually, we just met Paul yesterday.” “I was hoping he might join in too. I get excited in a crowd, and you guys both look like studs. But you'll do by yourself if you can keep up the energy. Guys say I'm very demanding.” “I'll do my best for you, Joy.” Do my best to enjoy Joy, Kyle thought, an erection well under way. They reached the tent. Kyle unzipped the door, and they went in. Fortunately, it was shaded by a large oak, so not too hot inside. There was no need for preliminaries. Joy quickly pulled her blouse over her head, her well-formed braless boobs jiggling a little, and slid down her shorts and panties. She had a nicely sculpted bush, Kyle noticed. He took off his own t-shirt, at the same time she pulled down his lined shorts. His dick was already semi-hard from anticipation. “Let's pump it up a little,"Joy said, taking hold of it, and giving a few yanks. It quickly responded. She sank to her knees before it, and he had an impression of a high priestess worshiping a phallic image. "I love these things,” she said, licking up and down it enthusiastically. “It appears you've studied the liturgy. How many such icons have you had?” Kyle asked. ‘Oh, I don't know. I lost count. Maybe over a hundred by now. I just turned 19. I've been fucking for a while. Really picked up speed my freshman year. It would probably be advisable to wear a condom, Kyle thought. Joy enthusiastically sucked his cock. He was enjoying it, but slowed her down so he did not lose control. He thought about returning the oral favor but was hesitant, thinking about what might have been left by some of those hundred-plus cocks that been in there before him. She solved the dilemma, coming off him and lying down on the sleeping bags, spreading her legs widely. “Come into me, Kyle. I need a good, hard fucking from a big dick.” He quickly complied, dropping between her legs and poising his erection at her entrance. He was about to stick it in before remembering the condom, quickly retrieving his wallet and taking out the little package. He tore it open. “Oh, let me. I like doing this,” Joy said, taking the little vinyl ring from him, and rolling it down his stiff cock. “Now, come in.” He inserted the tip in. There was very little resistance, and he pushed a little deeper, quickly sliding all the way in, pubes meshing against pubes, and started thrusting. Joy had her eyes wide open and was encouraging him with cries like “good fucking cock, deeper, stop there, go round and round, kiss the sides.” Kyle remembered her saying she had received complaints that she was demanding. “Wait a minute. Let's change positions,” she said. She rose and told him to lie on his back. He did and she straddled him, taking his dick in hand and guiding it back into her. She rode him vigorously for a minute or so, then dropped her torso for some boobs-to-boobs contact between their chests. Her boobs were firm the nipples at attention, he noted happily, as she began twerking with her butt, controlling the rhythm of the fuck, her vagina almost expelling his dick, then reclaiming it with vigor. Damn, but the girl is enthusiastic, Kyle thought. A short while later Joy directed another change, coming off him and assuming the position for doggie style. He entered her again. She dropped her head so one cheek was lying on the sleeping bags, her butt high as Kyle thrust in and out. “Oh, yes, this is my favorite – your dick is just the right size, shape and length for this,” she said. “Fuck me. Harder.” He did so for several minutes more. She urged him to slow down or speed up occasionally, but for the most part just made happy little moaning sounds. Kyle lost track of how long they fucked, going into a sort of mechanical zen state of pleasure. Joy brought him out of it eventually when she began making grunting sounds mixed in with dirty talk. “Hear that dick sliding in and out, hear the sounds it's making, like spitting and slurping. Now it's like a suction cup. Hear your thighs bounding off my ass, or is that your big ball sack bouncing around between your legs, slapping me just below my cunt as you come in. Oh, that dick is so big and powerful. It's one of the best I've ever had. I wish I could take it home. It's better than any dildo.” All that talk had the predictable effect. “I'm going to cum,” Kyle announced, and he did with a loud grunt or two. “Keep going, you fuck! Keep going. I'm almost there,” Joy yelled. He valiantly complied, willing himself to stay hard, and she screamed so loud he was sure it could be heard at the mansion house and the cops would be called to investigate. He slowed his pace as her screams died down, finally ceasing. He remained inside her for another minute or so, then leaned back, his dick popping out with a final suctioning sound, and collapsed on his back next to her. She dropped down on her stomach, her face turned to the side, smiling at him. She. was soaked in sweat, as was he. “You are one good fucking man,” she said. “That was better by far than my three friends could have done if they took turns on the best day of their lives. I'm rating your dick in my top ten.” “Thanks,” Kyle said. “You were good too. Your experience shows.” They lay there a while, recovering energy. Finally, Kyle took off his condom and tied it against spillage, putting it in the trash. He opened the tent flap and peered out. Seeing no one around, he suggested they take a dip in the brook to wash off the sweat. Gathering their clothes, they picked a location on the stream bank shielded by bushes in case anyone should come walking that way, entered the water and splashed around. Joy took his now flaccid cock and scrubbed it with her cupped hand. Sitting on the grass in the sun, drying off, Joy rattled on about how great a fuck it was and how good Kyle's dick was, then began reminiscing about guys she had fucked, in what positions, with details about the sizes and shapes of their cocks and how long they went. “The largest dick I've had was a foot long, but it wasn't as good as a fat eight-incher belonging to one of my instructors. He gave me an A in the course even though I flunked most of the tests,” she said, laughing. “The smallest dick I've had was barely five inches, but it wasn't too much of a disappointment because it made contact with my G-spot.” It was only a little after noon, and Kyle wondered what to do now with this nymphomaniac, finally proposing they eat at the food court and take a drive somewhere, “maybe even into the city. There's a lot to see and do there – parks, art galleries, museums, …” “Let's do that,” Joy said excitedly. There's a museum I've wanted to see for some time.“ So she did have some interest in cultural things, not only fucking, he thought. They drove to the city, bucolic countryside giving way to strip malls and urbanization on increasingly busy roads. There was not much new conversation of a memorable nature, just more on the "fucktastic sex” they had just experienced, which jogged her memory anew on “sexsational times” with other lovers, exotic positions, almost getting “busted” by her parents, etc. Once she had fucked two cops in their patrol car so they would not write her up for reckless driving. Looking at her phone occasionally, she gave Kyle directions on how to get to the museum, which she did not name. “Saving it as a surprise,” she said. “It has a lot about my favorite subject.” So it was not a great surprise when they eventually arrived at the “Museum of Sex” in a rather tacky art deco building on a side street in a questionable neighborhood. Kyle paid the admission charge. They were given a guide to 15,000 items on display, including an antique vibrator, a dildo resembling Chiquita Banana and a Braille issue of Playboy Magazine. Also, several accessories used for “enhancing pleasure or pain.” A museum highlight was the “Erotic Carnival” – a sort of fun house entered through a design resembling giant pussie lips. Once inside, patrons could roll skee-balls into rings and pull at plastic penises that projected through a wall, which if done right earned tokens to feed into small viewing booths that featured “a curated selection of cinematic and music video compilations and experimental films.” The tokens were also good for “discounts” at a gift shop that sold the cinematic delights along with authentic replicas of historical erotic artworks and the other museum items on display. Joy did well in the carnival, and put serious contemplation into the gift shop, figuring how to use her discounts. At one point she grabbed Kyle and said her earlier fantasy was possible. She virtually begged him to give her a “Favorite Member Remembrance” item, promoted as a means to “renew the pleasure after the lover is only a fond memory.” But Kyle refused to stick his dick into a conveyance resembling a sausage grinder which would make a cast of his erection for use in manufacturing “a customized, one-of-a-kind dildo out of the finest latex.” “Who knows how many other dicks have been stuck into there, and what they might have been carrying,” he told her. “But they say they sterilize the mold after each cast,” Joy said. “Pick something else.” Joy settled for a novel “French Tickler” dildo and a video on the Kama Sutra. Since her discounts did not come close to covering the cost, Kyle paid for them as a present. Joy bubbled over, recounting the sex “museum” in detail on the drive back. She took Kyle's present out of the bag, pulled down her shorts and exercised herself with it, emitting appropriate vocals. “Oh, pull over there,” she said at a cleared area along the side of a rural road. He did so, figuring she had to pee. Instead, she reached inside his shorts and began fondling him. “I want to play with the real thing again,” she said. Kyle was no longer feeling sexual need, but still, when an attractive young blonde massages you, it is difficult to be apathetic, and he soon expanded. Joy extricated it from his shorts, and went down on him, slurping with abandon as she used her free hand to continue manipulating his present inside her. She was good, and in a few minutes he lost it. She took in what he had to give, gulping and swallowing, then licking him clean. Back at the religious camp meeting, Joy was so happy with how her day had gone that she insisted on taking Kyle into the tent for another round of passion. Stripping and lying down, she resumed putting Kyle's gift to work immediately, plunging it in and out to warm herself up, directing Kyle to “hurry up.” He was actually feeling sated by this point, but she was so insistent that he disrobed, managed to get it up again, with some vigorous ministrations from Joy, and donned a condom. He exercised her missionary style for a while, but she wanted it doggie and then to ride him. As earlier, Joy was very enthusiastic, overusing her vaginal muscles, which pained him so that Kyle had to urge her to lighten up. He managed to get her off rather quickly by furiously manipulating her clit as she rapidly bounced on him, and as Joy's screams faded he managed his own orgasm. It was his third time, in only five or six hours, and he had never been so glad to stop sex. There had been just too much of a good thing this day – in person and vicariously, with extensive commentary by Joy the entire time. For the first time, he truly realized the significance of the words “insatiable” and “superfluous.” There was some rare silence as Joy came down from her sexual high, during which they could hear a man and a woman vocalizing nearby – grunts and moans – and vinyl material being thrashed. Could it be the walls of Paul's small tent nearby? Kyle heard Lindsay's voice cry out, “Wonderful, just like that, oh so good,” and a low male voice respond with something inarticulate. There were further exclamations and sounds of abused tent fabric. “So, you guys only just met Paul,” Joy said. “Sounds like Lindsay is getting to know him fast.” She lifted a leg and rose off of Kyle, plumping down alongside him. He saw that his dick had shrunk rapidly and took the condom off before it fell of its own accord. He tied it, but there was not much content, which Joy noticed. “You were no flow this time.” she said. “Want to do it once more? Those sounds next door are getting me stoked again.” “I'm not in the mood,” Kyle said, feeling panic at the thought of another exercise with the insatiable Joy, and also a little unnerved at what was apparently going on in the adjacent tent. He had not expected Lindsay and silent Paul to get the hots for one another. “Let's get dressed. I'll help you find your friends,” he told Joy. She seemed reluctant, and to be actually enjoying the close vocalizations, but complied. As they exited the tent, it was evident that Paul's shelter was indeed vibrating from movement inside. Lindsay cried out her enjoyment again. No one was at the tent occupied by Joy's friends, and she did not want to stay there by herself, so Kyle walked with her toward the main house. Before they were out of sight, he looked over at Paul's tent and could see the fabric continuing to move. They found Joy's friends at a lecture. Kyle gave her a little hug, saying it had been an interesting day, and wished her well. She threw her arms around him, and kissed with tongue while grinding up against him. The lecturer paused momentarily, probably in shock at the non-theological sight, Kyle thought. He left the house and seeing his friend Dave, walked over to the patio. Dave was alone, chanting some religious litany from a book, pausing when he noticed Kyle. “I didn't see you around much today,” he said. “Yeah, I got involved in activities with another guest.” Dave smiled. “I did see you with a guest, so I think I know who you mean. Well there's all sort of enlightenment. I hope yours was edifying, or at least enjoyable.” “Definitely a lot of Joy,” Kyle responded. “Lindsay and Paul came to a lot of our events,” Dave said. “They seemed to be getting more into it.” “Yes, Paul is especially into it at present,” Kyle acknowledged, dryly. “Lindsay getting it too.” The innuendos had not escaped Dave. “So you scored,” he said. “And if I'm reading you right, Paul did too. But with Lindsay? How does that sit with you?” “I'm not happy about it, but it's okay with me as long as it's okay with her,” Kyle shrugged. “I haven't talked with her about it yet.” “Well, if the conversation doesn't work out well and you need to talk, I'm around. My new faith has guidance in these situations, to go along with my own wisdom,” he said with a grin. Kyle walked back to the camping area, noticing that Paul's tent was no longer in motion. He went into his own shelter. Lindsay was there, sitting on the bedrolls. Her brow was sweaty, her hair disheveled and knotted. She was running a comb and brush through it. “Hi,” he said. “Hi,” she answered Silence reigned. “There's a bath house with showers over by the pool,” Kyle said, taking a towel and kit with soap and shampoo from his pack, along with new shorts and t-shirt. “I'm going over there.” “I'll go with you,” Lindsay said, rummaging through her pack for similar items. Conversation was muted as they walked toward the showers. Lindsay finally ventured into it. “Did you have a good time with Joy?” “It was interesting but overkill. It sounded to me like you and Paul were enjoying yourselves too.” “Yes, Paul is really sweet. And he needed a boost.” After a brief pause. “I'm going to see him again. We made tentative plans for next weekend.” “Oh?” “It doesn't bother you, right?” He shrugged. “You let me explore my curiosity, and I've never got in your way. We practice what we preach. If that's what you want, you should go and have a good time.” “How about Joy? Will you see her again?” “No, she has sex on the brain, with little else there. And my body can take only so much.” “I thought she might be a little too focused and energetic for you. So, you are not overjoyed with Joy.” Lindsay smiled and took Kyle's arm as they walked. “Actually, to mix metaphors and innuendos, I am not overjoyed about Paul, but am 'over Joy,' in both present and future tenses.” Lindsay smiled, squeezing his arm. “I wouldn't have thought that, judging by all the noise coming from the tent as Paul and I came back from the afternoon events.” “Too much noise. I like sexy women, but want one with more depth and sophistication, like the one I'm with now.” “Funny, that's almost exactly what Paul said to me as we listened to you and Joy. I kissed him, and he responded, and asked me into his tent.” Lindsay paused a moment before adding, “Deep people sort of turn me on too.” They walked in silence for a little while, before she said, “Wow, I might be pretty busy for a while, juggling you two deep guys around.” “I can take being juggled,” Kyle said. “It worries me more that sometimes the objects being juggled get dropped.” “I'll try to concentrate on my juggling, and keep a good grip on things,” Lindsay said, putting her head on Kyle's shoulder. As his girlfriend had predicted earlier, by being open to cultural nuances and meeting new people he had learned a few things and had an interesting experience. He wondered how it would all play out in the future. By Loveangames69 for Literotica

Passion at the Camp Meeting - The Joy of Nymphomania. The revelation of Koinonia. (erotic coupling) By Loveangames69.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was an impressive country estate, twenty-some acres with an expansive board fence around much of it to keep the horses in. A long gravel driveway led through woods and pasture to a large stone house with vaulted ceilings and exposed wooden beams that could be the set for a BBC drama. Instead, it was the center of a religious camp meeting, and impressed as Kyle was by the setting, he was asking himself what the hell he was doing there. Dave, a friend, had recently become absorbed with an obscure middle eastern religion that apparently had adherents in high places, and they had opened their estate to missionary efforts designed to increase the numbers of the faithful. Doing his bit for the cause, Dave had invited several friends, including Kyle and his girlfriend Lindsay to a weekend of camping, music, social interaction, barbecue and hours of boring religious indoctrination. [[MORE]] Kyle and Lindsay arrived early Friday afternoon and found a nice spot by a small stream to set up their small cabin tent. They joined Dave walking around a series of exhibits with religious displays, pictures and literature handed out by gurus who seemed tuned into ultimate truth on a higher spiritual plane. Most members of the order were dressed in normal casual wear, although some were decked out in saffron robes and gold-colored necklaces and amulets. There were some decent flute players and tambourine shakers, but nothing to attract agents looking for the next Springsteen. The tour led into the impressive house, where Dave introduced Lindsay and Kyle to its owners, a pleasant middle-aged couple who had serene smiles painted on their faces, and then to another of his friends, Paul, who he had known from college. Paul was rather quiet, not contributing much to the conversation. Already converted, perhaps? They all attended a lecture by one of the high preachers of the order, whose resonate voice and elaborate hand gestures failed to draw Kyle into appreciation of the doctrine being espoused. Instead, his eyes rolled and wandered around the large room serving as lecture hall, taking in its exposed beams, drapes, overstuffed leather chairs and sofas and sculpted walnut tables. The magnificence was cheapened, he mused, by rows of cheap metal chairs squeezed in to accommodate the audience. More propaganda talks followed an evening barbecue on the stone patio. Kyle tried but failed to understand the attraction this sect had for Dave. His friend had enjoyed a rather wild and libertine lifestyle in college – lots of booze and women. Perhaps Dave was looking for more in life as he got older, or maybe just for “more” from an attractive blonde adherent of the order who had introduced him to it. Anyway, by the time the evening schedule had been completed, Kyle was thinking he had made a serious mistake in accepting this invitation and was wasting a weekend. He expressed that foreboding to Lindsay and silent Paul around a campfire singalong featuring religious themes in Persian folk music. As Dave mouthed verses in harmony with the faithful, Paul revealed he was not a convert, admitting he had similar reservations about the doctrine, but added that he questioned most other doctrines as well. He was just taking in the atmosphere, he said. Lindsay nodded. “Look upon it as an introduction into a different culture,” she said. “Talk to a few people of the different persuasion. You may not convert, but you might learn a few things and have an interesting experience.” Kyle's tall, dark haired, shapely girlfriend with the deep brown eyes was an open-minded sort, and he had learned a lot from her, both intellectual and sensual. Paul was also looking at Lindsay with a serious expression, appraising her words, or maybe appraising her. Soon, even the open-minded had enough, and they returned to the camping area. Night had set in, and Kyle held a light while Paul set up his small dome tent a short distance away, then started a fire. The three of them sat around it for a while. As earlier, Paul was not a great conversationalist, although when he did say something, it was interesting. He had been deployed with the armed forces in the Middle East, and been involved in some traumatic situations, which he was reluctant to go into detail on. Now discharged, he was readjusting to civilian life, trying to figure out what to do, he told them. Lindsay looked sympathetic Not too far away was a large cabin tent. Three males and a female of college age were milling about, throwing wood into a ring for a campfire. The girl was good looking, medium length blonde hair, blue eyes, nice body which showed off well in shorts and tight blouse. She seemed high spirited, and from what Kyle could hear, had a vocabulary that did not seem in line with staid religious doctrine. Next morning, Kyle and Lindsay invited Paul to ride with them to a nearby cafe for breakfast. They were in a booth when a young woman approached and asked if she could join them. Kyle recognized her as the one at the neighboring tent. She sat down on Paul's side. “I saw you out at the mansion,” she stated. “Thought we should get acquainted. I'm Joy.” After full introductions were completed, Kyle warned Joy, “We're just visiting here at the invitation of a friend. We're apostates, except maybe for Lindsay, who hasn't decided yet if this particular god is dead, or only has a bad flu.” Joy smiled. “I kind of figured that. You guys didn't look to me like you were chanting or going hallelujah at those boring talks last night.” “So you're not one of the faithful either,” Kyle said, returning the smile. “No, in fact I'm really bummed,” she said. “One of my classmates at State invited me. He said he and two other guys were going to a group camp-out, and they really wanted me to join them. He was so intense, I thought it was gonna be a love-in or something.” Lindsay snickered. “Bunking in a tent with three guys – that could sound like an invitation to something other than a religious revival.” “Yeah, I thought I might have difficulty walking by the time I got back, but all they've been doing is trying to save my soul. They have their noses in the scriptures rather than around my pussy. I can't interest any of them in taking a sniff.” Kyle felt a stirring in his groin. “What is wrong with the male congregation around here,” he asked rhetorically. “Well, maybe you'll just have to convert.” “No way. I can't get interested. I like to fuck too much.” Joy said it with a smile, but also as a simple statement of fact, no humor intended. “If anything, I'm going to convert some of the guys around here to my philosophy – sex is a higher calling than any religion; fucking is the closest we're ever going to get to divine love.” Kyle's eyes bugged out, as he smiled broadly at this girl's candor, also feeling more of a stir between his legs. Through the corner of his eye he saw Lindsay put a hand to her mouth, her eyes wrinkling in amusement. Paul's expression was placid, with no noticeable change. He took a drink of his coffee. The conversation continued; the subject matter just as provocative. Joy was voluble and animated, talking about places she had been and guys she had been there with. One detailed account was of a sailing trip with a boyfriend, during which she had sex with the captain and one of the crew as well. Kyle was curious if this nymph was really hot to trot or just all talk. It would be a shame not to find out, he decided, as she looked delicious. He and Lindsay had an “open” relationship. In the three years they had been living together, they had not gone actively looking for new people to spice things up but did take the bait a couple of times when someone cast a line in their direction. Nor did either of them try to dissuade the other from netting an interesting catch. Back at camp, as they prepared to endure the day's spiritual propaganda, Kyle told Lindsay of his attraction to Joy. “I got that vibe from you,” Lindsay said, taking his arm. “But maybe you should check with Paul before you start out hunting. He's here all alone, and my intuition tells me the poor guy is lonely. He might be able to use a pick-me-up, and after all you already have such recourse if you need it.” She batted her eyes. She was right, although Kyle really preferred to seek his own enlightenment with Joy and did not feel overly altruistic when he went to Paul's tent, just mentioning offhand that the girl might be a nice choice to brighten up the weekend. Fortunately, Paul was not greatly interested in Joy. “She came on to me at the restaurant when you went to pay the bill, and I told her I'd think about it, but frankly, she's like the B-girls around the base, not out for anything more than money and a stiff dick. Nothing against sex, but I'm trying to find a woman with more than just hormones – one with some depth and substance.” Kyle reported that conversation to Lindsay. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then said lightly, “Go ahead and try to scratch your itch. I'm cool to hang with Dave and Paul at today's agenda.” They walked over to the proceedings. Kyle told Lindsay he was going to scout around “for something interesting,” and she smiled knowingly. He soon spotted Joy at a lecture. Her companions, the three guys, were listening attentively to the speaker. Joy looked completely bored. He walked over and took an empty chair next to her. “I've been thinking about what you said during breakfast about your philosophical convictions. If you're bored, maybe we can find something more stimulating around here,” he whispered, with a suggestive smile. “I think we should,” she responded with a coy look, and rising from her chair, told her friends, “I'm going with this potential convert to see if I can develop his inspiration into something solid.” They looked a little confused but smiled their blessing and uttered some Persian phrase for “see you later,” before renewing their concentration on the lecture. “It may be a challenge converting those guys to your ecclesiastical views,” Kyle said, as they walked away. “Lost cause,” Joy agreed. “But this weekend may turn out good after all. I may not get three guys at once to play with, but maybe it's not a total loss. So, tell me, what do you have in mind and where do you want to do it?” she asked with a grin, taking my arm. “I think you should take the lead in this endeavor. I'm open to any guidance. As for location, we could strip to our souls and start in my tent near the stream of living water.” “Oh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it,” she responded, skipping a little, her loose blouse bouncing a little in the strategic location. We picked up our pace. “I guess your friends Paul and Lindsay aren't joining in,” she said, sounding a little disappointed. “No, they're still reviewing that rival theology, but gave their blessing to our endeavor.” “Does Lindsay fuck both you guys?” A direct question, for sure. “No. She and I live together. Actually, we just met Paul yesterday.” “I was hoping he might join in too. I get excited in a crowd, and you guys both look like studs. But you'll do by yourself if you can keep up the energy. Guys say I'm very demanding.” “I'll do my best for you, Joy.” Do my best to enjoy Joy, Kyle thought, an erection well under way. They reached the tent. Kyle unzipped the door, and they went in. Fortunately, it was shaded by a large oak, so not too hot inside. There was no need for preliminaries. Joy quickly pulled her blouse over her head, her well-formed braless boobs jiggling a little, and slid down her shorts and panties. She had a nicely sculpted bush, Kyle noticed. He took off his own t-shirt, at the same time she pulled down his lined shorts. His dick was already semi-hard from anticipation. “Let's pump it up a little,"Joy said, taking hold of it, and giving a few yanks. It quickly responded. She sank to her knees before it, and he had an impression of a high priestess worshiping a phallic image. "I love these things,” she said, licking up and down it enthusiastically. “It appears you've studied the liturgy. How many such icons have you had?” Kyle asked. ‘Oh, I don't know. I lost count. Maybe over a hundred by now. I just turned 19. I've been fucking for a while. Really picked up speed my freshman year. It would probably be advisable to wear a condom, Kyle thought. Joy enthusiastically sucked his cock. He was enjoying it, but slowed her down so he did not lose control. He thought about returning the oral favor but was hesitant, thinking about what might have been left by some of those hundred-plus cocks that been in there before him. She solved the dilemma, coming off him and lying down on the sleeping bags, spreading her legs widely. “Come into me, Kyle. I need a good, hard fucking from a big dick.” He quickly complied, dropping between her legs and poising his erection at her entrance. He was about to stick it in before remembering the condom, quickly retrieving his wallet and taking out the little package. He tore it open. “Oh, let me. I like doing this,” Joy said, taking the little vinyl ring from him, and rolling it down his stiff cock. “Now, come in.” He inserted the tip in. There was very little resistance, and he pushed a little deeper, quickly sliding all the way in, pubes meshing against pubes, and started thrusting. Joy had her eyes wide open and was encouraging him with cries like “good fucking cock, deeper, stop there, go round and round, kiss the sides.” Kyle remembered her saying she had received complaints that she was demanding. “Wait a minute. Let's change positions,” she said. She rose and told him to lie on his back. He did and she straddled him, taking his dick in hand and guiding it back into her. She rode him vigorously for a minute or so, then dropped her torso for some boobs-to-boobs contact between their chests. Her boobs were firm the nipples at attention, he noted happily, as she began twerking with her butt, controlling the rhythm of the fuck, her vagina almost expelling his dick, then reclaiming it with vigor. Damn, but the girl is enthusiastic, Kyle thought. A short while later Joy directed another change, coming off him and assuming the position for doggie style. He entered her again. She dropped her head so one cheek was lying on the sleeping bags, her butt high as Kyle thrust in and out. “Oh, yes, this is my favorite – your dick is just the right size, shape and length for this,” she said. “Fuck me. Harder.” He did so for several minutes more. She urged him to slow down or speed up occasionally, but for the most part just made happy little moaning sounds. Kyle lost track of how long they fucked, going into a sort of mechanical zen state of pleasure. Joy brought him out of it eventually when she began making grunting sounds mixed in with dirty talk. “Hear that dick sliding in and out, hear the sounds it's making, like spitting and slurping. Now it's like a suction cup. Hear your thighs bounding off my ass, or is that your big ball sack bouncing around between your legs, slapping me just below my cunt as you come in. Oh, that dick is so big and powerful. It's one of the best I've ever had. I wish I could take it home. It's better than any dildo.” All that talk had the predictable effect. “I'm going to cum,” Kyle announced, and he did with a loud grunt or two. “Keep going, you fuck! Keep going. I'm almost there,” Joy yelled. He valiantly complied, willing himself to stay hard, and she screamed so loud he was sure it could be heard at the mansion house and the cops would be called to investigate. He slowed his pace as her screams died down, finally ceasing. He remained inside her for another minute or so, then leaned back, his dick popping out with a final suctioning sound, and collapsed on his back next to her. She dropped down on her stomach, her face turned to the side, smiling at him. She. was soaked in sweat, as was he. “You are one good fucking man,” she said. “That was better by far than my three friends could have done if they took turns on the best day of their lives. I'm rating your dick in my top ten.” “Thanks,” Kyle said. “You were good too. Your experience shows.” They lay there a while, recovering energy. Finally, Kyle took off his condom and tied it against spillage, putting it in the trash. He opened the tent flap and peered out. Seeing no one around, he suggested they take a dip in the brook to wash off the sweat. Gathering their clothes, they picked a location on the stream bank shielded by bushes in case anyone should come walking that way, entered the water and splashed around. Joy took his now flaccid cock and scrubbed it with her cupped hand. Sitting on the grass in the sun, drying off, Joy rattled on about how great a fuck it was and how good Kyle's dick was, then began reminiscing about guys she had fucked, in what positions, with details about the sizes and shapes of their cocks and how long they went. “The largest dick I've had was a foot long, but it wasn't as good as a fat eight-incher belonging to one of my instructors. He gave me an A in the course even though I flunked most of the tests,” she said, laughing. “The smallest dick I've had was barely five inches, but it wasn't too much of a disappointment because it made contact with my G-spot.” It was only a little after noon, and Kyle wondered what to do now with this nymphomaniac, finally proposing they eat at the food court and take a drive somewhere, “maybe even into the city. There's a lot to see and do there – parks, art galleries, museums, …” “Let's do that,” Joy said excitedly. There's a museum I've wanted to see for some time.“ So she did have some interest in cultural things, not only fucking, he thought. They drove to the city, bucolic countryside giving way to strip malls and urbanization on increasingly busy roads. There was not much new conversation of a memorable nature, just more on the "fucktastic sex” they had just experienced, which jogged her memory anew on “sexsational times” with other lovers, exotic positions, almost getting “busted” by her parents, etc. Once she had fucked two cops in their patrol car so they would not write her up for reckless driving. Looking at her phone occasionally, she gave Kyle directions on how to get to the museum, which she did not name. “Saving it as a surprise,” she said. “It has a lot about my favorite subject.” So it was not a great surprise when they eventually arrived at the “Museum of Sex” in a rather tacky art deco building on a side street in a questionable neighborhood. Kyle paid the admission charge. They were given a guide to 15,000 items on display, including an antique vibrator, a dildo resembling Chiquita Banana and a Braille issue of Playboy Magazine. Also, several accessories used for “enhancing pleasure or pain.” A museum highlight was the “Erotic Carnival” – a sort of fun house entered through a design resembling giant pussie lips. Once inside, patrons could roll skee-balls into rings and pull at plastic penises that projected through a wall, which if done right earned tokens to feed into small viewing booths that featured “a curated selection of cinematic and music video compilations and experimental films.” The tokens were also good for “discounts” at a gift shop that sold the cinematic delights along with authentic replicas of historical erotic artworks and the other museum items on display. Joy did well in the carnival, and put serious contemplation into the gift shop, figuring how to use her discounts. At one point she grabbed Kyle and said her earlier fantasy was possible. She virtually begged him to give her a “Favorite Member Remembrance” item, promoted as a means to “renew the pleasure after the lover is only a fond memory.” But Kyle refused to stick his dick into a conveyance resembling a sausage grinder which would make a cast of his erection for use in manufacturing “a customized, one-of-a-kind dildo out of the finest latex.” “Who knows how many other dicks have been stuck into there, and what they might have been carrying,” he told her. “But they say they sterilize the mold after each cast,” Joy said. “Pick something else.” Joy settled for a novel “French Tickler” dildo and a video on the Kama Sutra. Since her discounts did not come close to covering the cost, Kyle paid for them as a present. Joy bubbled over, recounting the sex “museum” in detail on the drive back. She took Kyle's present out of the bag, pulled down her shorts and exercised herself with it, emitting appropriate vocals. “Oh, pull over there,” she said at a cleared area along the side of a rural road. He did so, figuring she had to pee. Instead, she reached inside his shorts and began fondling him. “I want to play with the real thing again,” she said. Kyle was no longer feeling sexual need, but still, when an attractive young blonde massages you, it is difficult to be apathetic, and he soon expanded. Joy extricated it from his shorts, and went down on him, slurping with abandon as she used her free hand to continue manipulating his present inside her. She was good, and in a few minutes he lost it. She took in what he had to give, gulping and swallowing, then licking him clean. Back at the religious camp meeting, Joy was so happy with how her day had gone that she insisted on taking Kyle into the tent for another round of passion. Stripping and lying down, she resumed putting Kyle's gift to work immediately, plunging it in and out to warm herself up, directing Kyle to “hurry up.” He was actually feeling sated by this point, but she was so insistent that he disrobed, managed to get it up again, with some vigorous ministrations from Joy, and donned a condom. He exercised her missionary style for a while, but she wanted it doggie and then to ride him. As earlier, Joy was very enthusiastic, overusing her vaginal muscles, which pained him so that Kyle had to urge her to lighten up. He managed to get her off rather quickly by furiously manipulating her clit as she rapidly bounced on him, and as Joy's screams faded he managed his own orgasm. It was his third time, in only five or six hours, and he had never been so glad to stop sex. There had been just too much of a good thing this day – in person and vicariously, with extensive commentary by Joy the entire time. For the first time, he truly realized the significance of the words “insatiable” and “superfluous.” There was some rare silence as Joy came down from her sexual high, during which they could hear a man and a woman vocalizing nearby – grunts and moans – and vinyl material being thrashed. Could it be the walls of Paul's small tent nearby? Kyle heard Lindsay's voice cry out, “Wonderful, just like that, oh so good,” and a low male voice respond with something inarticulate. There were further exclamations and sounds of abused tent fabric. “So, you guys only just met Paul,” Joy said. “Sounds like Lindsay is getting to know him fast.” She lifted a leg and rose off of Kyle, plumping down alongside him. He saw that his dick had shrunk rapidly and took the condom off before it fell of its own accord. He tied it, but there was not much content, which Joy noticed. “You were no flow this time.” she said. “Want to do it once more? Those sounds next door are getting me stoked again.” “I'm not in the mood,” Kyle said, feeling panic at the thought of another exercise with the insatiable Joy, and also a little unnerved at what was apparently going on in the adjacent tent. He had not expected Lindsay and silent Paul to get the hots for one another. “Let's get dressed. I'll help you find your friends,” he told Joy. She seemed reluctant, and to be actually enjoying the close vocalizations, but complied. As they exited the tent, it was evident that Paul's shelter was indeed vibrating from movement inside. Lindsay cried out her enjoyment again. No one was at the tent occupied by Joy's friends, and she did not want to stay there by herself, so Kyle walked with her toward the main house. Before they were out of sight, he looked over at Paul's tent and could see the fabric continuing to move. They found Joy's friends at a lecture. Kyle gave her a little hug, saying it had been an interesting day, and wished her well. She threw her arms around him, and kissed with tongue while grinding up against him. The lecturer paused momentarily, probably in shock at the non-theological sight, Kyle thought. He left the house and seeing his friend Dave, walked over to the patio. Dave was alone, chanting some religious litany from a book, pausing when he noticed Kyle. “I didn't see you around much today,” he said. “Yeah, I got involved in activities with another guest.” Dave smiled. “I did see you with a guest, so I think I know who you mean. Well there's all sort of enlightenment. I hope yours was edifying, or at least enjoyable.” “Definitely a lot of Joy,” Kyle responded. “Lindsay and Paul came to a lot of our events,” Dave said. “They seemed to be getting more into it.” “Yes, Paul is especially into it at present,” Kyle acknowledged, dryly. “Lindsay getting it too.” The innuendos had not escaped Dave. “So you scored,” he said. “And if I'm reading you right, Paul did too. But with Lindsay? How does that sit with you?” “I'm not happy about it, but it's okay with me as long as it's okay with her,” Kyle shrugged. “I haven't talked with her about it yet.” “Well, if the conversation doesn't work out well and you need to talk, I'm around. My new faith has guidance in these situations, to go along with my own wisdom,” he said with a grin. Kyle walked back to the camping area, noticing that Paul's tent was no longer in motion. He went into his own shelter. Lindsay was there, sitting on the bedrolls. Her brow was sweaty, her hair disheveled and knotted. She was running a comb and brush through it. “Hi,” he said. “Hi,” she answered Silence reigned. “There's a bath house with showers over by the pool,” Kyle said, taking a towel and kit with soap and shampoo from his pack, along with new shorts and t-shirt. “I'm going over there.” “I'll go with you,” Lindsay said, rummaging through her pack for similar items. Conversation was muted as they walked toward the showers. Lindsay finally ventured into it. “Did you have a good time with Joy?” “It was interesting but overkill. It sounded to me like you and Paul were enjoying yourselves too.” “Yes, Paul is really sweet. And he needed a boost.” After a brief pause. “I'm going to see him again. We made tentative plans for next weekend.” “Oh?” “It doesn't bother you, right?” He shrugged. “You let me explore my curiosity, and I've never got in your way. We practice what we preach. If that's what you want, you should go and have a good time.” “How about Joy? Will you see her again?” “No, she has sex on the brain, with little else there. And my body can take only so much.” “I thought she might be a little too focused and energetic for you. So, you are not overjoyed with Joy.” Lindsay smiled and took Kyle's arm as they walked. “Actually, to mix metaphors and innuendos, I am not overjoyed about Paul, but am 'over Joy,' in both present and future tenses.” Lindsay smiled, squeezing his arm. “I wouldn't have thought that, judging by all the noise coming from the tent as Paul and I came back from the afternoon events.” “Too much noise. I like sexy women, but want one with more depth and sophistication, like the one I'm with now.” “Funny, that's almost exactly what Paul said to me as we listened to you and Joy. I kissed him, and he responded, and asked me into his tent.” Lindsay paused a moment before adding, “Deep people sort of turn me on too.” They walked in silence for a little while, before she said, “Wow, I might be pretty busy for a while, juggling you two deep guys around.” “I can take being juggled,” Kyle said. “It worries me more that sometimes the objects being juggled get dropped.” “I'll try to concentrate on my juggling, and keep a good grip on things,” Lindsay said, putting her head on Kyle's shoulder. As his girlfriend had predicted earlier, by being open to cultural nuances and meeting new people he had learned a few things and had an interesting experience. He wondered how it would all play out in the future. By Loveangames69 for Literotica

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“Hypersexuality is a term used for a presumed mental disorder that causes unwanted or excessive sexual arousal, causing people to engage in or think about sexual activity to a point of distress or impairment.[1] It is controversial whether it should be included as a clinical diagnosis[1][2] used by mental healthcare professionals. Nymphomania and satyriasis were terms previously used for the condition in women and men, respectively. Consistent with there not being any consensus over what causes hypersexuality,[15] authors have used many different labels to refer to it, sometimes interchangeably, but often depending on which theory they favor or which specific behavior they have studied or have done research on; related or obsolete terms include compulsive masturbation, compulsive sexual behavior,[16][17] cybersex addiction, erotomania, "excessive sexual drive",[18] hyperphilia,[19] hypersexuality,[20][21] hypersexual disorder,[22] problematic hypersexuality,[23] sexual addiction, sexual compulsivity,[24] sexual dependency,[14] sexual impulsivity,[25] "out of control sexual behavior",[26] and paraphilia-related disorder.[27][28][29].” -Wikipedia. “https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hush_money payments were normalized by the religiously narcissistic felons.” -Antonio Myers. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/antonio-myers4/support

For the full episode, please join us at patreon.com/imsopopular A four hour history of my entire sexual development + the contemporary world at large and all its ills + lars von trier's magnum opus NYMPHOMANIC (2013年). (S4.E21)

Enter at your own risk, Black Snake Moan is not for the faint of faith.

Dagens gæst er den ene halvdel af den kendte duo med Casper Christensen. OMG Tsunami, har I endelig skaffet Frank Hvam!! Og nej kære lytter, det har vi desværre ikke. Til gengæld har vi i dag besøg af en dame der har været en del af morgenfladen i 13 år. Lige indtil for nylig hvor hun blev smidt på gaden endnu en gang.Dagens gæst er tidligere ansat på Go´Morgen Danmark og filmentusiast, Ann Lind Andersen!I dag skal vi svine Go´Morgen Danmark til, vi skal finde ud af hvilke uddannelse det kræver at blive filmanmelder og så skal vi selvfølgelig ryge en masse bong..Tsunami lærte: - Ann Lind er slet ikke sur på Go' Morgen Danmark - Hun kan ikke huske, at hun har røget hash med Peebles på Sunday - Hun synes Rene Fredensborg er påtaget- Hun kan stadig lave hendes Nymphomania cumface - Hun ved utroligt lidt om "Min søsters børn"-filmene - Hun er rigGod fornøjelse, og husk at slukke din telefon. ________________________________________________________________Værter: Sebastian Peebles & Chano Jørgensen Producer: Sally Junker Larsen Gæst: Ann Lind Andersen Musik: Upright-Music

Quentin Jerome Tarantino (born March 27, 1963) is an American filmmaker, actor, film critic and author. His films are characterized by frequent references to popular culture and film history, nonlinear storylines, dark humor, stylized violence, extended dialogue, pervasive use of profanity, cameos and ensemble casts. Tarantino is also known for his choice of music in his films, including soundtracks that often use songs from the 1960s and 70s. This episode features 70 tracks curated by Tarantino and that he has used within his work. It was originally published as a playlist with a popular audio streaming provider (that shall remain unnamed) in July 2019. Lineup: Nancy Sinatra, Harry Nilsson, Isaac Hayes, Luis Bacalov, Rocky Roberts, Edda Dell'Orso, Dusty Springfield, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Kurt Russell, Samuel L. Jackson, Chuck Berry, Bernard Herrmann, Randy Crawford, The Tornadoes, Santa Esmeralda, T. Rex, Al Hirt, Charlie Feathers, Chris Isaak, The Statler Brothers, David Hess, The Delfonics, The Mavericks, Peggy Simms, George Baker Selection, Joe Tex, Soundgarden, Jerome Patrick Hoban, Johnny Cash, Ennio Morricone, Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich, The Lively Ones, Buddy Guy, HOTEI, ZZ Top, Dick Dale, Al Green, The Brothers Johnson, Meiko Kaji, Kim Circle, Malcolm McLaren, Roy Orbison, Alex Orbison, Chuck Turner, Elisa Toffoli, Ricky Nelson, Shivaree, The Soundtrack Singers, Ann O'Day, David Bowie, Smith, The Robins, Jim Croce, The Marketts, The White Stripes, Bill Withers, The Blasters, James Russo, The 5.6.7.8's, James Brown, 2Pac, Stealers Wheel, Lole Y Manuel, Bloodstone, Brother Dege, Nymphomania, Bobby Womack, Léo Delibes, Kool & The Gang, Robert Palmer, Pacific Gas & Electric

This week, we talk about loud people at comedy shows. We find out that our podcast pops up if you search for "Pegging" on YouTube (give it a whirl!). Then we talk about self promotion, marketing and Brain struggles with words as he reads an email from an enthusiastic fan. Finally, we all learn about how to properly wash one's hair. Want MORE Wicked Funny? Join our Patreon and get access to an extra episode a week! Want to choose what movie Brian writes next? Select the Daddy Level and he will write a movie of your choosing AND write you into the movie! https://patreon.com/wickedfunnypodcast Check out our Website: https://wickedfunnypodcast.com Follow Wicked Funny: TikTok IG: https://www.instagram.com/wickedfunnypodcast Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/wickedfunnypodcast FB: https://www.facebook.com/wickedfunnypodcast Follow Brian: IG: https://www.instagram.com/beaudoinbrian Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/beaudoinbrian Follow Katie: IG: https://www.instagram.com/katiegarroyo/ Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/katiegarroyo Follow Frank: https://www.instagram..com/frank_gazerro

זנה - "Adulterous wife, who receives strangers instead of her husband! Men give gifts to all prostitutes, but you gave your gifts to all your lovers, bribing them to come to you from every side with your whorings." EZEKIEL 16:32–33 — LINKS Purchase "Unveiling Mercy" and learn more... 1517 Podcast Network Support the work of 1517 CONTACT and FOLLOW chad@1517.org Facebook Twitter SUBSCRIBE Apple Podcasts Spotify Overcast RSS Google Podcasts Audio production by Christopher Gillespie (gillespie.media).

Hello and welcome to your one stop shop for daily enteryayment and everything dope right here on the #1 daily podcast out, The Matty Mo' Show! get ready for a one of a kind "Risky Frisky Friday" where we dive balls deep into the world of a nymphomaniac and everything that goes along with it. Enjoy, tag a friend and as always thank you for stopping by and rockin' out with me! One love❤️✊

It's spooky week, everybody! Laura covers the murder of Travis Alexander, a man who met the wrong woman (who happened to be super dumb, it's astonishing how little this woman thinks things through), and Maria covers all the various haunts of the town of Jefferson in East Texas. Plus, we tease next week's witchy episode.Support the show (https://patreon.com/thenewwitches)

Ep 49 is starting taboo week, breaking down the concept of nymphomania. Before this episode, I had little understanding of this condition. Now that I could think about it thoroughly, I can see it from a different perspective. 

Take a deep dive with us and learn about Nymphomania. Britty and Johnny rant about Tim Burton and Denis Leary. Abstinence is brought into the mix and that's about it. Lots of giggles coming your way! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ibst/support

To understand Genesis 3:16 we must recognize that in God's first words to the woman in Line 1 God didn't even touch on the subject of childbirth. (1) God spoke to her about shared sorrowful-toil (the Hebrew word is ‘itsebon) in field work and (2) God spoke to her about conception or pregnancy (the Hebrew word is heron) and especially of the offspring who would bruise Satan's head.The way the words are put together in a chiasm in Genesis chapters 2 and 3 carries meaning. And the way verses 15-17 are linked together in a linchpin construction by the two key words in Line 1 of Genesis 3:16 brings meaning. But the meaning of each word itself is also important.In the two words of the linchpin construction that link God's words to her with God's words to the man and to the serpent the woman learns two things. Neither of them is a curse on her. One thing is about bad news. One thing is about good news.The bad news she learns is that when God curses the ground because of the man it will affect her too. They both will experience ‘itsebon or “sorrowful toil” as they do field work to raise food from the cursed ground outside of Eden. God knows they will be going there and what life there will be like. So God describes to her what her experience will be like with the cursed ground. She will have ‘itsebon. She will have sorrowful-toil. That is bad news.But God immediately moves on to tell her of good news. How can the words of 3:16 be taken as good news right after God's stern judgment on the serpent tempter? Three of the four words in Line 1 ring of good news!GO DEEPER

Danny & Dre are back to talk about leaving the house, thieves at 7/11, almost dying while driving with Tashad, things someone wouldn’t buy off Amazon, NYMPHOMANIA, the dumbest thing to spend the stimulus check on, weird cure for COVID, trying to catch seagulls, mashed potatoes, Pompeii and much much more. Make sure to tell 'em Big Bob sent ya! To listen early, plus outtakes, ad-free content and the bonus extras (like the songs we make) head over to patreon.com/somethingcasual. Thanks so much for the support! Keep the love coming and remember to try and do something casual! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

Strap in for an episode of cock-filled nonsense. On a quest to find something that actually gets the blood flowing, Sam brings ‘The Collection' by Nina Leger to the studio for an in depth discussion of Nymphomania while Abby becomes side-tracked by the politics of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM). We meet in the middle to look at the history of pathologising women and why so many debunked ideas of women's sexuality are still used in popular culture. *Content warning* this episode includes references to female genital mutilation References for nerdy sluts Ussher, Jane. “What Makes a Woman a Nymphomaniac?” The Conversation, 25 December, 2013. Available at: https://theconversation.com/what-makes-a-woman-a-nymphomaniac-20306Luta, Isabella. "Nymphs and nymphomania: mythological medicine and classical nudity in nineteenth Century Britain." Journal of International Women's Studies 18, no. 3 (2017): 35-50. Retrieved 15 March, 2020 from: http://vc.bridgew.edu/jiws/vol18/iss3/4Piquet-Pessôa, Marcelo, Gabriela M. Ferreira, Isabela A. Melca, and Leonardo F. Fontenelle. "DSM-5 and the decision not to include sex, shopping or stealing as addictions." Current Addiction Reports 1, no. 3 (2014): 172-176. Retrieved 15 March, 2020 from: https://doi.org/10.1007/s40429-014-0027-6Groneman, Carol. "Nymphomania: The historical construction of female sexuality." Signs: Journal of Women in Culture and Society 19, no. 2 (1994): 337-367. Retrieved 15 March, 2020, from: www.jstor.org/stable/3174802Original outro music: by Ankle Injuries featuring the sexy voice of Tace Kelly https://soundcloud.com/ankleinjuriesIntro Music: Yesterday's Secret by texasradiofish (c) copyright 2018 Licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution Noncommercial (3.0) license. http://dig.ccmixter.org/files/texasradiofish/57365 Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.

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The topic of sex addiction and what to do about it turns out to be more complicated than you may think.

Mød musikelskende filmfolk. Instruktører, skuespillere og andre fra filmverdenen spiller på skift filmmusik, som de har et særligt forhold til. Skuespiller Benedikte Hansen er gæstevært i Filmharmonikerne og med sig har hun en lydlig buket der blander klassikere fra film som Nymphomania, The Hours og Fanny og Alexander. Tilrettelæggelse: Kasper Søegaard. Produceret for DR af Wingman Media.

1 Quentin Tarantino; Interview 2 Harry Nilsson;Coconut 3 April March;Chick Habit 4 Tornados;Bustin' Surfboards 5 Performed by Rose McGowan (Rebecca Rodriguez & - Usless Talent #32 6 From Dusk Till Dawn;Willie The Wimp 7 The Grass Roots; Midnight Confession 8 Lilian Harvey & Willy Fritsch; Ich Wollt Ich Waer Ein Huhn 9 Zamfir - The lonely Shepherd 10 Robert Rodriguez,Graeme Revell - El Wray 11 The Blasters; Dark Night 12 Quincy Jones - Ironside (Excerpt) 13 Nymphomania; I want your body 14 L7 - Shitlist 15 The 5 6 7 8s - Woo Hoo 16 Robert Rodriguez,Graeme Revell - Killer Legs (Robert Rodriguez & Rick Del Castillo) 17 Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Titch; Hold Tight 18 Stealers Wheel; Stuck In The Middle With You 19 From Dusk Till Dawn; She's Just Killing me 20 Performed by Rose McGowan (Rebecca Rodriguez &; Two Against the World 21 Luis Bacalov; Summertime Killer 22 Charles Bernstein - White Lightning 23 Elliot Easton; Tiki Gods; Monte Carlo Nights 24 Combustible Edison; Vertigogo 25 Blue Swede; Hooked On A Feeling 26 Performed by CHINGON - Cherry's Dance of Death 27 Isaac Hayes - Run Fay Run 28 Santa Esmeralda - Don't let me be misunderstood 29 From Dusk Till Dawn; Texas Funeral 30 Dire Straits;Six Blade Knife 31 David Bowie - Cat People (Putting Out The Fire) 32 Billy Preston - Slaughter (Album Version) 33 Samantha Shelton and Michael Andrew - The Man With The Big Sombrero 34 Bedlam; Magic Carpet Ride 35 Robert Rodriguez,Graeme Revell - Grindhouse (Main Titles) 36 Ennio Morricone - Rabbia E Tarantella 37 The Coasters; Down In Mexico

On tonight's episode, we discuss Borderline Personality Disorders along with Nymphomania! We find out some interesting things about Lisa! Stay tuned to figure what happens on this episode of Murder on the 420 Express! Murder on the 420 Express was created and produced by Lisa N. and Mandie Lynn. These two half-pint stoner chicks are crazy passionate for the paranormal, murder nerds, history buffs, and religious for philosophical theories. Stay tuned for every Wednesday at 420pm for a podcast including; paranormal cases, urban legends, cereal killers, haunted location, ancient religion and more! Come check out our website where we have more info on creepy facts and merch! https://www.patreon.com/Murder420 Instagram: @murderonthe420 Twitter: @murder_420ex Anchor.fm: https://anchor.fm/murder-on-the-420-express Apple Podcast: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/murder-on-the-420-express/id1437401648?mt=2&uo=4 Google Podcast: https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy82ZmY1Mjg0L3BvZGNhc3QvcnNz Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/1jun8vZiSfZfVuDKtWOr3d Breaker: https://www.breaker.audio/murder-on-the-420-express Castbox: https://castbox.fm/channel/id1440133 Overcast: https://overcast.fm/itunes1437401648/murder-on-the-420-express Pocket Cast: https://pca.st/03h9 RadioPublic: https://radiopublic.com/murder-on-the-420-express-WoAbEr Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/anchor-podcasts/murder-on-the-420-express Intro Music Citations http://www.purple-planet.com/creepy/4593380250 Dance of Death Sound Effects: Freesound.com DISCLAIMER****** Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/murder-on-the-420-express/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/murder-on-the-420-express/support

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Sin is a bad hurtful word?! Wait, then... how are words like bad habits, disorders, disfunctions better? Is it sexual sin compulsive sexual behavior? Is it hypersexuality? hypersexual disorder? Nymphomania or is it all sexual addiction? Or is it a both and?

Sin is a bad hurtful word?! Wait, then... how are words like bad habits, disorders, disfunctions better? Is it sexual sin compulsive sexual behavior? Is it hypersexuality? hypersexual disorder? Nymphomania or is it all sexual addiction? Or is it a both and?

Ghost ship. Cannibal rats. Britain. Canada. Ghost riding your whip. Leobov Orlova. Yacht names. Disease. Polynesia. Nymphomania. Sex rats. Cruiseliners. Dominican Republic. Scrap ships. Lifeboat emergency beacons. Dentures. David Attenb...

The Myth of Sex Addiction, a new book, with author and clinical psychologist Dr. David Ley. Email polyweekly@gmail.com, call 206-202-POLY, Twitter @polyweekly or visit www.polyweekly.com or www.facebook.com/polyweekly

Today we talk about the new Lars Von Trier film Nymphomania, and go over some of our most anticipated films showing at this year's SXSW Midnighters Series.

Episode Fourteen — Part V (Chapters one and two):Spider and Seedy finally come to the Kunfu-riffic conclusion to their kidnapping caper, learning all about Japanese sword-making, physics and why acrylic ski masks suck. In chapter two, the gang finally puts their plan into action, and they capture the King of the Gag, learning that he has some seriously lizardfish proclivities. And that two women kissing is not as hot as it first sounds. An excerpt from the kidnapping, as Shute arrives at Helena’s apartment: "The idea was that Max and I were going to get into Helena’s closet and wait for their signal. They hoped to get Shute to agree to being tied up, as part of their little three-some. If that went off without a hitch, then it should make things considerably easier. We all had another drink together, to kill the last twenty minutes before Shute was due to arrive. No doubt he would be fashionably late. By one pm, we were all keyed up. I don’t mind telling you there was an awkward psycho-sexual energy in the room, not at all dampened by another round of scotch. Honza Chodets was tasting better and better. I was so wound up, I almost dropped my scotch, when at five-to-one, there was a knock at the door. Helena grabbed our drinks, poured them into the sink, and shooed us into her bedroom, where Max and I got into the walk-in closet. Ariadne waited in the bedroom, looking at me through the slats in Helena’s closet doors. Helena let Shute in and his eyebrows actually arched when he saw what she was wearing. “Where’s Thipirous?” he asked. “I hope she’s not dressed as provocatively as you Borovich, or my heart might not be able to take it.”"

Episode Fifteen — Part V (Chapters three to seven) -- Final Episode!After they move Shute, Helena and Max have an ethical discussion about kidnapping, medical malpractice, and branding. The media conference is more like a circus, as the media isn’t exactly on its best behavior. And then Rob gets to watch while the Ghosts have their revenge. In the end, they all live, happily, and ever after. Though Nick still has something to say through his lovely Titania3000. An excerpt from Dr. Tundra and Helena’s discussion of branding: “Seriously. You like scotch, right? So say you buy a cer-tain brand and we know that there’s this other brand that is just as good, but less expensive. We can help you find that other brand,” Helena said “Hmm. Single malt kind of defies the brand concept, I think,” Max replied. “No, not at all. In fact, single malt is a great example of the power of the brand. We all know that Glenfiddich is a good scotch, but there are lots of other single malts that are better. But everyone knows Glenfiddich — even people who don’t like single malt scotch — because of the strength of its brand. It’s not just the actual product, it’s about the feelings you have for the product. And that’s because they were branding their scotch before people even knew what branding was.” “So what is Gargantuan’s brand?” “That’s the problem I have with Shute.” “That’s your problem? Not the fact that he’s just messed with Nick’s DNA?” Max said. He looked at Shute contemptuously, and for a moment Helena thought he might kick the partially conscious man. “Well, that too, but he’s not building the Gargantuan brand.” “You’ve helped kidnap him because of branding?” “Oh, no, I have other reasons too, but that is my corporate reason for doing so.”

Episode Thirteen — Part IV (Chapters eight to twelve): Hippolyta comes up with a way for her kidnappers to get her father’s codes, while giving her some hope of surviving the whole caper. Rob, Ariadne, Helena, Erma and Max cook up a plan to get Shute, and let the whole world know about what Gargantuan has done to Nick. Shute gets some great news about his ménage, and Rob discovers that he can learn about things in a new way. An excerpt: "As we were going over the notes again, a picture emerged of where Hippolyta was — not from good detective work, though the skeptics amongst you will say that’s what it was. I just saw it. I thought I could smell the Shade of Antonia’s perfume as an image of an old husk of an apartment building filled my mind. I described it to everyone, almost like I was reading the description from a kidnapper’s guide book: “The Skanky Apartments, down in the un-gentrified part of the docklands are a perfect setting for any kind of shady endeavour, but if you plan to kidnap and freakishly dismember an heiress, you couldn’t ask for a nicer location. There’s no people around, there’s lots of ambiance, and the rooms are decorated in the original retro style. Just add fungus and decay and you have felonious magic!” Everyone looked at me the way they did when the first saw Nick, post monkeyfication."

Episode Twelve — Part IV (Chapters five to seven): Rob explains how he escapes Gargantuan Enterprises with the incriminating data, and meets up with Ariadne. They have the talk. Meanwhile, Erma decides to rescue the now-apish Nick from the now-nymphish Helena. And in chapter seven, we learn what Gag knows about the security breach, and that the Ghost of Johnny can speak a little Latin. An excerpt of Rob waiting at a Starbucks for his new love: “I’ll wait for you at the Den of Ubiquity,” I whispered, “next door.” I liked the chain’s coffee, though I’m not a connoisseur. I’m not sure you need four or five of them within a one-block radius, no matter how addicted to their brand of caffeine you might be. Perhaps it is the marvellous decor that people can’t get enough of — too bad you can only sit in one at a time, though I suppose if they put webcams in each store you could “enjoy” them all at once. The barista was fetching, there was no doubt, even if I was already smitten with Ariadne. Now, you must remember, I had not been in a “relationship” for some time, and I was yet to get into that mindset. I noticed her making the coffee right away. Perhaps it was her overwhelming competence — she only had to hear a customer ask for a double-milk-latte-half-caf-mocha-frappa-dappa-doolay once, and she had the order — but I think it was her distracted, yet annoyed smile that did it for me. It could have been her voluptuous figure, of which I could only see the top half. Perhaps it was the man-juice flowing in my veins. So, I had no reservations about sitting there, sipping my Kenyan High-land Roast Orgasm, or whatever it was called, while Ariadne finished her shift. She arrived in time to rescue our budding romance from my fickle male nature. When she walked in, looking as dignified as any upright hominid can in a polyester uniform adorned with the Consume-It! logo; I forgot all about the angry barista."