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This week on the Rockonteurs podcast we welcome Holly Johnson to the show. Holly has one of the most instantly recognisable voices of the 80s and he continues to record and tour. He'll be off around the UK later in May and June on the ‘Welcome to the Pleasuredome' tour before heading to Europe in October. Holly chats to Guy and Gary about his early influences growing up in Liverpool and the music scene of the local bars and clubs that inspired a generation. He talks about Frankie Goes To Hollywood and their decade defining songs of that era. Holly doesn't hold back in telling some incredible stories. Find out more about his upcoming UK and Europe tour here: https://hollyjohnson.com/Instagram @rockonteurs @mrhollyjohnson @guyprattofficial @garyjkemp @gimmesugarproductions Listen to the podcast and watch some of our latest episodes on our Rockonteurs YouTube channel.YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@rockonteursFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/RockonteursTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@therockonteursProduced for WMG UK by Ben Jones at Gimme Sugar Productionswww.gimmesugar.co.ukEmail the show at rockonteurschannel@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Having survived yet another March 12, 25, 28, AND 31, Jim and Sean are back in the podosphere (or perhaps Pleasuredome?) with their deep introspective look into a pair of shooty games that are older than some of this podcast’s listeners. Good on ya, luv; good on ya. And of course the usual features are … Continue reading Episode 150: Stargate and Total Carnage →

SLASHER GROUNDHOG DAY!! Happy Death Day Full Reaction Watch Along!! https://www.patreon.com/thereelrejects With Director Christopher Landon's newest movie "DROP" hitting theatres on April 11th, The Scream Queens REUNITE to give their Happy Death Day Reaction, Recap, Commentary, Analysis, & Spoiler Review!! Download PrizePicks today at https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/RE... & use code REJECTS to get $50 instantly when you play $5! Join Roxy Striar and Tara Erickson as they dive into the twisted, time-bending world of Blumhouse's 2017 dark comedy slasher, Happy Death Day. In this genre-defying film, Jessica Rothe (La La Land, Boy Kills World) delivers a standout performance as Tree Gelbman—a college student trapped in a time loop where she relives the day of her murder over and over again. Each reset forces Tree to confront her past mistakes, unravel the mystery behind her untimely death, and discover unexpected moments of humor amid the terror. Jessica Rothe captivates as Tree, blending vulnerability with fierce determination. Under the direction of Christopher Landon (Freaky, Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones), the film masterfully balances spine-tingling suspense with laugh-out-loud moments. Roxy & Tara break down every iconic scene—from the nerve-wracking murder sequences (Driven to Murder Scene, Locker Room Attack Scene, Back in the Loop Scene, Welcome to the Pleasure Dome, & beyond!) to the clever, self-aware twists that set this film apart from traditional slasher fare. Can't wait for Happy Death Day 2U!!! Follow Roxy Striar YouTube:https://www.youtube.com/@TheWhirlGirls Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/roxystriar/?hl=en Twitter:  https://twitter.com/roxystriar Follow Tara Erickson: Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@TaraErickson Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/taraerickson/ Twitter:  https://twitter.com/thetaraerickson Intense Suspense by Audionautix is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... Support The Channel By Getting Some REEL REJECTS Apparel! https://www.rejectnationshop.com/ Follow Us On Socials:  Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/  Tik-Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@reelrejects?lang=en Twitter: https://x.com/reelrejects Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ Music Used In Ad:  Hat the Jazz by Twin Musicom is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Happy Alley by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... POWERED BY @GFUEL Visit https://gfuel.ly/3wD5Ygo and use code REJECTNATION for 20% off select tubs!! Head Editor: https://www.instagram.com/praperhq/?hl=en Co-Editor: Greg Alba Co-Editor: John Humphrey Music In Video: Airport Lounge - Disco Ultralounge by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Ask Us A QUESTION On CAMEO: https://www.cameo.com/thereelrejects Follow TheReelRejects On FACEBOOK, TWITTER, & INSTAGRAM:  FB:  https://www.facebook.com/TheReelRejects/ INSTAGRAM:  https://www.instagram.com/reelrejects/ TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/thereelrejects Follow GREG ON INSTAGRAM & TWITTER: INSTAGRAM:  https://www.instagram.com/thegregalba/ TWITTER:  https://twitter.com/thegregalba Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Its 1985! Si is 4, Mort hasn't been born yet, and the first Wrestlemania happened last week!A nice top 10, decent telly if you enjoy a boat race, and the remaining wrestling territories fight against the McMahon juggernaut.Welcome to The Pleasure Dome! (or something. Frankie said more than just relax?)FOLLOW US!@WrestlingNTM@MortyJR5@SJPWORLDMEDIA

Big money! Big prizes! We played through the beloved twin-stick shooter, Smash TV. This one is a high-credit game and not an easy one to finish. I guess the fans will pay whatever it takes to visit the Pleasure Dome. Send questions/comments to potentially be read on the show to: Arcadiologyquestions@gmail.com Or fill out this form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1UNFyhRDmfMN3k4CBG_W6ink9FHV3HotRkZB01vzn_mM/edit Credit to Sky for our theme song Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61550925412655 Follow along with our numbers segment here: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/19MPdclT3YRFhAgmMNTxOreXtBTnFgGCPDfy0gU4XATc/edit?gid=0#gid=0 Discord: https://discord.gg/DKRdrh9arj Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwwjuJ26A5GhEsnWN7EfNcQ Tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@arcadiology Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/arcadiology/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Arcadiology

Netmiðilin Popdose.com lýsti stílin sum: 'Village People hittir Pink Floyd', meðani bólkalimirnir sjálvir søgdu 'Kiss hittir Donnu Summer'. Tað var sambært framleiðaranum, Trevor Horn, og hann skilti hvat teir hugsaðu um. Donna Summer var dansur og Kiss var uppá fleiri mátar eitt sindur ov nógv av tí góða. Serliga 'Relax' varð spælt nógv í Føroyum, tó næstu tvær a-síðurnar frá albuminum eisini vóru javnan at hoyra. Tónleikurin á Temaplátuni er pumpandi synthpoppur/-rokkur við fleiri synthezisarum sum grund, meðani vanligi ljóðførini eru har onkustaðni aftanfyri. Itunes hjá Apple kallar stílin 'Dance'(diskotek)', hvat hann eisini er, tó hetta sjálvandi ikki kann sigast um róligu løgini, harav 'The Power of Love' framvegis er ein væl dámdur 'sjelari'. Bólkalimirnir, Holly Johnson og Paul Rutherford, vóru millum teir fyrstu mannligu popptónleikararnar, sum ærligani og opið lótu okkum vita, at teir eru samkyndir. Tað var samstundis sum teir nýttu rættindastríðið fyri samkynd og tann sexualitetin sum evni í tónleikinum og framførslunum á palli. Og teir fóru langt, næstan alt var loyvt, ja, nógv vóru sokallaðu frávikini hjá Frankie Goes To Hollywood, men okkum dámdi tónleikin. Plátubarrin 18.1.25  

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In this festive edition of Queer the Music Jake sits down with the iconic Holly Johnson, the front man of Frankie Goes To Hollywood, to discuss the 1984 UK number one single and enduring Christmas song, ‘The Power of Love'.   The Power of Love came out during a time of social and political turmoil in the UK. Between Thatcherism, the miner strike and an encroaching AIDS epidemic the world was becoming a scary place for the LGBTQ+ community. Despite this, gay bars, clubs and saunas were thriving in the UK and amongst it all Frankie Goes to Hollywood were skyrocketing to success with their debut album ‘Welcome to the Pleasuredome'.    Tune in to hear about how ‘The Power of Love' was written and how it unwittingly became synonymous with Christmas. Thank you for listening to this second series of Queer The Music, we'd love to hear from you - let us know which song you'd like us to feature - leave us a review or message us on Instagram @queerthemusicpodcast - see you for series 3 in 2025! You can watch all the past episodes here   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Welcome to the Pleasuredome by Frankie Goes to Hollywood, released in 1984, is an ambitious and theatrical debut album that blends new wave, synth-pop, and dance music with a bold, provocative aesthetic. Spanning over an hour, the double album features iconic hits like "Relax" and "Two Tribes," which challenged social norms and pushed boundaries with their suggestive lyrics and politically charged messages. The album's title track, a sprawling 13-minute epic, encapsulates the hedonistic, larger-than-life energy of the band. Welcome to the Pleasuredome became a defining statement of 80s pop culture and remains a symbol of flamboyance and rebellion.Listen to the album on Apple MusicListen to the album on SpotifyWhat did you think of this album? Send us a text! Support the showPatreonPolyphonic Press SubredditFollow us on InstagramContact: polyphonicpressmusic@gmail.comDISCLAIMER: Due to copyright restrictions, we are unable to play pieces of the songs we cover in these episodes. Playing clips of songs are unfortunately prohibitively expensive to obtain the proper licensing. We strongly encourage you to listen to the album along with us on your preferred format to enhance the listening experience.

A (relatively) in-depth analysis of the pop band Frankie Goes To Hollywood in just under thirty minutes.Goes to Hollywood signed to ZTT Records in 1983. Their debut album, Welcome to the Pleasuredome was released in 1984. Produced by Trevor Horn, it achieved advance sales of more than a million, and their first three singles, Relax, Two Tribes and The Power of Love, reached number one on the UK singles chart.Their second album, Liverpool was released in 1986. The album sold fewer copies, and they disbanded acrimoniously the following year. Holly Johnson successfully sued ZTT to leave his contract and began a solo career. He declined invitations to reunite and attempted to block the band from using the Frankie name. In 2004, the group reunited without Holly Johnson and Brian Nash to perform at a Prince's Trust charity concert, with Ryan Molloy on vocals, and underwent a subsequent tour in 2005. In 2011, ZTT reissued an expanded edition of Liverpool, plus The Art of the 12", a compilation of tracks from ZTT artists including Frankie Goes to Hollywood. Universal Music purchased ZTT in 2017. The group reunited with Johnson and Nash for the first time since 1987 to perform for the 2023 Eurovision Song Contest.Holly Johnson and Paul Rutherford were openly gay throughout the group's existence, making Frankie Goes to Hollywood the first openly gay major pop act, with gay rights and sexuality becoming a theme of their music and performances. The BBC famously banned them from broadcast, which only generated further publicity.It has been reported that a Frankie Goes to Hollywood biographical film is in development, based on Johnson's memoir. Bernard Rose, who was responsible for the Relax music video, is set to direct, with Callum Scott Howells as Johnson.In this episode I am in conversation with Dr. Andrew Webber.I hope you enjoy the podcast and do leave feedback if you like what you have heard.Mathew Woodall

Mit ihrem Debütalbum "Welcome To The Pleasuredome" knüpften Frankie Goes To Hollywood nahtlos an ihren Erfolg der vorherigen Singles "Relax" und "Two Tribes" an. Bereits vor dem Erscheinen des Albums am 29. Oktober 1984 soll es 1,5 Millionen Vorbestellungen im Vereinigten Königreich gegeben haben. Produktion von "Welcome To The Pleasuredome" Die Produktion zum Album hat von Juli 1983 bis 1984 in zwei unterschiedlichen Studios stattgefunden. In den Manor Studios im Norden von Oxford und in den Sam Studios im Londoner Stadtteil Notting Hill. "Relax" ist ein Jahr vor Albumveröffentlichung, im Oktober 1983, bereits als Single erschienen – und wurde direkt ein Riesenhit in Großbrittanien. Und auch mit den folgenden zwei Singles "Two Tribes" und "The Power Of Love" stürmten sie die Charts: Dreimal hintereinander Nummer 1 in UK, das hatten zuvor nur Gary and The Pacemakers im Jahr 1963 geschafft. Skandale als Marketingkonzept Interessant ist, dass diese Produktion einherging mit dem festen Plan Skandale auslösen zu wollen. Trevor Horn hat eng mit Musikjournalist Paul Morley zusammengearbeitet, der es verstand wie man ein Marketingkonzept für eine Band gestaltet, um möglichst viel Aufmerksamkeit zu erregen. Die Band sollte schnell Bekanntheit erlangen und dabei aus der Masse hervorstechen. __________ Über diese Songs vom Album "Welcome To The Pleasuredome" wird im Podcast gesprochen (13:48) – "The World Is My Oyster"(17:17) – "Welcome To The Pleasuredome"(29:28) – "Relax"(41:49) – "Two Tribes"(48:07) – "Tag"(49:15) – "Born To Run"(55:45) – "The Power Of Love"__________ Über diese Songs wird außerdem im Podcast gesprochen (02:38) – "Moonlight Shadow" von Maggie Reilly(04:30) – "Self Control" von Laura Branigan(21:04) – "Welcome To The Pleasuredome" von Holly Johnson (44:56) – "Russians" von Sting(45:11) – "Leningrad" von Billy Joel(59:59) – "The Power Of Love" von Jennifer Rush(01:00:20) – "The Power Of Love" von Huey Lewis And The News__________ Alle Shownotes und weiterführenden Links zur Folge "Reggatta De Blanc" findet ihr hier: https://www.swr.de/swr1/rp/meilensteine/swr1-meilensteine-frankie-goes-to-hollywood-welcome-to-the-pleasuredome-100.html __________ Ihr wollt mehr Podcasts wie diesen? Abonniert die SWR1 Meilensteine! Fragen, Kritik, Anregungen? Meldet euch gerne per WhatsApp-Sprachnachricht an die (06131) 92 93 94 95 oder schreibt uns an meilensteine@swr.de

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Evelyn's Task: 100 shags in 2 days. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Evelyn remembered that there were four or five high stools arranged around her table and looking down she saw that there were three faces smiling up at her, watching her move in the light. There were two men and a woman. One of the men looked Latino and the other was black with a slightly light complexion. Both men seemed naked from Evelyn's viewpoint. The woman seemed Chinese or Vietnamese, or possibly Thai, but had curly blonde hair brushing her lovely neck, she seemed younger than the two guys by maybe a decade. She was wrapped in a white towel for some reason, but it had slipped down to expose her left breast.Evelyn casually looked around to see how her fellow dancers were doing. Though one of the guys was still dancing much as she was, the other girl and guy had moved into much more suggestive styles. The guy was reclining on his haunches, bending back so his rather impressive erection was standing straight up as several members of his audience reached out to run their hands over his muscular thighs. The girl was on her hands and knees wiggling her ass and exposing her vulva for the people on that side of her table. Evelyn decided she should be having more fun with this situation. Spreading her feet wide apart on the table, with her back to the two men, she slowly bent at the waist until she had placed her hands flat on the table. Her long red-brown hair cascaded around her head and brushed the tabletop. She felt a hand moving up over her right ankle and then a moment later one caressing her left. Smiling, Evelyn, took her right hand and lifted her hair from her face and had a closer look at the pretty Asian woman who was smiling back at her. Letting the Latino and black guys, she assumed, continue to caress her feet, ankles, and strong calves, as well as admire her exposed pussy, Evelyn crooked her left index finger at the woman, beckoning her closer. Letting her towel fall away, the woman leaned forward over the illuminated tabletop. Evelyn caught her face in a light grasp and gave her a lingering kiss. Releasing the woman's face, Evelyn slowly stood and went back to her dancing for a moment, slowly turning until she was facing the Latino guy, and then repeated her slow bending, including giving a kiss, which was a bit less lingering than the first one. She went through the same routine for the black guy. She was planning to change things up but by then a third man had joined her audience. This was a guy who seemed Indian or Pakistani, and who was admiring Evelyn with quite obvious lust, over and above the admiration the others were exhibiting. Ordinarily, she would have thought 'This one's trouble,' but under the circumstances the way the new guy was looking at her just turned her on more and emboldened her further. This time, while facing the new guy, Evelyn backed up toward the edge of the table, nearest the Latino gentleman, then lowered herself to her hands and knees, and then crawled the short distance to the new guy who met her with a passionate kiss. Evelyn let herself enjoy the feeling of his tongue against hers for a long moment, but then backed up, rolling back until she was sitting closer to the Asian woman. With her hands and feet planted firmly beneath her, Evelyn lifted herself up into a table-position, her thighs spread so the woman could see her pussy clearly. Very slowly, Evelyn lowered herself, sinking toward the woman who was watching her with a smile. Watching the woman's expressions, Evelyn slid her hand down over her taut belly until her fingers were moving over her labia. Then she found herself slowly fingering herself, pressing her palm tightly against her clit. She might have just laid back there on the table and brought herself off, but just then the pretty Asian woman crooked her finger at her, copying the gesture Evelyn had used on her just minutes ago. With a broad smile, Evelyn crab-walked herself to the edge of the table right in front of the woman, who ran her hands along the inside of Evelyn's thighs before leaning in to kiss her very ready pussy. The woman's tongue slipped between Evelyn's lips and flickered over her clit, sending shivers all through her body. Momentarily forgetting the three men and the rest of the situation, Evelyn lay back and enjoyed what the woman's tongue and lips were doing to her. Evelyn slipped her legs around the woman's shoulders to hold her close and clasped her own tits tightly, pinching her nipples a bit. She was content to stay there and let the lovely woman lick her to an orgasm, at least, but then she felt a warm hand on her left thigh, which was the one on the side toward the newer guy. Looking down, she saw that that man was saying something to the woman, who stopped what she was doing to Evelyn to smile and nod to him. Then, reluctantly, Evelyn relaxed her legs' grasp on the woman so she could pull away and be replaced by the gentleman with lust in his eyes. Fortunately, he picked up right where the pretty Asian had left off, which earned him a happy smile from Evelyn. Then she watched as the Latino guy helped the Asian woman climb up onto the table with Evelyn. Her pale, slender body was beautiful in the bright light as she crawled over to kiss Evelyn, who relaxed and enjoyed being pleasured by two affectionate mouths. Too quickly, though, the woman broke the kiss and moved to straddle Evelyn's face. Smiling up at the woman, Evelyn grasped her tight ass and helped her get into just the right position so Evelyn could run her tongue between her lips, tasting her sweet nectar and licking at her hard little clit. The guy between her legs wasn't exactly the best, but he wasn't bad, and he was clearly intent on making Evelyn come. Evelyn felt her legs resting on his shoulders and her heels pressing against his back, holding him there, as she tried to concentrate on licking and sucking at the pussy and clit on her face. She felt her orgasm approaching as she saw the Latino guy moving up in front of the Asian woman. Evelyn wondered a bit how many people this table could hold, but went on with what she was doing, trying to make this pretty woman come for her. By now the man between Evelyn's legs was fucking at least two fingers in and out of her pussy rather violently as his tongue lashed at her clit, and she could see the Asian woman on her face was sucking the Latino guy's cock. She thought what a nice spectacle this must be for the people watching, and then she was coming. Her body clenched and spasmed as Evelyn rode a wave of tumbling ecstasy. She stopped licking at the woman on her face's clit and just moaned into her pussy as she shook. Only when she came back down did she manage to get back to work, squeezing the woman's ass in her hands as she continued licking and sucking. Evelyn was barely aware of the fact that the man between her legs was shifting around. Then, she felt the unmistakable sensations that came with having a cock moving between her lips and then pushing into her pussy. Evelyn wondered how the man, who she was assuming was the same guy who'd just been licking her, managed to get up high enough to fuck her, but put that concern out of her head and let herself enjoy being fucked. She felt her legs being lifted up, held in a V, as the man shoved into her with increasing force. Soon, it was all Evelyn could do to keep the woman's clit in place enough for her to keep licking at it, as she was driven into again and again. She found herself wishing she could get a hold of something to encourage her fucker to ram into her even harder, or that he had a bigger cock. Even so, she thought she was likely to come again before she was able to make the woman on top of her come. She was wrong. The woman had been pressing down on Evelyn's mouth and tongue more insistently, when suddenly she was shaking and rubbing herself on Evelyn's face as her juices flowed freely. Evelyn found herself bathed in sweet wetness as the woman shuddered and gasped on her face. Then she felt the man fucking her filling her pussy with his cum. As the woman carefully moved away and Evelyn felt the cock being pulled away from her pussy, she remembered where she was and thought it was extremely hot that she had been putting on such a display for everyone in the club. She also thought that she needed more cock. Rather than just lay there sprawled out at the edge of her table and wait for someone to put his dick in her, which was sure to happen soon enough, Evelyn thought she should do something more proactive about the situation. Wiping her face a bit with the back of her hand, Evelyn sat up and looked around. She saw that the table had actually lowered quite a bit while she'd been distracted. It was now at a level where it would be quite easy for the average man to fuck her as she was. While that was convenient, Evelyn wanted to go on with her performance. Knowing that she must look pretty wild with her mane of hair all messed up and wet, she twisted around and cast her eye to the people around her table-stage. The lusty guy who had licked her and then, she presumed, fucked her was still there, and had a contented smile on his face. The black guy was there too, but the Latino and Asian woman were gone. A new guy caught her eye. He was a young man, maybe early twenties, white, with short black hair. After crawling to the center of her table, Evelyn beckoned to this new guy and the black guy who'd been waiting so patiently. She knelt there in the middle of her brightly lit little stage as they came up to stand in front of her, presenting their cocks. The black cock was nice and long, and very thick, while the white one was even longer, but not so thick. Before she even began to kiss and lick at these beautiful phalluses before her, Evelyn had a plan. She took her time, really trying to make a show of things, licking and sucking on both cocks. After a bit, she gestured for the black guy to lie down on his back for her. Holding on to the long white cock for support and to keep him from wandering off, Evelyn straddled the muscular black man and sank slowly down on his wonderfully fat cock. Groaning a bit as she impaled herself, feeling herself so blissfully filled, Evelyn reached down with her free hand to stroke her clit. There on the illuminated platform, on top of a muscular man with his big thick cock in her pussy, another man standing next to her, his long cock tightly in her hand, Evelyn brought herself off in a brief but sweet orgasm. Then she was riding slowly up and down on that thick column of hard flesh, fingers stroking her clit furiously, while her other hand twisted and stroked at the other cock, until she threw her head back and her muscles tensed all over as she came loudly for everyone to see. She really let herself go with it, squeezing herself on that cock and arching her back and crying out incoherently, gasping and shuddering. When Evelyn was able to think again, she smiled down at the man underneath her and began to rock herself against him, working his thick cock in and out of herself again. She pulled the waiting guy over to her mouth, quickly going back to sucking hungrily at his long cock. She tried to get as much as she could of that length down her throat, but there was quite a bit left over. When she had that cock nice and slippery with her saliva, she looked up at its owner and tossed her head over her shoulder, hoping he would take the hint. He did. In another moment, Evelyn braced herself with both hands on the black guy's firm chest as the guy behind her began to push his long prick slowly up her ass. She loved the feeling of being so completely filled – a sensation she hadn't appreciated so well before that orgy on the Riverboat. For the first time since climbing onto her little stage, Evelyn said something. She groaned and said, “God yes! That feels so good! Fuck me boys, fuck me!” It took a moment for them to get the right rhythm, but soon the two men were working well together, pistoning in and out of Evelyn's body as they succumbed to their carnal desire to fuck her until they came inside her. She came and came again, shuddering and crying out between them, before someone else joined their party. An Asian guy with a long cock, but not as long as the guy who was vigorously fucking her ass, came up and offered himself to Evelyn's mouth. Without hesitating, she opened her mouth and let him slide past her lips, over her tongue and into her throat. Evelyn was now merely hanging on, letting the three men move in and out of her. She let herself go, merely riding along as the sensations and pleasure had their way with her. Oddly enough, it was the man fucking her face who came first, pumping what seemed like a lot of cum down her throat and then splashing across her face. Before Evelyn could wipe any of the jizz off her forehead, she felt the big cock under her pumping hot cum up into her pussy, and then, before the first was finished, the guy behind her was coming deep inside her bowels, hot cum rushing up inside her. This was all too much for Evelyn's body to resist and she came again, this time in an explosive wrack of clenching muscles, shaking limbs, and wordless crying out. “I came so … fucking … hard,” Evelyn breathed. She had worked the end of her staff up into her ass and was fucking the fingers of her left hand in and out of her pussy, as she strummed at her clit with the fingers of her right. “Fuck! I'm going to come again, Don! Come with me!” Don had stripped out of his Batman costume and was stroking his very hard cock as he listened to her story and watched her. Although she had brought herself off earlier during the story, he had held off, but now, at her urging, he gave in. “Yes,” he nodded, arching his back, pushing his cock upward, “yes! I'm going to… oh fuck, yes!” “Yes, baby!” she cried out. “YES!” Across the room, in her chair, Evelyn was shaking and moaning, while Don's cock swelled and erupted spraying a flood of hot, white cum all over his belly and chest. He clenched and shuddered as the orgasm went on and on. “Wait,” Toshia said. “She used the end of the staff as a dildo?” Don nodded, “It was a good size for it, and smooth, no splinters.” “Damn,” she grinned. “I kind of wish I'd thought of that.” “Hum,” Evelyn purred, laying in her chair, legs splayed widely, staff sticking out of her butt, fingers idly stroking her labia. “I do wish we could play.” “Believe me, me too!” Don grinned as he used his discarded costume to wipe cum off himself. “Was that the end of your story?” “Well,” she said as she slowly drew the staff out of her ass. “Hey, note that I have now taken the stick out of my ass.” Don laughed and said, “Duly noted.” “Well, the rest of that session just became an orgy, which was a lot of fun, but for me that was the best part.” “Excellent!” “The rest of the week passed with more of the same, basically – nothing more intense and very little of it was boring.” “What about the rest of the Resort? You said you had time off every day.” “Yeah, I think I've been into every one of the clubs,” she nodded. “I didn't stay long in all of them, but I made a point to check out every one I found.” “Any favorites? Or particularly hot events?” “I had a good time in Ladies Night,” she winked. “And I bring the hot event with me, you know.” Don laughed, “I do know!” “Nothing really stands out as particularly noteworthy… I'm sure I'll think of more stories to tell you, but I should tell you about my next mission. Did you want to take a break and get properly cleaned up, though? I could use a drink and a bite to eat.” “Sounds good!“ Don smiled, grabbing a vest to hang his sheriff's star on. "Hey, where's that deputy girl?” “Hell if I know,” shrugged Don. “She seems to have gone with the previous sheriff.” “‘Seems like you should have someone to watch over things when you're sleeping.” “Want the job?” “Sorry, lover,” she chuckled. “I can't stay that long.” “Well, that sucks.” “Don't you think it would be even more frustrating for us to spend this year here together but not getting to have sex?” “Good point,” Don agreed. They had come to the Jungle Room, and Evelyn suggested they pop in to see if India was about. She wasn't, and neither was Jaden, but they took the opportunity to clean up in the pool before deciding to walk and talk. “I can call this doing my rounds,” Don smiled. “Now, that was your first mission, right?” “Yes,” she nodded. “The next one was very straightforward: fuck one hundred men in two days.” “Ah, what? Seriously?” Evelyn grinned at his reaction and said, “Well, not exactly. The exact phrasing was more like ‘Have one hundred men come in or on you within 48 hours.'” Thinking back to her own escapades in Eros, which she had considered impressive, Toshia laughed and exclaimed, “There goes my slut of the year title!” “I don't remember that being official,” Don laughed. “But, hey, you left early, and you've got Sarah.” “That's true,” she smiled. “Still, I'm a bit jealous, and I was fond of that title.” “Maybe you can find a way to win it back later,” Don grinned. “Oh, you can count on it!” Toshia laughed. “A hundred?!" Don gaped. "Yep,” Evelyn nodded. “I didn't think it would even be difficult. I just planned to head down to the huge-ass orgy downstairs. It would be easy to get twenty-five guys in the morning, twenty-five in the afternoon, twenty-five in the evening… Hell, I'd be done early.” “Well, yeah, when you put it that way. But I take it things didn't go quite so easily.” She laughed, “Yeah, that woman, Pamela, added something; I couldn't do it either in the Pleasure Dome or at the on-going orgy here in the Temple.” “That would make things a bit trickier,” nodded Don. “Yeah, but 'the timer' started with the first guy to come, and they picked where they would send me.” “Hum, they could be real dicks and put you in the middle of nowhere.” “Yeah, but they didn't,” she smiled. “They sent me to a place you're familiar with, the Manor.” “Oh! Fun!" Don grinned. "I turned up outside the front door, but I could tell where I was from your description. I wanted to get my task done as quickly as possible, but I remembered our system, so I went in and found the library as quickly as possible. Thanks to what you told me about getting around in there it was pretty easy. Sure enough, Robert was there and had a lot of questions. I tried to fill him in as best as I could, and then I let him fill me in, if you follow my meaning,” she winked at him. Don grinned, “I'm sure he appreciated both things.” “I think he did,” she smiled. “I rode him right there on his chair.” “Nice. That's one.” “You're going to give up on that pretty quickly,” laughed Evelyn. “Once I got that first dose of cum, I was on the hunt. There was a slender young guy wandering around in the stacks just outside the Scholar's office, over to the right of those tables, remember?” “The place, but not the guy,” nodded Don. “Yeah, smart ass. Well, I just went up to him, dropped to my knees and blew him right there.” “Two.” Evelyn rolled her eyes, “Do I have to shove you in?” They were walking hand-in-hand by the side of the giant pool in the middle of the Resort. When Don just laughed, Evelyn continued with, “I found two more guys there on that floor of the library. I got them together and had one fuck me from behind while I sucked the other one off, right there in the stacks.” “Nice,” Don said, adding under his breath, “Four.” Ignoring him, Evelyn said, “I was able to find eleven more guys… well, eighteen, but seven of them were busy. So, I fucked six of them and sucked off the others. There were two more threesomes in there, and the last three were all at once, which was fun.” “Did you come while you were with these, fifteen guys?” “Oh, a few times,” she grinned, “but that wasn't what I was after. When I left the library, I was thinking I needed to find someplace where people were more likely to congregate, and I thought about some of the things you'd mentioned. So, I thought I'd try that steam room. I found it quickly enough, and had a dip in that big bathtub, or pool, or whatever you want to call it, then headed into the steam room. "There were eight guys in there, not including four guys who were ganging up on this one pretty little thing in the corner. I thought she looked like she was having a good time, so I dove in. I just said, 'Any of you guys want to party?' Before I knew it, I was surrounded by cocks. I started out sitting on that first bench, moving from cock to cock, sucking each one some before moving to the next. Then I was laying back as they started taking turns fucking me. After a couple of them came in my pussy and a couple on my face and tits, the others got me down on the floor on my hands and knees. They just took me from both ends, either fucking my pussy or ass while I sucked a cock.” “Hot!” Don breathed. “It was!” Evelyn grinned. “I noticed that one guy who'd fucked me earlier was waiting his turn to get some head, so I stopped and told them it was one orgasm to a customer, but they should go send any friends my way.” Don laughed, “How did they take that?” “Cheerfully, actually. That guy and the others who had come already left and soon I was down to just two guys. I was jerking this guy's cock until he came on my face, and the other was about to come in my pussy, when other guys started coming into the steam room and heading in my direction. (I had completely lost track of what was going on with the girl in the corner.) As I was wiping some of the cum off my face, but before the last of my original eight buddies came, I saw six more guys standing around me. I smiled and said 'Welcome boys! I'll take you however you want, but just one orgasm each, okay?' They all smiled and nodded, stroking a wonderful variety of cocks for me. "So, there I was, getting gangbanged in the steam room, first by the original eight, then the second wave of six, and then four more. I had changed position half a dozen times, and taken loads in my pussy, ass, and down my throat, not to mention having it splashed on my face, tits, butt… well, pretty much everywhere.” “Damn, that's fucking hot!” Don grinned. "Orgasms?“ "Too many to count, though I was really just focusing on making each man come.” “Damn,” he breathed again. “And you were already a third of the way to your goal. How long was all that?” “Since Robert? I'd guess about three or four hours. By then I was quite a mess. The steam room guys had been all in one long go, and I needed cleaning up and a break. So, I went back to the bath and devoted myself to a nice long soak and wash. Of course, while I was there, I had to take breaks when men came in to bathe.” “Of course. How many times did that happen?” “Four, but two of those times included more than one guy. Okay, okay, the first break was just one guy, then there were two, then just one again, and then four guys came in all at once. Actually, that last one was pretty hot. I got one guy to sit up on the edge of the pool so I could give him a blow job and his friends each fucked me from behind, in the water. Uh, now I'm thinking we should spend some more time by the pool tonight.” Don grinned, “I like that idea, though I had another spot in mind.” “Oh?” “No, carry on,” he laughed. “I think you're at forty-one.” “Fine, fine,” she shook her head. “So, by then I was hungry and thirsty, so I decided to look for that lounge you mentioned. I went down to the ground floor and found it in no time. I got some fruit and a drink. I was in no hurry to get back to my hunt for cock, since I was sure I was doing well enough, timewise. So, I took a look around, just out of curiosity. There were some couples having sex, a few people actually just taking a nap, and up on the top level there was a group of people actually playing pool. There were three or four women who looked like swimsuit models, a couple of less interesting guys, and a tall, thin black guy with a nice sized dick between his legs. This guy seemed to be the ringleader of the group.” Don smiled, “That sounds very familiar.” “Yeah, that's what I thought, too,” she laughed. “When he saw me watching, he asked if I would like to play. I said I didn't have time for any complicated games, but I was willing to give it a try if he'd agree to make things interesting.” Laughing, Don said, “He must have loved that.” “Yeah, he grinned and said, 'Of course. What did you have in mind?' And I said, 'Simple 8-Ball. If I win, you and these two other gentlemen cum in my pussy. He smiled and said, 'And if we win?' 'Then,' I said, 'you cum in my ass.'” “I did tell you how well-hung he and Igor were, right?” “Yeah, but I was feeling reckless, and I kind of underestimated things, to be honest. Not my pool skills, mind you,” she laughed. “I suck at pool! I was pretty sure I would lose, but I was feeling cocky, so to speak. The Player's posse watched as we played, and I did better than I thought I would, but still, yeah, he won. I took Peter first, bent over the edge of the pool table, while the girls got Igor and the Player nice and ready, both hard and wet. Then the Asian girl…” “Keiko.” “Right. Keiko got under me and played with my clit as Igor pushed that big cock of his into my ass. I thought I was going to pass out, and then I was coming so hard. He just started fucking me while I was coming, and he kept at it until I felt him pumping a crazy amount of cum up inside me. Then it was the Player's turn. He picked me up and laid me back on the pool table, lifting my butt up so he could fuck my ass and look into my eyes, like you did that night on the Riverboat. The girls got up on the table around me and started kissing and fondling my body while the Player slowly filled my ass and then got down to fucking me. I must have come half a dozen times during this whole thing. When he came it felt like someone had flooded my ass with cum. "When he was done, I was lying there sprawled on the table with cum running out of my ass and a ridiculous smile on my face. I thanked the girls and then said I needed to repay them. I know I was supposed to be focusing on making men come, but they had been so sweet and helpful.” “Naturally.” “Naturally,” Evelyn nodded. “So, I had them each sit on my face so I could make them come, too. While I was licking one, the other two were busy using their mouths and tongues to clean the fellows and me up. They were very thorough! "Anyway, when I was done, they invited me to come along with them to find new games to play, but I explained that I was on a mission, and then what that mission was. At the time, I was thinking I might actually finish my hundred before bedtime. The Player thought this was a fun idea and suggested that I try the theater next door because it was movie night. After grabbing a couple more strawberries and a nice glass of water, I headed over.Evelyn continues telling Don of her task adventures. “It was a bit weird to see so many people gathered to watch porn there in Eros. I mean, they live porn 24/7, right? But there they were. The place wasn't packed but there were quite a few people scattered around in there. When I came in, the scene on the screen was of a young blonde girl giving an enthusiastic blow job to two well hung gentlemen, and in the front row I could see half a dozen men sitting by themselves, idly stroking their hardons. I could see women in the audience too, but I was focused on the gents.“I decided to go right for the middle of the front row. There was a dark-haired guy dead center of the row stroking a long, thick cock for me. It wasn't anywhere near as big as Igor's or the Player's of course, so it looked just the right size. Giving him a smile, I knelt down between his legs and ran my hands over his thighs, then leaned in to kiss and lick his heavy balls and then his shaft. He had gotten it nice and hard already, so I didn't waste too much time before pulling it away from him so I could suck it. This was just an appetizer for me, though, and in another minute, I climbed up on his lap and sank down on his cock. I made a point of riding up and down on him as theatrically as possible. I wanted to get some attention. It helped that he was enthusiastic about helping me out, holding onto my ass and sucking at my tits. "There was a guy sitting in the next row behind us who was now watching me grinding on my new favorite prick more than he was watching the movie. I smiled at him and gestured for him to come closer. He stood up and I saw that he had a hard cock, too.” “What a surprise!” Don chuckled. “I know, right? So, then I was leaning over the guy I was riding to suck on this new cock behind him. If anyone minded someone standing up in front of them no one said anything. It didn't take too long before that guy in row two to hold my head and start fucking himself in and out of my mouth until he was coming. I sucked it all down and gave him a smile as he pulled away. It was then that I noticed that the guys on either side of us had moved closer, to get a better look at the action. Before I knew it, they were on either side of me, perched a bit precariously on the theater chairs so I could suck and stroke their cocks for them. They were also running their hands over my back and butt, which was seriously turning me on. "I turned to the guy on my left and suggested he fuck my ass. He was pretty quick to get down there and push himself up into me. I really tried to concentrate on making the men come, but with that nice big cock up inside me and the cocks in my mouth and ass, I came pretty hard before any of them did. After that, I got pretty busy. The guy in my ass came, and the guy I'd been sucking took his place, but by then there were two more guys on either side of me. I took a moment to ask the guy under me how he was doing but he just grinned and said he was having a great time. "When the guy fucking my ass came, I decided to change things up a bit. I reluctantly climbed off that sweet cock, turned around and sat back on his lap, taking him up my ass. God, that felt good right then! Then, the two guys on either side who I'd been stroking each fucked my pussy until they came. When the second of these guys pulled away, I saw that there was a semi-circle of ten guys standing there watching me all stroking themselves. "I leaned forward and started sucking cock after cock. After a couple of them came down my throat, the next guy pushed me back and shoved himself up into my pussy. He didn't last long and was replaced by the next guy, and then the next. All in all, two of those ten guys came in my mouth and the rest came inside my pussy. I was feeling so insanely slutty, and I just wanted more. "Then I remembered the guy whose hard, thick cock was up my ass. I asked him what he needed to come, and then I was on my hands and knees, getting my ass fucked hard and fast. I played with myself as he banged me, and I came really hard as he pumped a huge load of cum into me. "Damn!” Don breathed again, painfully aware of how hard his cock was as it swayed in front of him while they walked. Evelyn laughed, “Want me to stop?” “Hell no!” “Okay, then… Well, I decided I needed to get cleaned up again, so I left the theater and went down the hall to find that pool you mentioned. You didn't tell me there was a shower room there, though. When I found that, I took the time to get washed up and then went for a swim. Of course, that water was reinvigorating, so I went back on my hunt. "I scored another four guys in the hot tub, and then a train of eight guys while I laid on my back on a weight machine bench. Then it was back to the showers, where I found another three donors for the cause. I was starting to feel a bit worn out by then, though, and wanted to be somewhere I could sleep comfortably before I ran out of steam completely. So, I headed upstairs to check out the bedrooms. "Wouldn't you know it, but I found a room with a nice little nine-person orgy going on. There were five men and four women. I knew I was way over my count for the first day, so I decided I would join this party, maybe get all five of the guys to come for me, but call it quits for the night after that. Since I was the only one with any kind of specific goal in mind, it wasn't too hard to arrange things so each of the guys came for me. I made two of the girls come too, which was nice. After all the hard cocks and fucking, it was very nice to fall asleep between two lovely women with my head resting on a soft breast.” “Nice!” Don smiled. “And if my count is right, you were at eighty already.” “Don, who would be counting such things?” “You would,” he laughed. “I can tell you were keeping score, just from the fact that you can give me all these details.” “Hey, I knew you'd want the story!” Don held up his hands, “Oh, I am definitely not complaining!” “You better not be,” she smirked back at him. “Now, where was I?” “The second day, I think.” “Yeah, well, I woke up the next day and decided to continue my exploration, and found the garden, where I took a swim and cleaned up yet again. I grabbed some fruit and water, then got back to work. I thought about trying that maze game but thought it would take too much time. Still, it looks like fun.” “It is,” Don nodded. “We should try it together sometime.” “I'd like that,” she smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. “Well, I played some more in the pool… I seem to really like fucking in the water here. I got six more guys to give me their cum: four orally and two in my pussy. Then I went back into the Manor and just started looking for available cocks to pounce upon. I blew one guy right in the middle of a hallway, another took me from behind as I leaned against a wall. At one point I was on my hands and knees on a bench in the hallway with a guy behind me and a guy in front of me. When the guy in front of me came, another guy came out of nowhere and took his place. I was still sucking him when the guy behind me came and was replaced by yet another guy. "I came across three guys wandering the halls looking for trouble and led them into the nearest bedroom where I tried to get them all to cum at the same time, but my ass is just too hot, I guess. When I left them, I was in need of yet another shower, and headed for the main bath and steam room. When I got there, there was something of a little orgy going on in the pool, and I dove right in, managing to get fucked there in the water again, but this time being held up between two really fit young men, one in my ass and one in my pussy. That was one of the better orgasms that day. "I went from the pool into the steam room and picked three of the guys there, waving them over to me on the main floor. Once they got down to me, I dropped to my knees and proceeded to move from one to the other, sucking and stroking until they were coming all over me, hot cum splashing all over my face and tits. That was one hundred, I was sure, but I was honestly still horny, so I grabbed one of the guys and had him fuck me from behind as I leaned against a bench and played with myself till I came. "Then, without bothering to get cleaned up, I headed for the front door. As soon as I stepped through, I found myself back in that crazy courtyard outside the Pleasure Dome.” “That's quite a successful mission, I'd say,” Don said. “Yeah,” she smiled at him, and then drew him in for a kiss. “Do you mind if I take a break before I tell you about the next one?” Don noticed that they had walked back around to the poolside. There were a few couples playing leisurely down the way, but closest to them were several single men, just relaxing on their chaise lounges. At least one of them, a tall guy who looked Arabic or Turkish to Don, though he had brown hair rather than black, was eyeing Evelyn openly with a hard cock lying on his belly. Don smiled down at Evelyn, who was already stripping out of her clothes, tossing her top onto the closest lounger, and said, “Mind if I watch?” “You better!” she laughed as she kicked off her boots. Then she was shimmying out of her skirt and diving into the pool. Don saw the tall fellow was both watching Evelyn as she broke the surface, water running over her shoulders and breasts, and looking to see if Don was going to follow her. Don smiled and gestured to indicate that the man could join her if he liked. By the time Don had sat down on the end of the lounger on which Evelyn had deposited her clothes, the tall guy had slipped into the water and moved over to stand talking with her. The man was tall enough that the tip of his erect cock was actually poking up out of the water, and Evelyn was short enough that the water came up to just under her perfect breasts. Don could tell that Evelyn had maneuvered herself so Don could see both of her and the man talking to her. She smiled up at the stranger, and then reached out to start stroking his cock. For just a brief moment she bent down to suck on the head as it bobbed there above the water. She looked up at the tall guy and said something with a smile, and then bent down again to suck him more seriously, dipping her face under the water as she did. Don looked back to the lounges to either side of him and saw that there were now three naked men watching Evelyn and her tall new friend in the water. There were two black guys, the lighter skinned of whom seemed about a decade older than Don, but both of whom were in great shape, and an east Asian man who, going against stereotype, had the longest dick of the bunch. Don caught the eye of the older black guy, who had been sitting beyond the tall guy in the water, and tossed his head to the side, suggesting that he get in there too. With a smile, the man got up and moved to the pool. Don turned to the other side and managed to convey the same idea to the other two guys. Back in the pool, the older black fellow had gotten into the pool and was moving over to next to the tall man. He must have picked up on Don's desire to watch, because he made sure to go to the far side of the couple. Evelyn looked up at him and smiled, then flashed Don a smile, before going back to talk to her two new friends. From the way her body was moving, Don guessed that she was now stroking both cocks, though one of them was a bit lower than the other. Then the other two guys were moving up to join the party. Evelyn looked at them and laughed, smiling again in Don's direction. She was surrounded by eager men who were obviously making themselves busy touching her body under the water. Don gave his aching erection a squeeze but kept things at that for now. In the pool, Evelyn had gone back to sucking on the tall guy's half submerged cock, and the Asian fellow had moved behind her. He seemed to be reaching down to stroke her pussy, and then he was clearly pushing himself into her. Meanwhile, the other two guys continued to caress and fondle her body. Don suspected she was stroking their cocks. Evelyn raised her head and said something that made the tall guy laugh and nod his head. The Asian pulled back and then the four guys were moving with Evelyn over to the side of the pool, not in front of Don, but off to his right just past the nearest corner. The tall guy lifted Evelyn out of the water and sat her on the edge of the pool. As she parted her legs for the darkest fellow to slip up between them and begin going down on her, Evelyn caught Don's eyes and blew him a kiss. Then, the tall guy was kneeling beside her and she turned her head to begin sucking his cock in earnest. The other two guys climbed up next to her and continued to caress and tease her body. The older black guy leaned in and started sucking on one of Evelyn's breasts. Don watched intently as Evelyn took all of the tall guy's cock into her mouth and throat. Then she was coming, her body tensing and her legs clasping the man between them to her tightly. When she finished shaking, she pulled herself up off the cock she'd been sucking and said something to her admirers. While the guy in the pool quickly got up out of the water, the other three helped Evelyn up and moved over to the lounger right next to Don. She gave Don a grin and a wink and told the tall guy, “Farouk, lie down on your back. Excellent.” She straddled the man's long body and lifted his cock so she could push it up into her pussy. She looked over at Don and said, “Do you like watching me suck and fuck, baby?” “God, yes!” Don nodded. “You're amazing.” “His cock feels good up inside me,” she said as she ground on Farouk, working his cock in and out of her. “I'm going to make each of these cocks come. Do you want to see that?” “Hell yeah, I do.” “Good!” she smiled. “Bring that cock over here, Phil. Damn, that's long! Were you fucking me with this? Let me taste it.” Don's own cock ached in his lap as he watched Evelyn's mouth suck in the head of Phil's long organ and then move down it until she had at least half of it in her mouth and down her throat. She pulled back off it and said, “Uh, I like it! Would you like to fuck my ass with this beauty, Phil?” Before Phil could respond she lowered her mouth on him again, bobbing her head up and down on him enthusiastically. When she came back up for air, she looked up at Phil and said, “Get back there, and give me all of this beautiful cock of yours.” As Phil hurried to comply, she said, “Marcus, you gave me such a nice orgasm; you're next. Come over here.” As Phil began to push himself slowly up into Evelyn's ass, she groaned and said, “God, yes, that feels so good. Baby, I've got cock in my pussy and ass, and they're going to fuck me so hard. Aren't you, boys?” The men all nodded enthusiastically and murmured their agreement. “Give me all of that cock, Phil!” she said before turning her attention to the dark black cock Marcus offered her. Don watched as Evelyn's taut muscular body rocked between Farouk and Phil. He watched her legs flexing and her hips grinding against their bodies. He watched her arms as she pushed and pulled against Farouk's shoulders. He watched as her breasts swayed beneath her, her nipples brushing against Farouk's chest. He watched as her throat swallowed occasionally, and her lips moved up and down on Marcus's hard, dark cock. He couldn't resist giving his own hard cock another squeeze. This time, he didn't let it go. Before anyone could come, Evelyn pushed Marcus back and said, “I want to try something, guys. I don't know if it'll work but I've seen it done, so it should be possible.” In a moment, Phil had pulled out of her, and Evelyn had turned around, sinking down on Farouk again, this time with his cock in her ass. “Okay,” she breathed. “Now Phil, fuck my pussy. Damn that feels good! Okay now, pull back almost all the way out. Marcus, can you get between me and Phil now, so you can get your cock in there too?” Don groaned a bit at the very thought of what she was attempting, though he did think Toshia had done something like this in her gangbang with the Sisterhood's men. Watching this though, in person, was so intensely arousing. While Marcus and Phil got themselves all sorted out, Evelyn said, “Come over here, Jeremy. I don't want to leave you out.” She held onto Jeremy's hard cock for a moment as she said, “Okay, nice and easy guys, push in… oh fuck, fuck, fuck! No, don't stop, keep … FUCK!” She dropped her head back onto Farouk's chest as a series of spasms shook her body. Marcus was holding her legs up and Don watched her toes curl up tightly. Her fingers dug into Farouk's forearm just below where he was holding her waist. She must have been squeezing Jeremy's cock very tightly, but he didn't complain. “Oh god,” she breathed. “Okay, fuck me, guys. Give me all you got!” Then, as Phil tried to follow Marcus's lead in moving in and out of Evelyn's tight pussy, and Farouk held on for dear life, Evelyn pulled Jeremy's cock to her mouth and sucked him in hungrily. Soon the two guys fucking her were moving in unison, and Jeremy was holding Evelyn's head in his hands, fucking himself in and out of her mouth. Don's cock was rock hard and aching in his hand. He knew that if he moved it just a bit he would come, but he wanted to wait. He wanted Evelyn to see. Then Evelyn was moaning and shaking again. This time it went on and on, her body clenching and shuddering between the four men, who kept fucking her as she shook, their cocks moving in and out of her body as she came and came. Then, before Evelyn was finished coming, Jeremy groaned, and Don watched as Evelyn tried to swallow the sudden flood of cum being pumped down her throat. There was too much too quick, though, and she choked a bit. Jeremy pulled back, shooting a last gout of pearly white cum over Evelyn's cheek and neck as quite a bit of spunk also spilled out of her mouth. She smiled up at Jeremy and said, “Thank you!” Next, she turned to smile at Don with her cum covered face and said, “One down, baby. How do I look?” “Like a goddess,” he said earnestly. “Damn right,” she grinned. Then she turned her attention to the guys between her legs, who were still fucking steadily in and out of her. “I don't suppose one of you guys likes getting fucked in the ass, do you?” “Sounds fun,” Marcus grinned. “I like your attitude!” Evelyn smiled. “Would you mind fucking Marcus in the ass while he fucks me, Phil?” “No, I could do that,” Phil laughed. “Try to save your cum for me, though, Phil,” she added. Soon, Phil had drawn out of Evelyn and pushed himself up into Marcus's ass. Marcus went back to fucking in and out of Evelyn, and Phil shoved into Marcus each time Marcus drove into her, pulling back in time with his partner. “Yes, that's it!” Evelyn called out, “Fuck me through Marcus! You guys are all going to make me come again! Don, they're going to … oh god!” Then she was climaxing again, and so was Marcus, shoving up into her and groaning as she grabbed at his ass and pulled him in. Don watched as Phil drew out of Marcus, and Marcus pulled out of Evelyn. “No, come here and let me taste that,” Evelyn said before Marcus could collapse on the next lounger over, next to Jeremy. Phil didn't wait for further instructions, but quickly moved in to push himself deep into Evelyn's messy pussy. He must have been about ready to blow when he was fucking Marcus, because it only took a few shoves into Evelyn before he groaned and pulled his long cock out to spray several big splashes of cum onto her belly and tits. “Hum, nice!” she grinned. “Thank you, boys! Now Farouk, you need to come. How do you want me?” In very short order, Evelyn was lying on her back as Farouk lifted her up so he could push his cock into her pussy. She was basically upside down, with her shoulders on the lounger and her head and long red hair over the edge. She was looking at Don as she squeezed her left breast and reached down, or, really, up, to play with her clit as Farouk fucked her hard and fast. She was talking steadily, “Baby, he's fucking me so hard! I'm all covered and full of cum… I'm going to come so hard. Your cock is hard… Won't you come for me, baby? Yes, that's it! Come closer. Come on me, baby! Oh fuck, I'm coming again! Oh god!” Then Farouk and Evelyn were coming together, and Don joined them. He could hold back no longer, and a torrent of hot cum shot out of him to splash over Evelyn's beautiful chest and throat as she cried out with her own climax. Don fell back on his lounger, grinning broadly at Evelyn, who was smiling and laughing in post-orgasmic bliss. He watched her, as Farouk withdrew and as she fell onto the lounger, and as she played with the cum all over her. “I needed that,” she smiled at him. “It turns me on when you watch me.” “I'm glad,” Don laughed. “It really turns me on to watch you.” “Excellent,” she laughed. “Okay, I need to get cleaned up.” “And then you have another story to tell.” “Yes, I do,” she smiled. “Come on, let's have a swim, first.” Chapter 9. The Dark Labyrinth Evelyn shivered a little. She found herself standing naked, her staff in hand, on a broken sheet of granite at the apex of a dreary mountain pass. Looking behind, she saw a long, rocky climb she was happy not to have made. Ahead of her lay a large valley swathed in a grey fog. The path at her feet wound down the slope in front of her until it disappeared in the scraggly trees and low hills. The moist air was unusually cold for Eros, and there was a light breeze chilling her skin, but which seemed to not bother the fog in the valley. Evelyn had been teleported to this remote location at the conclusion of her meeting with the watcher's council, as Don called them. Her assignment was straightforward, if rather enigmatic: “Reach the center of the Dark Labyrinth.” She supposed the labyrinth must be ahead, probably in the valley below. It didn't really make sense for the council to put her here otherwise. With a shrug to herself, she started down the trail. Given the nature of the unpaved and sometimes slippery path, Evelyn was obliged to keep her eyes on the ground and didn't really notice until she was well into it that she had descended into the fog. Looking around, she found herself struck by how actually creepy the landscape appeared in the thick mist. The mostly bare trees were twisted in attitudes that suggested they were clutching upward at the unseen sky above. The rolling, rocky ground was ideal to hide any number of potential hazards. Everything had taken on the grey of the fog; any hint of color was washed out in the twilight. At least without the breeze it was a bit warmer. Still, the mist was XYZ and inevitably Evelyn found herself growing frisky again. After all the sex she'd had lately, particularly during what she was now thinking of as her cock hunt in the Manor just a day ago, she had thought she might be good-to-go for at least a few days, but the moisture gathering on her naked flesh and slowly soaking her thick auburn hair covered her body in a glistening aphrodisiac sheath lightly caressing her with every motion. For a moment, Evelyn considered stopping there on a moss covered rock to relieve some tension, but then remembered her earlier thought about those potential hazards hiding among the rocks and decided she could wait at least a bit longer - perhaps even until she got through the fog. Besides, she thought, one orgasm would only satisfy her for a little while in this situation. As it turned out, it took her over an hour to climb down through the fog until she could look out and see the rest of the valley spread out before her underneath the grey cloud blanketing it. Casting a quick look around to make sure she could actually see her surroundings clearly, Evelyn found a soft enough spot to recline upon. With one hand gripping her staff and her gaze sweeping the area around her, at least to begin with, she slipped her fingers between her legs and then up into herself. Soon she had let go of the staff so she could use both hands - one to shove three fingers into her grasping pussy and the other to frantically stroke her clit. Momentarily careless of the fact that she was out in the open and vulnerable, Evelyn closed her eyes tightly as a blistering orgasm tore through her body, nerves firing wildly and muscles clenching tightly. Her fingers kept fucking and rubbing furiously as she pushed herself on and on, prolonging her ecstasy until she collapsed back on the ground, grinning up at the clouds so close over her. Remembering where she was, Evelyn sat up and looked around frantically, half convinced she would see a bear or wolf creeping up on her. When she was quite sure she was still alone, she noticed that she was still slowly frigging herself. She decided she wanted something harder, more rigid, inside her. Her eyes lit upon her staff then, and she noticed that the end was nicely round and smooth. Soon, Evelyn was lying there on the ground underneath the heavy, leaden cloud cover, naked and pale in the wild grey landscape, strong legs spread, arms taut and reaching downward, incidentally pushing her small, firm breasts together, as she played with her clit and fucked herself with the end of her staff. She cried out as she came again, arching her back and shoving that wooden shaft up into her pussy, squeezing it intensely. Then her teeth were clenching as the orgasm's second and third waves rolled over her. When she finally found herself relaxing, she laughed at how ridiculous she must look, naked in the open with a long wooden stick up her pussy. After Evelyn collected her wits, and took her ersatz dildo out of her vagina, she got up and got a more careful look at her situation. Walking a bit further down the path she'd been following, she came to a tall, bare tree at the head of a long series of rough, uneven stone steps leading down into the valley. Without the masking effect of the fog, she could make out the maze that had been cut or built into the vast majority of the valley. At her crude estimation there were at least fifty miles of twisting pathways there waiting for her. She could see that there were occasional openings and other aberrations, but none of those things allayed her apprehensions. To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica

Victorian Hedonism comes to life. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The two girls held a whispered conference on the big bed, and then Sage was pushing Reyansh away. She said, “Hold on one sec, lover; I want to try something.” There was a very quick rearrangement, during which Don never had to leave Felicia's sweet embrace. Then Sage was laying with her head hanging over the edge of the bed, as Felicia lowered her mouth to Sage's pussy and clit, which she proceeded to lick and suck. Felicia's ass was up in the air, and Don continued to fuck her from behind. Then Sage beckoned to Reyansh, “Bring that big boy over here.”Eager to comply, he lowered his hard cock for Sage so she could take it into her mouth and then her throat. Sage held his hips to keep her from getting carried away, but he was free to fuck her throat, and that's exactly what he began to do, reaching forward to cup and squeeze Sage's tits in his hands. Don looked down to see his relatively thick cock sliding in and out of Felicia's tight pussy, Felicia's perfect ass, her slender back, the back of her head with her adorable pixie cut, Sage's taut abs and strong thighs, her breasts being manhandled by Reyansh, her beautiful throat as she let him use it, and Reyansh's dark, athletic body as he worked himself in and out of Sage. It was a beautiful spectacle! Don could tell from the way Felicia was moving her right arm that she was fingering Sage as she licked. It didn't take too long before one of Sage's hands went from Reyansh's hip to the top of Felicia's head, and then it was only a minute longer before Sage was writhing on the bed between Felicia and Reyansh as she had a long, intense orgasm. As she shook and trembled, Reyansh pulled his now dripping wet cock out to let her breath. “Damn! That was a good one!” Sage breathed. “It looked like it,” Don grinned from across the bed. Sage sat up and grinned back at him, before curling up to grab Felicia's face and kiss her deeply. Reyansh got up on the bed behind Sage and coaxed her up onto her hands and knees. Then the two women were kissing in the middle of the bed as the two men fucked them from behind. No one was trying to come; they were just enjoying themselves kissing and fucking. After a little bit of this, Sage broke the kiss, and looked over Felicia's shoulder, smiled at Don and asked, “Are you enjoying her hot pussy, Don?” “Oh yes!” he grinned. “Are you enjoying Reyansh's big dick inside you?” “You know,” she laughed. “I really am.” “Good!” “I agree, but I was thinking… You know how I had all those dicks fucking me earlier?” “I do,” Don nodded. “It was very hot!” “Yeah it was! But I don't remember sweet Felicia here having more than one dick at any time.” “Is that right?” “Reyansh,” Sage asked over her shoulder, “did you see Felicia getting more than one cock?” “No, I certainly didn't.” All through this exchange, Felicia had done little more than giggle and push back on Don's cock. “Well, this won't do at all,” Sage decided. “Stop fucking me and get over here and feed Felicia your cock.” Don held still until Reyansh was in position, but then he went back to fucking little Felicia harder, shoving her forward onto the cock in her mouth and throat. Sage crawled over to him and kissed him deeply before bending down to reach under Felicia to play with her clit. Before they could get Felicia to the breaking point, though, Sage stopped and asked Don, “She's got a pretty tight little ass, do you think you can fit inside it?” “I could certainly try,” Don laughed. Felicia murmured her approval around Reyansh's cock. “Don't be so quick, sweetie,” Sage said. “You're going to have a cock in your pussy too.” Felicia's murmur was more enthusiastic, and she managed to nod her head rather emphatically. In another minute, Sage had Reyansh lie on his back and then Felicia mount him, bending forward so Don could push his cock, slippery with Felicia's juices, slowly up into her very tight, very hot ass. Sage leaned on Don's shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Fuck her ass good, baby. Make her come between you two studs!” “Yes, ma'am,” Don grinned, and proceeded to begin fucking Felicia's ass intently. Long, slow strokes gradually became shorter and faster. All the while Felicia was rocking her pelvis between the two men and groaning with pleasure. Sage move around to get down on her hands and knees so she could kiss Felicia, who could do little but let herself be kissed. “Do you like having those cocks fucking you?” Sage asked. “Yes,” Felicia moaned. “It feels so good.” “Are you going to come on their hard cocks?” “Uh huh,” Felicia breathed. “Very soon.” “Do it, baby!” Sage said as she stroked Felicia's pretty face. “Come for us!” “Oh god, yes!” Felicia cried as her body began to spasm between the two men. She shook and clenched, her pussy and ass pulling and grasping at the cocks inside her. Sage leaned in again and kissed her deeply. “Good girl,” she smiled. Then she looked over Felicia's shoulder and asked, “Did you come? No? What about you down there? No? Well! We'll have to fix that, won't we? You two were partners in the game, right? You met in Rendezvous, right? Very good. Don and I are partners too, so I think we should finish this swap right. Reyansh, I want you to give me your cum wherever you want, and Don, you come for Felicia.” Don slowly drew out of Felicia's ass so she could let Reyansh get out from under her. He took her in his arms and asked her, “Where do you want me to come, Felicia?” “Please fuck my ass some more, Don,” she said as her hand went to his cock. “But let me ride you.” In short order, Don was lying next to Sage. She had her legs wrapped around Reyansh's waist, while he held her wrists up over her head as he drove into her pussy. Don was holding his cock erect for Felicia, who was squatting over him, pushing her tight ass down over his flaring head and thick shaft. Felicia leaned back with her hands on Don's thighs and began to raise and lower herself on him. Reyansh was driving into Sage's pussy with abandon, grinding against her clit and surely bottoming out in her grasping pussy. He was looking into her eyes as he fucked her harder and faster. Soon, both of them were groaning and clenching on the bed next to Don and Felicia as Sage's pussy was eagerly pulling a flood of hot cum out of Reyansh's cock. Don found the fact that he was lying next to Sage as she climaxed on another man's cock intensely erotic. The thought that she was yet again getting filled with cum only made the situation hotter! Don began to arch his back to fuck up into Felicia's ass, and reached down to use his thumb to play with her clit. Then there was motion on the bed next to them, and Sage leaned across Don to replace his thumb with her mouth on Felicia's clit. Reyansh stood up on the bed and offered Felicia his cock to clean off. Don lay back and watched the beautiful woman riding his cock take Reyansh's cummy cock into her mouth and suck on it hungrily, and felt Sage's fingers against the base of his cock as she pushed them up into Felicia's pussy. Then Felicia was coming again, moaning around the cock in her mouth and pushing down on Don. This was all Don could take and he felt his body shoving up into her ass as his balls tightened and his cock swelled inside her. Then he was arching his back, pushing up on Sage and into Felicia as he erupted, pumping a geyser of hot cum up into her. Very slowly, assisted by Reyansh, a quivering Felicia fell backwards, letting Don's cock slip out of her. Sage immediately caught it and took it into her mouth, claiming the last of his cum for herself. When she managed to get up on one arm and look at Don, Sage smiled and said, “Another shower?” Don laughed, utterly smitten by the sleepy, well-fucked look in her eyes and her messy mane of red hair, and said, “Sure, but if you think you're getting more sex out of me…” She kissed him quickly and said, “We'll see about that.” Then she was clambering over him and pulling him out of the bed. Reyansh was lying there cradling Felicia in his arms, and Sage called back to them, “Don't take all the covers; we'll be back.” As the water poured over them, in a brief break in their making out and hurried cleaning, Sage looked up at him and asked, “So, out in the other world… um, are you seeing anyone?” Don chuckled, bent down to kiss her, and then picked her up. She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, sinking down on his cock. Don's hands gripped her ass and slowly raised and lowered her. He smiled and said, “Well, I have this relationship with Toshia that's gotten interesting, but, as you know, she's got a girlfriend, but, actually, I was thinking I would like to be seeing you. If you're free, that is.” “I think we can work something out,” she smirked. “I take it we're going to be swingers, or something like that.” “That does seem to be the way things are going,” he kissed her again. “How does that sound to you?” “Hum, pretty damn good. Just remember…” “I belong to you,” he nodded. “Aye, and, for the record, in case you were wondering, vice versa,” she said as she flexed herself against him, working up and down and grinding against the base of his cock. Don grinned, “Yeah, I worked that out.” “But we share.” “Right.” “And if we get a chance, we're banging the hell out of Toshia,” she said. “Of course.” “Good,” she kissed him. “Now fuck me. I want to have one more orgasm before we go to bed.” “Greedy girl,” he smiled. “Hell yeah!” “There was a lot more sex on the Riverboat, and we spent some time at the Resort.” “Did she really say that about me?” Toshia asked. “I swear,” Don chuckled. “Uh, I do like the sound of that,” she smiled. “But you were saying.” “Yeah, we did the Jungle Room, naturally, and I showed her the Temple. She got gangbanged in the Grotto, which is a very wet area, as you might expect.” “How many guys? In the gangbang, I mean.” “It's not a competition, you know,” Don laughed. Toshia rolled her eyes at him. “There were about a dozen, plus me.” “Yes! Still the champion!” Toshia grinned. “Well, that was before her trials, so…” “Doesn't count,” Toshia said. “Seriously?” “I have ruled. Okay, you can go on with the story.” Chapter 7. Lady Primrose's Earrings As he and Sage made their way to the Crimson Mountain, Don was acutely aware of their impending separation, and the fact that they might remain apart for quite some time. Accordingly, he made sure they had a variety of plans for meeting up, if possible, leaving messages, when the opportunity presented itself, etc. Passing through the Manor they would leave word with the Scholar, and then linger about there at least for a few days. Passing through the Resort they would both check in with the Sheriff and leave word with the Sage. “I'll try to remember that,” Sage laughed. “Yeah, and I'm trying to get used to thinking of you as Evelyn,” Don smiled. Don also told her about the Wizard as a potential ally whose home might be a good meeting place, and the Witches of the Glen who might be helpful. Of course, they also thought the Maidenhead might be useful, even if they couldn't be too sure it would long remain in Megan's control. In turn, Evelyn told him about a cafe in the bazaar on the far side of the sea, and they agreed to check in at the tavern on the beach and Ambrosia's when in the vicinity of Rendezvous. When they got to the locker rooms in the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King, they bathed, but Don made a point of retrieving the staffs the Wizard had given him and Shelonda what seemed so long ago. Stephanie had had no real experience with such things, and Nicole was positively averse to using any kind of weapon. Evelyn, though, had some martial arts training, though it was mostly in aikido, and definitely had no problem with weapons. “Too bad we don't have swords,” she mused as she spun the enchanted wooden staff in her hands. Having been made for Shelonda, it was just about the perfect size for Evelyn. “God, you're hot!” Don grinned as he admired the way the muscles in her arms and wrists moved as she played with the staff. “Oh, we should have gotten bows and arrows from the elves!” Don groaned, “Ugh, why didn't I think of that?” She laughed, “Well, you're not the only one who didn't.” “On the other hand,” he mused, “it doesn't seem like we're very likely to be called upon to fight anyone. Still, an unbreakable staff can be a useful tool.” “Hard wood can definitely be good to get your hands on,” she smirked. It turned out that, as long as they bathed and were naked, the red-robed servitors had no problem with letting them proceed into the Pleasure Dome and seemed to pay no attention at all to the staffs. “Holy hell!” Evelyn breathed as they entered the vast chamber, momentarily stunned by the scale of both the room and the orgy going on in it. “Yeah,” Don nodded. They proceeded to the circular couch in the middle of the dome, Evelyn taking in the spectacle as they went. “The king's throne is that away, but I want to see if we can just ride the sofa up,” Don said. “But first, come with me. I want to have some time with you before we head up.” He led her down to the base of the stairs, where they set their staffs off to the side, out of the way but close at hand, and made love for what might be the last time in a long while. Though a few of the other revelers offered to join in, Don and Evelyn kept to themselves this time. When they were finally worn out, they made a quick trip to the nearest fountain to clean up and then returned to the sofa. With their staffs across their laps, and their hands tightly clasped, they rode the couch up to the waiting room. “Damn!” Evelyn grinned. “This is not safe at all!” “I'm starting to suspect it's not actually that dangerous,” laughed Don, “but I'm not about to test that theory.” “Good! I'll be pissed at you if you kill yourself testing something like that.” “Aw that makes me all warm inside,” he grinned. “Oh, you're right, this is a bit anticlimactic,” Evelyn said as they came to a halt in the waiting room. “Told ya,” he smiled. “Hi, Gladys! Miss me?” After a wait that seemed both rather too long and excruciatingly quick, Gladys announced that ‘they' were ready to see Evelyn. She took her staff and got up, but Don pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. He gave her ass a long squeeze, smiled, and said, “Don't forget me, gorgeous.” “Unhand me, sir!” she laughed. “I will not be kissed and fondled by strangers!” “Well, that's just not at all true,” he grinned and kissed her again, focusing all his passion for her in this one last embrace. Don watched her exquisite ass as she crossed to the “Interviews” door, smiled encouragingly as she looked back before going through, and tried to ignore the ache in his chest. He had gotten very fond of Evelyn indeed. Eros, and his own schemes, kept separating him from loved ones—first Toshia, then Shelonda and Nicole, and now Sage… Evelyn. He was as down as he had been in Eros when Gladys let him know that he could go in and wasn't in much better of a mood as he sat down opposite Pamela and the other watchers. He kept his hand on his staff, just in case he was abruptly teleported away. Task Two: Lady Primrose's Earrings. “Welcome back, Don,” Pamela nodded. “I would say that you completed your first trial with flying colors. We expected you to sleep with Captain Sage, not convince her to come back here with you and undertake her own set of trials.” “I didn't really convince her,” Don frowned. Pamela shrugged, “That's not really important. You did, clearly, finish the task adequately. We assume you're ready for your second trial…?” Don nodded, “Yes. Bring it on.” “We want you to bring us Lady Primrose's emerald earrings.” “Uh, Lady Primrose? I've never heard of her,” Don worried. “How will I find her or her earrings?” “That might well be part of the trial, Don,” Pamela pointed out. “However, in this case, we'll help you with that.” “I appreciate that,” Don smiled. “Is there anything else I should know?” “There is quite a lot you should know.” Don arched his eyebrow at the hint of a sense of humor, then said, “Okay, I guess I'm ready.” “One more thing, though, Don: no more strays.” Then Don found himself standing in the middle of a street in what seemed like a small English town. It seemed to be early morning. The buildings had a decidedly quaint English countryside feel to them, and Don suddenly realized that he was fully clothed, wearing khaki slacks, shoes and socks, and a pastel polo shirt, with a light sweater tied by its sleeves around his shoulders. He was still holding his staff. Between the clothes and the mundanity of the town, Don thought this was the oddest place he'd yet seen in Eros. “Just a little town?” Toshia frowned. “That does seem strange.” “Oh, believe me, it gets weirder,” Don chuckled. The Town of Shagbottom There seemed to be some larger buildings down the road, so Don headed that way, in the hope of finding someone who could direct him to a “Lady Primrose.” As he went, he found himself enjoying the peace and quiet, and noticed that there were birds singing. All in all, it was a very pleasant locale. He was walking down the middle of the street—there didn't seem to be any sign of cars—and had just cleared the first intersection, when he finally saw signs of human life. The front door of the house on Don's right opened and out stepped a tall, thin fellow wearing a dark business suit and carrying a briefcase. This man turned around to receive a kiss goodbye from a woman wearing a brightly flowered dress, and then headed down a paved walkway through his neatly manicured front yard toward the street. Up and down the street, Don saw this basic ritual played out again and again over the next couple of minutes. Apparently, all the men in this town… no, there were a few women, also in business suits… left home at pretty much the same time in the morning, to go to work…? Half expecting everyone to head off in the same direction, Don paused in the street to watch as the townsfolk joined him. However, they seemed to have different destinations in mind. The man who had come out first turned right at the street, walked down three houses, crossed the street, looked both ways to make sure no one was paying attention to him, pushed open the front gate in front of him, and quickly made his way to the front door of that house, loosening his tie as he went. Every person seemed to have a similar course of action, going from their “home” to another house in the neighborhood, in a bizarre, chaotically choreographed pattern. After a minute or two, Don was again alone in the street. “Well, okay then,” he chuckled before continuing down the street. At what Don assumed was the center of town, he found establishments with names like “The Shag' Odeon,” “Mabel's Sundries,” “The Morning Whip” (with a sign adding, “Start Your Day with the Crack of Dawn!”), and “The Cum Inne.” Don considered where to begin but quickly decided that the apparent newspaper was so different from what he would normally expect in Eros that he had to start there. He pushed the door open, triggering a bell overhead, and a pale woman with dark red hair brushing her shoulders looked up from her desk behind a counter, smiled, and with a very English accent said, “Good morning. Welcome to Shagbottom!” Although Toshia would later fail miserably, Don managed to not laugh at this, but did have to pause and say, “Pardon me?” “Welcome to Shagbottom!” she repeatedly cheerfully. “Do you have some news to report?” “Ah, no, but… the name of this town is Shagbottom?” “That's right: Shagbottom of county Wrenchester.” “Okay,” Don was having an extremely hard time keeping a straight face. He looked back out the window that made up the front of the shop, saw the theater sign again, and just shook his head. Thinking of the other signs, he asked, “The inn's name… what's the abbreviation for?” “To shorten a longer word,” said a voice with another English accent from a woman who popped out from behind a shelf that was heavy with stacks of papers. She had lovely brown skin and black wavy hair that was cut short. She continued, “You know how you might want to save space, so instead of writing out all of ‘abbreviation,' you just use a-b-b-r period.” Don pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Yes, thank you, but I meant 'what does the c-u-m period stand for in the hotel's name?'” “Oh,” the darker woman frowned. “You know, I'm not terribly sure. Ophelia?” The other woman looked up again, “Oh, hello Anna. I'm over here.” “Good morning,” Anna said as she moved closer to the front of the shop and the counter that separated the women from Don. “Do you know what the abbreviation in the inn's name stands for?” “Oh, excellent,” Ophelia smiled. “How many letters?” “Well, more than three, I should think,” Anna said. “That doesn't narrow things down much, does it?” frowned Ophelia. “Do you have any of the letters?” “Well, c-u-m, clearly,” Anna cast a sideways look at Don and shook her head. “'Cummerbund'?” “That seems a bit of a stretch,” Anna said. “Don't cummerbunds usually stretch a bit?” “Well, yes, I suppose, but that's not really to the point, is it?” “'Cumberbatch'?” “Don't be ridiculous, dear; that's not even a word.” “'Cumulative'?” “'The Cumulative Inne'?” “Why ever not?” Ophelia wanted to know. “It doesn't make sense.” “It certainly does,” Ophelia said a bit defensively. “'My score of twenty was the cumulative in our four games.'” Anna shook her head in exasperation. “That's not well said, though, is it?” Ophelia shrugged. “In any case,” Anna persisted. “We were talking about 'inn' with two ns, and sometimes a silent e.” “We were? Why didn't you say so?” “This gentleman here was asking about the name of the inn. What did you think we were talking about?” “Abbreviations, wasn't it?” “Well, yes,” Anna nodded with some exasperation, “but one abbreviation in particular.” “I see,” Ophelia said thoughtfully. “But then, if this is the abbreviation about which we're inquiring, it might be the abbreviation of someone's name, mightn't it?” “I suppose that's true, love. Good point,” Anna smiled. “But then why couldn't it be 'Cumberbatch'?” Anna's eyes threatened to roll all the way up into her skull as she exclaimed, “That's the most ridiculous name ever! Who would ever consent to call themselves such a ludicrous thing?!” “Well, who are we to judge?” Ophelia shrugged. “I don't suppose you would object to someone's being called Cumberbatch if she had a very nice pair of tits, or if he had a big pecker, now would you?” “What are you trying to say, exactly?” “One shouldn't judge someone on the basis of their name, but on the things that really make them who they are,” Ophelia smiled, clearly thinking she had won this round. “I'm not suggesting one should judge anyone on the basis of their name, Ophelia. I'm saying that we should judge their name on the basis of its being quite ridiculous. 'Cumberbatch' indeed!” Before things could get any more heated, Don, who was having a very hard time not laughing, interjected with, “Ladies, please! I really don't need to know about the inn.” The two women glowered at each other for a moment, and Anna took the opportunity to clearly mouth the word “ridiculous” at Ophelia, before she said, “Very well. Good morning, sir. How may we be of service?” The first thing that occurred to Don when Anna asked him that was that this was the first time someone had given him an innuendo-laden opening like that while completely dressed in a long time. Surely, he could probably say he could use a blowjob, and at least one of the two attractive women would be happy to oblige. This was Eros, after all. On the other hand, the fact that they were dressed, and he actually had a mission to accomplish, led him to the conclusion that he probably should get some information out of the two of them, if that was actually possible. He was about to ask about Lady Primrose, when Don realized he wanted to ask about something else first. “I was wondering, what exactly do you do here?” “We write and print the daily newspaper, of course,” Anna smiled. “Very good,” Don nodded, “and what goes in the newspaper?” “All the news!” Ophelia enthused. “We keep the good people of Shagbottom informed on all the goings on.” “Such as?” “What's playing at the 'Odeon, any new toys at Mabel's, notices of special events,” Ophelia started. “Coverage of said events,” Anna added as she leaned on the counter in front of Don. She had undone a few buttons of her blouse. Ophelia got up and began moving toward her partner, as she continued with, “The daily lottery results, the crossword, interviews with prominent citizens…” “And of handsome newcomers,” Anna smiled. “Oh, that's a good idea, Anna,” Ophelia nodded. Don smiled back at them, flattered by the attention and amused by the turn toward more typically Erosian matters. Then, though, he realized he had more questions. He started with, “What kind of special events?” “Socials, parties…” Anna said. “Garden parties!” Ophelia cut in. “Well, yes, those are included in parties, aren't they dear?” “Naturally, but aren't socials just another sort of party?” Ophelia asked. “I think it's the other way 'round,” Anna frowned. “Either way 'round, then, you started it.” Don decided to jump in before the conversation got too far afield again. “So, mostly parties, eh? Anything else?” “Most of the special events are parties, it's true,” Anna nodded. “They're very nice parties, though,” Ophelia said. She had followed Anna's lead and started unbuttoning her top. “Everyone has such a splendid time.” Don smiled at them, guessing that the parties in Shagbottom probably turned into orgies at some point. He decided to ask, “And you said something about a lottery…?” “Oh yes, that's very important, of course,” Anna nodded, as she shrugged her blouse off her lovely brown shoulders, exposing her full breasts. “What do lottery winners win?” Don asked, taking a step toward the counter and the women as he untied the arms of the sweater around his neck. “What do they win?” Ophelia was a bit confused. She had tossed her top aside and was now shimmying out of her pencil skirt. “Oh, it's not that kind of lottery exactly,” Anna said as she stood up from removing her own skirt. She pushed a sheet of paper across the counter to Don and said, “Here.” On the page were two columns of addresses. Don looked at them as he took off his shirt but couldn't see any pattern or meaning. Anna hopped up on the counter, and pointed to the left column, saying, “This is each couple's address…” “Well, if they picked up their ticket for the day,” Ophelia pointed out. She had moved over to a gate in the counter Don hadn't paid any attention to and was coming over to Don's side of the room. “Yes, certainly, it wouldn't do at all to make people play who didn't want to,” Anna smiled as she spun around on the counter, her long, stockinged legs and stiletto-heeled shoes flying over Don's head. Don smiled at briefly at the sight of Anna's bare, pink pussy, and then realized, “Oh, the other column is the addresses of where people go for the day when they leave in the morning.” “Exactly,” Anna smiled as she spread her legs and scooted up to the edge of the counter. She crooked a finger at Don and asked, “Care to join us for our early morning break…? Oh, how rude of us! What was your name?”Gretchen's Hospitality at Lady Primrose's Estate. Toshia couldn't help but laugh all through the story of Don's encounter with Anna and Ophelia. By the time he was wrapping that up, the two of them had stopped and sat down on a bench in a secluded part of the park. If it had been a bit more secluded, Toshia thought she'd probably break her rule and give Don a blowjob right here. All the sex shenanigans she was picturing had gotten her rather worked up, and she really just wanted to suck on his cock. Of course, that wasn't all she wanted to do… It wasn't that secluded, though, so she managed to behave. However, she did enjoy snuggling up against him, his arm around her shoulders, as he continued his story.“So, yeah,” he said, “after the early morning break, and with a lot of patience, I was able to learn that Shagbottom was basically a rather stable community of people who paired up, somehow, and then enjoyed a rather thorough swinging lifestyle. Each day, but just during the day, they swapped partners, if they participated in the lottery the day before. They rejoined their ‘spouses' at night. Every few days there were social events, or parties, that were pretty much excuses for more partner swapping and/or orgies.” “It sounds like your kind of place,” Toshia smiled. “And not yours?” “Well, yeah, that was implied.” It was afternoon, the three of them had given up on clothing, Don was reclining in a chair with Anna curled up in his lap, and Ophelia was sprawled across her desk with a happy post orgasmic smile on her face, when Don finally got around to, “So, I need to find a Lady Primrose…” “Oh, yes, she's lovely!” Anna purred enthusiastically and bit sleepily. “Her garden parties are the best!” Ophelia added. “She makes sure to invite everyone in town.” “You'll like her,” Anna nodded. “She's the sweetest, poshest lady.” “Folks say the garden parties aren't even the sexiest ones she has,” Ophelia rolled onto her side to look at Don with a conspiratorial glimmer in her eye. “She has masked balls with lords and ladies from all over. It's all very classy and mysterious!” “Oh, hush, Ophelia,” laughed Anna. “That's just gossip. Lady Primrose doesn't put on airs. She's just a nice, friendly, normal person.” It was time for Don to reinsert himself in the conversation. “Well, can you tell me where to find her?” “Of course,” Anna chuckled. “She'll be up at Heolfor House, if she's not traveling.” “And you can direct me to this ‘Heolfor House'?” Anna kissed the side of Don's neck and said, “Certainly, but don't you want to stay for Hazel and Bob's get-together tonight?” Of course, it was nearly impossible for Don to resist such an enticing invitation. It turned out that Hazel had a hankering for bukkake that night and Don was happy to help the local men scratch that itch. By the time he set off down the road for Heolfor House he had decided that the odd little town of Shagbottom was quite the friendly place. The Morning Whip's headline that morning read “Stranger Comes to Town, & All Over Hazel's Tits.” Heolfor House The walk from Shagbottom to the side road that bore a sign reading “Heolfor House” was long enough to discourage idle wandering in but short enough to be a pleasant walk through the countryside. Don thought he must look quite mundane with his clothes and walking staff, and he had to admit this was perhaps the most “normal” day he had spent in Eros so far. He paused at the signpost and wondered where the road would take him if he just kept walking. With a shrug, Don decided that would have to wait for a return trip to the county of Wrenchester and started up the much narrower path toward Heolfor House. Flowering trees grew close to the path, spreading their branches overhead, making for a lovely, shady walk. On the left, through the trees, Don could make out what looked like a cemetery, with a carefully manicured lawn and ornate headstones, as well as what seemed to be moss-covered tombs. The many flowering shrubs and the sunshine gave it a very welcoming appearance, offsetting the fact that this was the first indication of anything like mortality in Eros. Don doubted that anyone was really buried there, but surely someone must have graveyard fantasies to live out. He filed this away to ask about when he got the chance. At the end of the path, Don came to a big arch of heavy rocks that seemed quite ancient, as if the archway predated the path and even the surrounding forest by millennia. Certainly, it seemed much, much older than what Don found on the other side, and what Don found looked pretty old. A broad gravel path spread out in front of him leading directly up to the front of an enormous manor house. There seemed to be three main floors, with smaller floors above and twin towers rising on either end of the facade. All along the edge of steepled roof were spiky ornamentations. Heavy curtains hung in the many windows, and the stonework emphasized both the run of the floors and the way the mansion rose up over the viewer. In retrospect, the Manor had had a southern French, or Mediterranean, feel, while this was decidedly English. The fact that there was a fountain between him and the entrance to the building as well as exquisitely groomed green hedges spreading out around this courtyard somehow only slowly came into Don' attention. There was just something about Heolfor House that drew his attention. Even though the day was sunny and warm, and he knew he was still in Eros, there was somehow something off about this building. It just didn't seem to fit, though Don had to admit that it actually seemed a perfect fit for the whole English countryside fantasy. Anyone who had any Upstairs, Downstairs or Downton Abbey kinks would love this place! Skirting the fountain, Don crossed to the big double doors and pressed the button on one side. When there was no response, he pressed again. He was about to press a third time when the door on the right opened enough for a tall, bald man in a dark suit to look out at Don with clear disapproval. “Hello,” Don smiled. “I'm, uh, hoping to speak with Lady Primrose.” “Are you expected, sir?” the man said. His tone clearly indicated that he knew full well what the answer would be. “No, I'm afraid not.” The man, who Don was assuming must be a butler, gave him a look that conveyed the fact that Don's existence in that moment and place was quite possibly the most inconvenient thing in the universe. He said none of this, though, but only said, “Her ladyship is not receiving callers at the moment.” “Would it be possible for me to wait?” Don smiled again. “Of course, it would, sir,” the butler frowned, clearly annoyed that he was being asked such a trivial question. There was a long pause, before Don decided he would have to prod further. “May I wait, perhaps inside?” The butler's expression never changed but his eyes managed to tell Don that he was personally contributing a great deal to the overall misery in the world. Still, he intoned, “Certainly, sir, please do come in.” The entry hall was, of course, massive, with an extremely high vaulted ceiling from which a dazzling chandelier hung. Dark wood paneling covered every surface, and broad curving stairways flowed up to the second floor. Paintings and tapestries hung on the walls. After getting his name, the butler led Don to the left, pushed open a tall, slender door, and said, “If you would be so kind as to wait here, sir.” Don stepped into a narrow high-ceilinged sitting room with thick, dark carpeting and a large fireplace taking up most of the right-hand wall. The sunlight from one window cut the room in half; what wasn't glowing brightly was almost black in contrast. Tiny motes of dust floated lazily in the yellow light. As the butler shut the door behind him, Don stepped toward the window, hoping to get a look out at the gardens he thought must be outside. But as he drew near, a voice addressed him in a cultured British accent, “Here for the party?” Don turned and peered into the shadowy corner to the right, opposite the door by which he'd entered. He took a couple of steps, out of the sunlight, and said, “Party?” “Just calling to pay your respects, then?” said the dark-haired man in the corner. He was slouched in an armchair. There was a woman kneeling between his legs with her head in his lap. He was wearing black slacks and a dark shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing an athletic chest and abs. She was wearing a pastel blue, backless dress, and had light blonde hair. She was quite intent on the blowjob she was giving. “I suppose that's right,” Don nodded in answer to the man's question. “There's a party, though?” “That's right, tonight,” the man held up his finger as he closed his eyes and smiled. After a long moment of silence, he said, “Everyone who's anyone will be there. Get up, Cessily' and say hello to our new American friend.” The blonde stood up easily, took a step back and turned to smile at Don. She wiped a bit of cum away from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and said, “Hello there.” The dark-haired gentleman stood up, tucking his cock back in his trousers, and crossed to Don and extended his hand. As Don shook his hand, the other man said, “Lucien, and this is my sister Cessily.” Don suddenly had a number of questions but couldn't decide which to ask first and what was clearly rude, so he just said, “Don. I'm very pleased to meet you.” Cessily glided up next to her brother and smiled at Don with the kind of open sexual interest he'd grown so used to in Eros. She batted her brown eyes at him and said, “It's so good to have some fresh blood for one of these parties.” “Oh, well, I'm honored, I think,” Don smiled. Cessily was certainly charming. “I'm really just here to have a chat with Lady Primrose.” “Ah, well, it is her party,” Lucien smiled, with much the same undercurrent as his sister's smile. “There's no reason you can't have your cake and eat it too, is there?” Don frowned a little as he tried to sort out Lucien's question, but then the butler cleared his throat on the other side of the room. Don peered through the light, couldn't see clearly enough, took a few steps in that direction. The butler didn't wait for him, but said, “Sir, her ladyship is indisposed, but asks you to accept her invitation to tonight's party.” “That would be great,” Don smiled. “I'm afraid I don't have the proper attire, though.” The butler paused, as if to make it clear that Don was continuing to make his life an unendurable hell, and said, “We will endeavor to correct that situation, sir.” “Oh, well, that's great,” Don nodded. He turned back to say something to Lucien and Cessily, but they had already left, presumably through the door Don now noticed between the armchair in the corner and the fireplace. With a quick shrug, Don followed the butler back out to the entry foyer. Picking up a bell from a little table in the corner, the butler rang twice and then waited until a young woman in a black and white French maid outfit hurried in through a door at the foot of the far staircase. She was short, but had very nice long legs, and had dark brown hair that was pulled back into a bun and seemed to be quite long. She wore a black choker around her lovely, thin neck. She was trying to straighten her uniform as she hurried over to the butler and Don. “Gretchen, please show this gentleman to an available room and help him prepare for the party,” the butler said in a way that seemed to imply that Don would need a great deal of help indeed. “Yes, sir, of course sir,” Gretchen said with an adorable English accent as she bobbed her head and managed to smile at Don, batting lovely blue eyes up at him all the while. She began to turn toward the stairs, and said, “Please come this way, sir.” Quite happily, Don followed the young woman up the stairs, using the time to admire her gorgeous legs with the stockings that ran up to the middle of her firm thighs and the way her bare bottom and the lower lips of her pussy could be seen peeking out from under her short skirt. Gretchen led Don up several flights of stairs and then down a shadowed hall with a big window at the end, turning at last to a door, which opened to a large bedroom. “You may use this room during your stay, sir,” Gretchen smiled. “There are clothes here in the closet.” She opened the door to an enormous walk-in closet and led the way in. There were indeed quite a few suits available and, given his experience in Eros, Don had little doubt that he would find something that fit him nicely. Then Gretchen was bending at the waist in front of him, saying, “And down here are shoes.” Don couldn't resist reaching out and running his hand over her perfect, pale behind. When she did nothing to pull away, he gave her bum a squeeze and then lightly ran his finger over her labia. He could feel that they were already dewy, and there was a bit of pearly cum leaking out of her. Don remembered her straightening her uniform and realized what she must have been up to before the butler had summoned her. Don parted her lips and smeared some of the cum he found there down over her clit. “Uh, that feels very nice, sir,” Gretchen purred. “If you don't mind my saying so, sir.” “Oh, I don't mind at all,” Don chuckled. Since she didn't move away or stand up, Don pushed his thumb into her cummy pussy and started using his fingers to play with her clit in earnest, caressing and squeezing her young ass with his left hand. Gretchen pushed back toward him and murmured, “Oh, sir!” Somewhat clumsily from recent lack of experience, Don undid his pants with his left hand to free his now rather hard prick from its confines. He hadn't had any sex all morning and early afternoon, which in Eros seemed a rather long time, and the way this very fetching young woman was bent over in front of him and responding to his manual stimulation was easily enough to inspire a nearly painful erection. Without waiting for any further invitation, Don pushed his cock down and replaced his thumb in her pussy with the head of his penis. As he pushed into Gretchen from behind, she moaned happily and pushed back against him. With the heat of her tight, wet vagina wrapped around him, Don fought off the physical impulse to come immediately, but only barely. Soon, Gretchen was supporting herself with her left hand on the low cupboard that housed the shoes she'd been showing Don while the fingers of her right were strumming furiously across her clit, and Don was plowing into her violently, holding her slender waist in his hands and pulling her petite body back onto his straining cock. Don suspected her earlier play had been interrupted before she was able to climax because it didn't take long at all before she was shuddering and gasping as she came on him. Then she was on her knees in front of him, one hand on the base of his thick shaft pumping him, as she sucked enthusiastically on his head. Her pretty little face was intensely sexy as she looked up at him with her lovely blue eyes. “Oh, God!” Don groaned as he felt himself swelling in her hand and mouth. Gretchen pulled back off him, but began to stroke him even harder, and said, “Yes, sir, please come for me.” Instinctively, Don pushed forward as his whole body clenched around the base of his cock. Gretchen smiled up at him and kept stroking his shaft until she was rewarded by an explosive gout of cum shooting out and across her sweet face. Don trembled and groaned as another burst of cum splashed onto her and then another. Still looking up at him with her blue eyes, Gretchen sucked his cock back into her mouth and proceeded to swallow the rest of his orgasm. When she finally released him, she said, “Thank you very much, sir.” “Wow!” Don breathed. “And thank you, Gretchen.” He thought to ask her to call him 'Don,' but he decided he quite liked the way she said 'sir.' “It's my pleasure, sir,” she laughed as she stood up. She paused a moment to lick some cum off her lips and to wipe some off her nose. She promptly sucked her finger clean, and then said, “Perhaps you would like me to draw you a bath, sir.” Naturally, for Eros, the room came equipped with a large, luxurious bathroom, and Gretchen joined Don for a long, extremely enjoyable bath. She stripped out of her uniform but kept on her little hat and the choker Don found so sexy. As they engaged in a rather wet session of foreplay masquerading as bathing, Don was able to ask a few questions. He started with, “How long do we have?” Gretchen smiled sweetly as she pulled on his hardness beneath the water, “As much time as you need, sir.” “Oh, well, need and want are two very different things,” Don chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her firm breast and flick his tongue over her hard nipple. “But I mean until you have to go back to work.” She sighed and pulled Don's head down to her breast again, while squeezing his cock a bit tighter. She said, “I am supposed to attend to any of the guests' needs, sir, so…” “But won't you be needed for … other things?” “There are other staff, sir, and if I'm missed I'll only get a spanking, which I don't mind much,” she winked. He smiled up at her as he slipped two fingers up inside her and asked, “Well, then, how long until the party starts?” “Oh,” she bit her lower lip as she rocked on his hand a bit, “the parties never start until after dark. So, a couple of hours, I should say, sir.” “Never?” Don asked as he released her nipple from his mouth. “Even the garden parties I've heard so much about?” “Oh, yes, those are so lovely, but they always begin after sunset. Lady Primrose does so love the nighttime, and the gardens are so beautiful all lit up with candles.” “I'd love to see them,” Don smiled as he stood up in the tub. Gretchen smiled at the hard cock that was now standing out before her. She ran her hand lightly over it and leaned in to give it a kiss, but Don took her hand and drew her up to kiss her sweet mouth and then to lead her out of the tub. After they had dried off some, they made their way back out to the bedroom where they found quite a few ways to spend the next hour and a half. Don's favorite moment came after Gretchen had let down her very long hair to cascade down over her shoulders like a cape as she rode slowly on him, leaning forward with her hands on his shoulders to look into his eyes. He ran his hands up over her slender naked body, caressing her tits and then slipping around her neck, fingers brushing over the choker she still wore. “Tighter, please, sir,” she sighed. As Don gently squeezed her throat, restricting her breath and circulation, Gretchen smiled, nodded, and whispered, “Yes, tighter!” A bit concerned, Don obliged. Gretchen's face darkened a bit, and then she was trembling with a long, silently intense orgasm. When he relaxed his grasp, she smiled down at him with an utterly unfeigned gratitude and affection. After a much briefer bit of cleaning up, and making sure that Don actually found a suit to wear to the party, Gretchen got back into her uniform, this time with her dark hair in a long, thick ponytail, gave him a quick, surprisingly chaste kiss, and left him to his own devices. Don checked himself out in the mirror and thought he was party ready. He was wearing black slacks, jacket, and shoes, and a dark red shirt, which was open at the neck. He had been a bit surprised that there were no ties to be found in the closet, but Gretchen had assured him that this was deliberate. “The lady doesn't like neckties,” she had said as if she were saying nothing more interesting than “she doesn't like Brussel sprouts.” Toshia fixed Don with a skeptical eye and a cocked brow. Don laughed and said, “Yeah, yeah, I was thinking the same thing.” Stepping out into the hallway, staff in hand, Don noted that there were two other guests making their way to the stairs. Don caught up to the black gentleman just before either made it to the top of the stairs, and the tall east Asian woman coming from the other end of the hallway met them there. “Hello, I'm Don,” he smiled, extending his hand first to the man on his left. “Good evening, I'm Jerome,” the fellow smiled in return. Don guessed that Jerome was at least ten years older than himself, though he knew time and aging in Eros were tricky affairs. Jerome had very dark skin, wore his hair and beard, which were sprinkled with some grey, buzzed short. He was also wearing a dark suit, but with a white shirt, and seemed to have an athletic build. “Bian,” the beautiful young woman smiled as she shook each of the men's hands. She had lovely green eyes and curly dark brown hair brushing her shoulders. She was quite tall and wore a deep green floor length dress that left her long neck and sculpted shoulders bare. “Is this your first time to one of Lady Primrose's parties?” Don asked as they started down the stairs. “Yes,” Jerome nodded. “I was quite surprised to be invited.” Don frowned to himself a bit and asked, “And how were you invited, exactly?” “A lady friend suggested I would enjoy it, and the next thing I knew I was here,” Jerome explained, apparently without realizing there was anything odd about his story. “I see,” Don nodded. “Do you mind if I ask where you were talking to your lady friend?” “Oh, well, we were both visiting a lovely resort.” Don smiled and said, “I see. And what about you Bian? Is this your first time, too?” “Yes,” she said with a slight nod and smile. Don thought she didn't have a British accent, but also concluded that she was disinclined to engage in a long conversation. As they descended to the ground floor, Don noticed in passing, as they passed a few windows, that the sun was setting and it would soon be dusk. He felt a bit awkward carrying his staff along, but he was also quite glad to have it along. Candles were now illuminating the stairs and hallways, casting wan light and creating deep shadows. Don had seen no one lighting the candles, but by now he was used to these things happening on their own. On the ground floor, gathered in the entry hall, were about 20 other guests, waiting for the party to begin. Jerome and Bian slipped into the crowd, as Don looked around a bit. He was a bit surprised when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning he saw a couple he had met just the night before. “Cheers, Don,” grinned Rodney, a big, cheerful redheaded guy who had helped with Hazel's bukkake. Right next to him was Marilyn, the slender, middle-aged, brown-haired woman who had been introduced as Rodney's partner last night. She and Don had not done anything together at the party, but for a moment Don thought it would be very nice to correct that oversight. Don smiled back at them, “Good evening! I didn't know you'd be here tonight.” “Neither did we,” Rodney laughed. “We won the weekly raffle.” “Ah, I didn't know there was a weekly raffle, either.” “Ay, every week!” the big guy laughed again. “Is this your first time?” “Sure is,” Rodney nodded. “Posh house, in'it?” “It certainly is,” agreed Don, “and the staff is quite accommodating.” “Oh! 'Sounds like you've had a good afternoon,” Rodney chuckled. “I did,” Don smiled, finding it impossible not to get caught up in Rodney's enthusiasm. “Oh, but please excuse me for a moment.” Don had just caught sight of the butler and had come to an abrupt decision. Taking a few steps to intercept the taciturn man, Don said, “Excuse me, my good fellow.” The butler turned on him with an expression that clearly indicated he was not amused by Don's attempt to assimilate to the culture. With what seemed a herculean effort, he said, “Yes, sir, how may I be of assistance?” “I was wondering if it would be a problem for me to leave my staff here over there in the corner by the door.” “Why should that be a problem, sir?” “I don't know, but I don't want to put anyone out.” “I'm sure no one will be 'put out,' sir.” “And no one will move it?” “Ah, well, I cannot speak for everyone, sir, but I can assure you that myself and the rest of the staff will leave your walking stick unmolested.” “Thank you,” Don smiled, partly because he got the impression his cheerfulness was a personal affront to the butler. By the time Don had propped his staff in the aforementioned corner and turned back to the gathering of guests, the large double doors into the ballroom had been opened and everyone was gradually moving inside. Don found himself bringing up the rear. To be continued. By BradentonLarry for Literotica

Don Meets Pamela, the administrator of the rings. By BradentonLarry - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Sitting down next to them, furthest from the throne, and next to Nicole, Don asked, “Have I missed anything?” “Well,” Nicole leaned over and pointed, “see that little woman there?” She indicated a truly tiny woman, who had long light brown hair, in an unruly mane, relatively long legs, and who seemed vaguely Mediterranean to Don. She was riding up and down on the cock of an athletic guy not too far from the foot of the stairs. “While you were gone, three different guys have come and gone. She was giving blow job after blow job and each one came on her face and tits.”“Nice,” Don smiled. “Right?” Nicole grinned as her hand slipped into Don's lap and began to idly caress his cock. Looking down he saw that her other hand was already busy between Stephanie's legs. “And see that cute young thing over there,” Nicole nodded, drawing Don's attention to a girl with short hair who seemed to be Japanese or Korean, and no older than the Nymphets. She was wrapped around a tall, black guy who was standing, holding her ass in hands as he raised her and lowered her on his prick. “A minute ago, there was another guy behind her… Oh, here comes another one!” Don watched as a tall, fit Asian guy with quite a few tattoos came up behind the young girl and seemed to begin fucking her ass. The girl seemed quite happy to be sandwiched there, and Don couldn't help remembering back to the Disco in the Manor when he had been behind Shelonda in a similar situation. He noticed that his cock was very hard in Nicole's hand. He decided it was time he returned the favor. Don turned to Nicole, who met him halfway with an open mouth. As they kissed, Don's hand moved up the inside of her smooth thigh to her moist labia. Nicole twisted around to give him easier access, and Don's fingers slipped up inside her. “Oh, it's about time!” Stephanie laughed, as she turned to get in on the fun. As Nicole leaned back against her, so that Don could get down between her legs, Stephanie proceeded to kiss the side of Nicole's neck and reach around to tease her dark nipples. Soon, Nicole was arching her back as Don's tongue focused on her clit and his fingers moved in and out of her eager pussy, and Stephanie sat on her face, grinding down on Nicole's now very talented tongue. Both Don and Nicole were diligent and soon both women had intense orgasms, but Don wanted to make Stephanie come too, so the women happily switched places. Don dipped his tongue into Stephanie's slippery, moist folds, as Nicole positioned herself over Stephanie's mouth. Intent as he was upon giving Stephanie her second orgasm, Don didn't notice that a rather large man had come up to stand in front of Nicole, who responded by sucking happily on the cock that was offered her. It was only when Stephanie had stopped writhing under his ministrations, and Don got up to move into fucking her, that Don saw the man in front of Nicole. Right away he noticed the stereotypical royal robes and the crown on the man's head. Don had no idea what the etiquette of this situation demanded, but his majesty seemed happily occupied at the moment, and Don was the only one of his group who hadn't come yet. So, with a shrug and a smile, Don reached down and pushed himself into Stephanie's waiting pussy. She kept licking Nicole's pussy and clit as Don shoved himself deep into her, fucking her intently, needing to come. Don found himself admiring Nicole's back and cute butt as much as Stephanie's thin, muscular body and heaving tits. Then Stephanie's exquisitely talented pussy was pulling him deep into a shuddering orgasm, his cock pumping cum deep into her. Don clenched, shook, and trembled there, slowly catching his breath. Then Nicole was trembling between Stephanie's mouth and the regal stranger's cock as her second orgasm had its way with her little body. The man Don had assumed was the king held Nicole's head in place as she shook and groaned. “Oh, yes! Very nice!” the big man smiled. He slowly stepped back, and then said, “Normally, sex up here isn't allowed, but you three looked so nice, and your mouth so inviting, my dear, that we made an exception. We're allowed to do that, of course.” Don had gently withdrawn from Stephanie, as Nicole also carefully moved off her face. “Your majesty, King of the Crimson Mountain?” Don asked as he helped Stephanie to her feet. “Yes, that would be me, or we,” the man chuckled. He was about six and a half feet tall and rather broad, not fat, but just built quite solidly. He had red hair, naturally, and Don was a bit surprised to note that his cock seemed a bit smaller than Don's. The king moved over to his throne and sat down, slouching back in it almost immediately. “You should really go down and join the party now, though,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “But I believe we have come to see you, your grace,” Don said quickly. “And see us you have,” the king nodded. “Well, yes… but…” “Your majesty,” Stephanie said, after wiping some of Nicole's wetness off her face, “we have come seeking rings.” “Rings?” “Yes, majesty,” Stephanie nodded, “black rings that let people come and go at will.” “My pretty young lady,” the king laughed, “you don't need rings for that. You may come and go as you will now.” “But these are rings that enable one to leave Eros and come back,” Stephanie smiled, apparently not in the least troubled by the king's evasion. “Why would anyone want to leave Eros?” the king asked. “We don't even need to leave our pleasure dome often, and never leave our beautiful hall.” “Well, your majesty,” Don tried, “we have friends outside Eros and we would like to see them again.” “Silly man,” the king laughed. “You should seek to bring your friends here. We are sure they would enjoy our pleasure dome. It is, after all, a dome of pleasure.” “That it is,” Don nodded, not sure how to proceed. “But how can we bring them back here if we can't leave Eros to get them and then come back?” “Oh, we're afraid we have no idea,” the king shrugged. Stephanie decided on a somewhat more direct approach. She stepped up to the throne and leaned forward in front of the king, taking his mostly-erect cock in her hand and beginning to slowly pull on it. Don was a bit distracted by his view of Stephanie's long, firm legs and her tight as, as well as her pussy, from which some of Don's cum was slowly leaking. Stephanie smiled and said, “Your majesty, do you know anyone who might know about such rings?” “Well,” he smiled, “we do know an awful lot of people. We meet many, many people here.” He was obviously enjoying what Stephanie was doing to him and was definitely enjoying the view of her breasts. “Have some of those people come here before us, looking for rings?” she smiled. “It's possible,” the king nodded, “a long time ago.” Stephanie began to slowly crawl up on the throne, straddling his lap. She leaned in close and asked, “Do you remember what you told them or what they did?” “Hum,” the king frowned, his eyes never leaving Stephanie's tits. Slowly he raised his hands to them. “Think carefully, your majesty,” she rubbed the head of his cock between her labia, teasing her clit with the spongy tip. Don's cum was coating the king's cockhead. She said, “It's very important.” “Well, we do recall that we are supposed to ask something…” the king murmured as his hands squeezed her tits, and he pinched her nipples. “Uh, that feels nice,” Stephanie murmured, while continuing to tease herself and the king with what she was doing with his cock. “What were you supposed to ask?” “We are supposed to ask if you know the secret,” the king said quietly. “The secret, eh?” Stephanie smiled. She pushed the king's cock up inside her at last, sinking down on him in one motion. Don and Nicole could clearly see quite a bit of Don's cum being pushed out of Stephanie's pussy to run slowly over the base of the king's cock and his balls. Stephanie leaned forward and kissed the royal mouth, and then began to grind herself against him. For several long minutes, as Don and Nicole just stood there watching, hands idly touching themselves, Stephanie just rode the king's prick, giving him a royal lap dance. The view of her tight, muscular ass and the bottom of the king's fat cock disappearing into her pussy was quite erotic. Finally, he was pushing up in his throne, groaning, and pumping his cum into her, where it mingled with what was left of Don's and began to run out over his balls. Stephanie smiled, kissed him on the forehead and then leaned in to whisper something in his ear. The king smiled, laughed, and said, “Why didn't you say so? Come right this way!” “What did she say?” Toshia wanted to know. “I didn't hear,” Don said a bit coyly. “You didn't ask?” “I did, but she wouldn't tell me. I eventually figured it out, but that's for later,” he smiled smugly. “Annoying,” Toshia scowled, “but fine, go on.” With sudden energy, the king lifted a rather startled Stephanie off his lap and set her down. All his former apparent ennui was gone as he swept out of his throne and started down the elevated walkway. They quickly followed him back to the circular sofa in the middle of the vast chamber. “Sit here and don't get up,” the king commanded. They hurried to obey, and then Stephanie started to ask, “Now what…?” but was cut off by the realization that the couch was rather swiftly rising through the air. “Oh hell!” Nicole gasped, reminding Don how much she hated riding the flying carpet. “A bit of warning would have been nice,” Don laughed nervously. He looked up again and saw that there seemed to be an opening in the apex of the dome, directly above them. Don fervently hoped it was an opening, since the flying couch didn't seem inclined to stop or even slow down before getting that high. The others saw what was happening and seemed to be coming. By the time they reached the ceiling they were all holding each other's hands tightly. Chapter 5. The Seduction Fortunately, what appeared to be a dark opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome turned out to be an opening in the ceiling of the pleasure dome. Oddly enough, though, once they passed through that opening, they found themselves in a well-lit office, completely different from the over-the-top and dramatic Hall of the Crimson Mountain King they had just left. The circular couch was in the middle of an area flanked on three sides by oddly conventional chairs of the metal and plastic variety, the kind intended to be sat in for hours but designed to be uncomfortable after five minutes. There were potted plants in the two corners, and Don was pretty sure they were artificial. A beige carpeting covered the floor. It had vacuum track marks on it and there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen. The fourth side of the room was dominated by a large welcome desk, identified as such by a friendly sign that said “Welcome,” behind which sat a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and her brown hair piled high on her head. She glanced up at them as they came to a halt, peering over the rim of her glasses, and then promptly looked back at the computer screen off to her right. For some reason, it was the slightly yellowed screens between them and the fluorescent lights in the ceiling that seemed most incongruous to Don. Don, Nicole, and Stephanie shared puzzled looks for a moment before Don got up and moved toward the welcome desk. A name plate identified the woman at the computer as Gladys, who he now saw was fully clothed, in a fashion that seemed to him to be most appropriate in the 1970s. Don found himself suddenly acutely aware that he was stark naked, and was a bit happy that he wasn't sporting a raging erection at the moment. Toshia couldn't stop laughing and let herself fall over in the booth. Don waited patiently, but with a smile on his face, until she pulled herself back up and laughingly said, “Please, go on.” “Hello, um, Gladys,” Don started. “We're here about, uh, getting some rings.” “Case number?” Gladys asked without looking up. “I don't think we have one,” Don frowned and looked over to Stephanie who just shook her head. “No, we don't have one.” Gladys rolled her eyes a bit and fixed Don with an exasperated, over-the-rims look before finally saying, “Names?” They told her and she typed them into the computer. Without looking back up, Gladys told them to “Have a seat. Someone will be with you shortly.” They turned to return to the sofa, but it was already gone, presumably back to its place in the pleasure dome, so they reluctantly sat down on the plastic chairs, doubly uncomfortable in their nudity. “This is not at all what I was expecting,” Stephanie admitted. “What were you expecting exactly?” Nicole wanted to know. “Uh, definitely not this.” “Yeah, I was thinking something a bit more majestic or mystical or something,” added Don. They sat there in awkward silence for what must have been half an hour. This was easily the longest bit of completely idle time they had spent without anyone starting any sexual mischief. There was something about the setting, and Gladys's presence, that proved to be a wet blanket, or a cold shower. If Don had realized this was his last opportunity to have a threesome with these two women, he might have instigated something, but as it was, they waited quietly without much in the way of even conversation. “Wait, what?” Toshia cut in. “Yeah, this was the last time the three of us would be in the same room.” “You never saw them again?” “Oh, yeah, we ran into each other now and then, but never all at the same time.” “Still…” “Yeah, but at the time we were each just dealing with what was going on at the time. It was only later that we realized we should have said goodbye and had one last fling.” There was a buzz at the welcome desk, Gladys picked up an old-fashioned phone, listened for a moment, said “Yes, ma'am, right away,” hung up the phone, and called out “Stephanie Ayers,” as if there were more than just the three people waiting or as if Stephanie might have stepped out somewhere. Stephanie shot to her feet immediately and crossed to the desk. Gladys looked up, actually smiled, and said, “They will see you now.” She gestured to her left, indicating a door that Don was quite sure had not been there before. There was a black plaque on the door with white lettering that said “Interviews.” A bit nervously, Stephanie smiled and waved to Don and Nicole and went through the door. If anything, the mood in the waiting room was now even more awkward. Fortunately for him, Don was called in only about ten minutes later. He gave Nicole's hand a squeeze as he smiled and said, “See you on the other side, sexy.” “Good luck, I guess, Professor!” she smiled up at him. Don stepped through the door to find himself in a rather unimpressive and entirely mundane meeting room. A long wooden table took up most of the room and gathered around the far end of the table were five black-robed, hooded figures. Don assumed they were watchers and realized he hadn't seen any of those mysterious folks in quite some time. To his surprise, the one at the very end of the table gestured toward the chair at the end of the table nearest to Don and said in a clearly feminine voice, “Please have a seat.” Don was happy the seat he was offered was more comfortable than those in the waiting room, and he noted that Stephanie seemed to have warmed it up a bit for him. As he sat down, the woman at the other end asked, “Do you mind if we do without the hoods, Don?” “No, of course not,” Don answered, a bit surprised that he had been asked. As they each reached up and drew their hoods back, the one at the end explained, “The higher-ups insist on the hoods. They say it lends a certain gravitas to the situation, but we find it just makes things unnecessarily formal and uncomfortable.” It turned out that the woman under the hood was an attractive black woman with her hair buzzed down very close to her scalp. She smiled warmly at Don and said, “Welcome, Don. I'm Pamela, and I'll be conducting this interview. My associates are here primarily as witnesses.” On Pamela's right were an older gentleman with ebony black skin and short white hair and a white woman with short, straight dark brown hair. On her left were a young east Asian man with surprisingly light blond hair and another white woman with long, curly blonde hair. None of these “witnesses” said anything while Don was in the room. “Pleased to meet you, Pamela,” Don smiled. He took a sip from the glass of water that had been set there for him. “You have an interesting file, Don,” Pamela said, gesturing to a black binder on the table in front of her. “I was surprised that you didn't go home with Toshia.” “I would like to be able to return here after I go,” Don said. “Of course,” Pamela smiled. There was something completely uninviting about that smile, which Don found odd after all his time in Eros. “Otherwise, why would you be here?” “Right,” Don nodded. There was an awkward moment when Don wasn't sure if he was supposed to say something else, but Pamela finally said, “You understand that you will have to complete a number of trials, yes?” “Yes,” Don nodded again. “You seem a bit nervous, Don.” “Perhaps,” he smiled. “This is an odd situation, and I appreciate that I'm asking for something significant.” Pamela smiled again, “It will perhaps reassure you to know that we have a policy of allowing anyone who comes before us to try to earn a ring.” “Well, yes, that does help.” “Whether you accept the challenge and complete the trials is, of course, entirely up to you.” “Naturally.” “These trials will be difficult and may include a significant investment of time and energy, and may even pose a risk to yourself.” “I understand.” “Having reviewed your file and considered your case, we have decided that you will be given the standard seven trials. These will be selected specifically for you and may be substantially different from the trials given to others. Failure to complete the trials will permanently disqualify you from attempting a second set of trials but will incur no other penalty. Do you understand?” “Yes, I think so.” “Do you have any questions?” “Well, yes,” Don frowned. “Is there a limited time in which I need to complete the trials?” “There may be a time limit imposed on a particular trial, but in general no. You may take as long as you like to complete the full set, though some of them may not be the sort of thing at which you can make multiple attempts.” “Cool,” Don murmured. “Will you be giving me all of them at once, or…?” “You will be given one trial at a time. When you complete the trial, you will return here for evaluation and your next trial.” “Evaluation?” “There may be some question as to whether you have met the challenge satisfactorily.” “Hum, is there any way to appeal a decision that I think is unfair?” Pamela smiled, “What if I say there isn't?” Don frowned, imagining that there might be any number of ways in which things could go astray. “Let's cross that bridge if we come to it, shall we, Don?” “Okay,” Don smiled. “I probably don't have any other options anyway.” “Probably not,” Pamela nodded. “Any other questions?” “Well, will I be able to ask for clarification when I'm given a task to complete?” “Of course, within reason.” “Okay,” Don nodded. “I'm good.” “So, Don, do you accept the trials?” “I do,” he said very seriously. “Then your first task is to seduce Captain Sage.” Don gaped down the table at Pamela. He wasn't expecting anything quite so personally targeted. “Do you have any questions?” “Uh, no, I guess not…” Then Don found himself sitting on a towel on a sunny beach. Blinking around in shock at the abrupt transition, he slowly realized he was back on the beach outside Rendezvous. Toshia laughed again, “They got your number, eh, Professor?” Don rolled his eyes, “So it seemed.” “We should get out of here,” she said, fishing through her purse. “Please, let me,” Don grinned, easily getting his card out. “I've been dying to see you again, and this food has been wonderful.” “Okay but let me leave the tip. We've been taking up this booth forever.” “Is there somewhere we can take a walk?” Don asked. “If we're not going to be getting naked and sweaty, I'd like to stretch my legs while we talk.” “Sure, I know just the place, and maybe we'll get back to that other stuff later.” While there were several groups of people enjoying themselves on the beach, Don was disappointed to discover that there was no sign of Sage or the Maidenhead, and not even any gorgeous Price Is Right models about. He even checked in at the tavern where they had met the crew and captain on their first visit, but without luck. Don reasoned that, at least for now, he should assume that the watchers' council (thinking of them by this term made him laugh) had sent him to this location because it was the best place for him to run into Sage. At the very least, he could hang out here, more or less, for a few days. If Sage didn't show up in that time, he could decide on another course of action. He spent the rest of the day there on the beach. Fortunately, it wasn't too long before a young woman asked him what he was doing there all by himself. Don looked up a pair of gorgeous long legs to see a lovely thin woman with full breasts, orangish red wavy hair hanging down to her shoulders, and blue eyes smiling down at him. “I'm waiting for a friend,” Don smiled back up at her. “I could be your friend, if you like,” she suggested with an undeniably Scottish accent. She held out her hand, which, considering the fact that they were both stark naked, struck Don as funny, and said, “Viola.” He took her hand and drew her down to join him on the beach blanket, “Well, Viola, I'm Don, and I would like that very much.” Don spent the rest of the day there on the beach with Viola, in an unusually monogamous affair. They got to know each other there on the blanket, went for a refreshing swim, which naturally included more play, and then returned to the beach for more fun. From time to time, Don cast a glance out at the water and the tavern, but there was no sign of the Maidenhead. As evening drew on, he and Viola went in to Rendezvous itself in search of some fruit and a change of scenery. Not too far into the city they found a club called “Ambrosia's,” which turned out to be a smoky little jazz club that provided not only fruit but an assortment of juices to enjoy. There was an actual jazz combo on the little stage, and there were cozy dimly lit booths, a bar, stand-alone tables with little candles, and a dance floor where a few couples were slowly swaying to the music. The smokiness was the oddest part, for there seemed to be no one smoking, and nothing cooking. Second to that was the fact that the three musicians (bass, piano, and drums) were completely clothed. The patrons were all mostly naked, though one woman had stiletto heels and very sexy fishnet stockings. A pair of waitresses with very short skirts and breasts pushed up nicely by tops that were much too small for their job moved about serving drinks and fruit to their guests. After securing some fruit to satisfy their hunger, and sipping at their juices, Don suggested they dance. Viola was delighted by this idea, and, in a few seconds, he was on the dance floor with this beautiful, warm, naked, and very sexy woman in his arms, her body moving slowly against his own. Of course, his cock was rock hard between them, but since they had spent the afternoon having almost continual sex neither of them was in a hurry to get back to it. Again, Don found himself a bit amazed by how wonderful life was in Eros. He was a bit surprised when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a man of decidedly Mediterranean appearance, with short, black hair, brown eyes, and an athletic physique. The stranger smiled and asked in a decidedly Italian accent, “May I cut in?” Don looked down to Viola who smiled and shrugged. So, Don nodded to the new guy and stepped aside. As he slipped around to go back to the table with their drinks, Don noticed that Viola's new dance partner was blessed with a rather prodigious cock. Leaning on the table and sipping his juice, Don watched Viola dance, and that dance was gradually getting more overtly sexual. The gentleman's hands were moving over her slender, pale body, lingering understandably on her butt. Viola was returning the favor, and soon the two of them kissed for a rather long time. Don expected they would soon be moving at least to one of the booths, and wondered what he should do in that event, but then a new guy appeared and tapped Viola's current dance partner on the shoulder. This new fellow was black, with a light skin tone, close cut hair and beard, and a fit body. Don smiled a bit to himself as Viola began dancing with this guy, and the ritual of increasing heat started to repeat itself. The gentleman with the big dick looked around a bit, and eventually decided to join Don at his table. He smiled and said, “Hello, I'm Geraldo.” “Don,” he smiled and extended his hand. “Viola is a lovely woman,” Geraldo said, as he gestured for one of the waitresses. “That she is!” Don nodded. “Do you come here often?” “Most nights. It's my favorite club in the city.” After he got a few recommendations for other places to try, Don saw that Viola and her partner were again at a fevered pitch, and he decided to be mischievous. He excused himself from Geraldo, saying, “Don't go anywhere… actually, in a bit, follow my lead.” Then Don moved across the dance floor and politely cut in, taking Viola into his arms again. “Oh, hello there, Don,” Viola smiled up at him. “Welcome back!” “Did you miss me?” he smirked. “Of course!” she laughed. “I must say, though, that I have been kept very well entertained in your absence.” “That's good to know.” He bent down and kissed her deeply. As they swayed together, he made sure to continuously caress her body. For her part, Viola squeezed his butt in her hands and then reached between them to grasp his cock tightly in her hand. This might have led to mischief right there on the dancefloor, if Geraldo hadn't interrupted by cutting in again. “Oh my!” Viola laughed as Don smiled and gave up his place. He returned to their table to meet Viola's other dance partner, Daniel, who seemed to enjoy the game of getting Viola all riled up as much as Don and Geraldo. After a few rounds of the men taking turns dancing with fair Viola, Don asked Geraldo if there was a place nearby where they could take her that might be a bit more accommodating than the booths. Naturally, it turned out that there were rooms available upstairs. He told Geraldo what he had in mind, and then moved to take his turn with Viola. Don found himself remembering the situation he had orchestrated for Toshia back on their second day in the Manor. “Are you having fun?” he asked after kissing Viola. “Oh yes, very much!” she said in her adorable Scottish accent. “Do you trust me?” “I suppose so,” she nodded. “What do you have in mind?” “It's a bit of a surprise,” he smiled as he nodded over to Geraldo and Daniel. “But you must be sure to tell me if you want to stop.” “Oh, okay,” she nodded again. “Shall I say something specific?” “How about ‘professor,'?” She frowned a bit and said, “Okay, then, if I want you to stop, I'll say ‘professor.'” The Seduction of Captain Evelyn Sage Task One: The Seduction of Sage. “Excellent,” Don smiled and then nodded to Geraldo who had come up behind her and who now took one of the cloth napkins that were on every table in the club and tied it about her head as a blindfold. “Oh!” she said, grasping at Don a bit tighter.Viola was cheerfully compliant as the three men guided her across the dance floor and to a staircase in the back corner of the club, where Geraldo promptly lifted her in his arms and began carrying her to the second floor. She responded to this by giggling and throwing her arms around his neck. Don led the way down a narrow corridor, past a couple of open doors, and then pushed open one that had been ajar. The room was lit with a red glow and was dominated by a king-sized bed with black satin sheets. There wasn't much room for anything else in the room but the bed. The room was just the kind of place he had been expecting from the club downstairs. Don made way for the others, making a point to leave the door wide open, just in case anyone wanted to watch from the corridor, or perhaps join in. Geraldo gently laid Viola on the bed, and she promptly reached out to caress the soft sheets. Having been lucky enough to enjoy Viola for hours earlier, Don was content to let the other two guys lead the way, and they did not hesitate. Geraldo was already on her right side, so he bent down to run his hands over her body on that side, while Daniel did much the same on the other side. Daniel was the first to lower his mouth to her soft pale breast, covering her hard pink nipple with his mouth, but Geraldo was first to move his hand up the inside of her thigh so that he could stroke her dewy lips with his fingers. Don inched around Daniel and got up on the bed over Viola's head. He ran his fingers lightly over her pretty face and then bent down to kiss her upside down. She moaned a bit in Don's mouth when Geraldo's playful fingers found her clit. It only took a moment of manual stimulation before Viola was arching her back high on the bed, her fists clutching the sheets, as a long, intense orgasm tore through her slender body. Geraldo's fingers pushed into her and his thumb kept stroking her clit, and Viola was writhing on the bed as wave after wave of climax swept over her. As she slowly came down, Viola's hands reached out for the men around her. Still blindfolded, she groped about for anything, finding Daniel's cock with her left hand, and Don's head with her right. She would have connected with Geraldo, but he had moved around to the foot of the bed where he ran his hands up the insides of her legs, spreading them wider. He crawled up on the bed, big cock in hand, until he could push the fat head of it down between her labia. “Oh yes!” Viola exclaimed in her accent, “Fuck me, please!” Geraldo smiled, but teased her a bit, rubbing himself up and down and over her clit a few times. While he was doing this, Viola was pulling Daniel's cock toward her, with Daniel following along obediently. Don pulled away and moved around to where Geraldo had been a moment earlier, and bent down to suck Viola's right nipple into his mouth. He pulled hard on it when Geraldo pushed his thick cock slowly into Viola's very wet and ready pussy. “God, yes!” she groaned. Her legs hooked around Geraldo's thighs and pulled him in closer, and he proceeded to begin slowly and steadily fucking in and out of her. Daniel leaned over a bit to let Viola's mouth take his very hard cock in. She twisted a bit on the bed to get a better angle on it, and Don released her tit to make this easier for her. Don looked around and grabbed a pillow to ease under Viola's head, and then sat back for a moment, just enjoying the show. Her pale body was a work of fluid, dynamic art lying there working against Geraldo's olive skin as they fucked and twisting to the side so she could eagerly suck on Daniel's cock. Don thought that if he were a sculptor, he could present sexuality itself if he could adequately capture the line of her spine in that moment. As that moment came and went, though, Don thought he should get back into the action. He leaned down and brushed the hair away from the side of her neck and began kissing it lightly as his hand slipped around to cup her warm right tit in his hand, rubbing his palm against her hard nipple. Viola's right hand moved down between them until it found Don's erection and began pulling and squeezing it. Don groaned his approval as his fingers pinched and twisted that sensitive nipple. Geraldo was now fucking Viola with much more vigor, driving into her forcefully, making her whimper around Daniel's cock and her tits jiggle. Don's hand released her nipple and moved down over her firm belly to find her clit, just above Geraldo's thick shaft. Soon, Geraldo was moving in and out of her in short rapid strokes as Don played with her clit. Viola began moaning and shaking between them as a slow, intense orgasm built up to a white-hot explosion. She let Daniel's cock slip from her mouth as she cried out incoherently. This was apparently Geraldo's cue, because it was then that he shoved hard up into her and groaned loudly, announcing his own orgasm. Before she'd even stopped shaking from her own orgasm, Viola had gone back to sucking hungrily at Daniel. Smiling a bit to himself, Don drew away from Viola's neck, got up to his knees and tapped Geraldo's shoulder. Smiling in return, Geraldo got the idea and slowly withdrew his slippery cock from Viola's messy cunt. Don and Geraldo switched places on the bed, but Don had an idea of how to make things work a bit better. With Geraldo's silent help, and Viola's eager cooperation, they coaxed her over and up on her hands and knees. Soon, she was back to sucking Daniel and Don was pushing his own cock into her cummy pussy. Don took his time, enjoying the feeling of Viola's pussy squeezing and pulling on him and the view of her sexy butt and back. He caressed her ass, for a moment, then pulled himself out of her again, replacing his cock with his fingers. Don worked his digits in and out of her several time, covering them with a slippery mix of her wetness and Geraldo's cum. Then, as he pushed his cock back into her, Don smeared her tight little butthole with the natural lubricant, which was so effective here in Eros. Viola murmured encouragement and pushed back toward him as Don pushed his thumb up into her butt. While this was going on, Geraldo had moved around to kneel in front of Viola, next to Daniel, and she was stroking his fat, slippery cock as she deepthroated Daniel. With each thrust into her pussy Don shoved Viola forward onto Daniel's lucky cock. Then Daniel threw his head back and groaned, his hands on either side of Viola's head holding her there as he pumped his hot cum down her throat. While Viola swallowed and caught her breath, Don took the opportunity to withdraw his cock once again, but this time he adjusted himself so that the purple head was pressed against her sweet rosebud. “Oh yes, please!” the blindfolded girl said over her shoulder. She groaned happily as Don slowly pushed himself into her. Don closed his eyes, momentarily overwhelmed by the hot, tight sensation. He held on to Viola's hips as he slowly sank into her, feeling her body gradually giving way to the insistence of his phallus. When he had filled her, Don slowly drew almost all the way back out, before pushing back in. All the while, Viola hung her head, moaning in something more primal than pleasure. Geraldo apparently decided that the blindfold had served its purpose, so he gently untied it and let Viola look up to see the two of them in front of her as well as their still mostly hard organs. Soon, she was going back and forth between them, licking and sucking, as Don steadily fucked her ass. He hadn't come yet but was in no particular hurry to climax. When he could tell that she had the other guys fully hard again, Don thought it was time for another change. He leaned over Viola's lovely back and whispered his plan in her ear. With Geraldo and Daniel's help, Don and Viola rolled over so that he was lying on the bed and she was face up, his cock still happily filling her ass. As she leaned back on him, Don reached around to cup her breasts in his hands. Then he felt the pressure as Daniel pushed slowly up into Viola's pussy. She responded to this with a long string of enthusiastic, but wordless, murmurs rising in pitch and volume, until her pussy was about as full as her ass. Then Daniel began to fuck in and out of her and she shrieked as yet another orgasm hit her hard. Don just held on to her as her body shook and clenched on him. When she was again able to actively participate, Viola turned her head to the left so Geraldo was able to push his thick cock into her mouth. It was too big for her to get all of it in, but she did her best, as Daniel plowed away and Don held on to her body, keeping his cock shoved up deep into her backside. Don felt Daniel's cock swelling against his, and heard his partner in fucking groan, “Yes, I'm going to come again!” In just another minute or so, Don felt Daniel's cum running down over the base of his cock and his balls as the other man drew out of Viola's pussy to trade places with Geraldo. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Viola whimpered as Geraldo pushed his big cock back into her pussy. With Don in her ass and Geraldo's monster fucking her pussy she could do little more than hang on as the two men had their way with her body. Geraldo was kissing her passionately, and Don was squeezing her tits, his hands between her chest and Geraldo's, and Geraldo was fucking her with almost violent abandon. Her legs were up around his waist, crossed at the ankles, pulling him into her. Don just concentrated on keeping himself up inside her. Then an animalistic growl rose up from deep inside Geraldo's chest and Don felt that big cock spasming inside Viola's tight cunt, and again another man's cum was running out over his balls. Viola was now in a state of constant shuddering and moaning, interrupted only by a mew of quiet complaint when Geraldo drew out of her. With a shivering sigh, Viola let herself collapse back on Don, who kissed her shoulder and neck as he slowly rolled with her so that they were lying together, spooning, on the bed. His cock was still deep in her ass, and he hadn't come yet, but he could tell she needed a break. Each of the other guys bent down to kiss Viola lightly and then slipped out of the room. Don just held her there. It was several minutes before she stirred against him, and looked over her shoulder and said, “That was amazing, Don. Thank you.” “You're very welcome,” he smiled. She squeezed herself tighter on him a bit and said, “I want you to cum in my ass, Don.” “Uh, I think I can oblige you, Viola.” In very short order, Viola was face down on the bed with a pillow under her belly and her butt up as Don fucked her ass deep and hard until he closed his eyes and the whole world fell away as he pumped what felt like a geyser of hot cum into sweet Viola's bowels. His body clenched and shook from head to toe as his cock spasmed inside her tight, hot grip. “Yes, yes, just like that,” she sighed. Within five minutes they had fallen asleep in each other's arms. “That's how the next week or so went,” Don explained. “I'd spend the day at the beach, keeping an eye out for the Maidenhead and then go back into town for the night. Most days I'd find plenty to keep myself entertained and there was always something interesting at night.” “What happened to Viola?” “Oh, during the night another orgy broke out down the hall that woke us up, and we got separated in the confusion,” Don laughed. “Too bad,” Toshia mused. “She sounds like fun.” “She definitely was! But that wasn't such a rare quality in Rendezvous.” “I suppose that's true.” They were walking arm-in-arm along the sidewalk in a park. “So, you had to wait a week?” “Give or take,” shrugged Don. “I came to realize there were a lot more boats and ships on that sea than I'd realized. I saw quite a few sailboats, some yachts, and even one huge cruise liner that put in at Rendezvous for one night. Things were busy that night!” “I'll bet!” she laughed. “Did you get to go on that ship?” “No, I was worried about getting too distracted during the day, and then I was too distracted during the night.” “‘Figures!” “Yeah, but I imagine it must be a bit like a normal cruise ship with a bit of the Manor mixed in.” “But with that XYZ sea air…” she smiled. “It must be intense.” “Like being on the Maidenhead, eh?” he smirked over at her. Toshia met his smirk with an open grin and said, “Exactly!” Don remembered seeing her enjoying herself on that last voyage and was momentarily caught up thinking about how hot that had been to watch. After a moment, though, he collected himself and said, “Anyway, eventually, the Maidenhead sailed into view and dropped anchor just where she had before. I cleaned up in the water, and as soon as the first load of sailors had been dropped off by the tavern, I caught a ride out to the ship. I told Sage I had a proposition for her but that she'd probably want to wait until most of the crew had gone ashore. She was curious but patient, and must have trusted me, because she let everyone go ashore, leaving just the two of us.” “So,” Sage said, fixing Don with a quizzical gaze, “where's Shelonda?” They were sitting together at the table in the captain's cabin, the windows and door open for the cool evening air. Candles were burning and they had a pitcher of water and a bowl of apples between them. “Oh, well, she seems to have gone back home,” Don frowned a bit, in spite of himself, “you know, back to the ‘real' world.” “Ah, too bad,” she smiled, “that lass was a good time.” “She was,” Don nodded. “And, by the way, I didn't see Jasmine…?” “Aye, I traded her in the bazaar for some new sheets.” Don was surprised by a couple parts of this claim. Apparently, his shock and confusion were written all over his face, because Sage laughed a bit and said, “She wanted to be traded, Don. Tis a bit o' roleplay, though here tis hard to tell the difference at times.” “And there's a bazaar?” “Aye, on the other side o' the sea there be a vast desert an' on the coast a city o' palaces where there be a bazaar.” “Interesting,” Don said. “I'd like to see that someday.” “We'll be sailing back there afore long,” Sage said. “But ye said ye had something to discuss…” “Aye,” he nodded, unconsciously adopting her manner for a moment. “Do you remember when I told you about those rings?” “The rings that let you decide which world to be in?” “Yes, exactly. Well, I found out how to get one.” “Oh?” Don found himself suddenly doubting the plan he'd decided upon. For the first time in a long time he felt quite a bit less than confident. Sage was no amnesiac Sister to be bested in battle. She was someone who had given her decisions a great deal of thought. Don's plan actually counted on that, but there was a rather large chance that she wouldn't cooperate. With an inward shrug he decided there was really only one way to go: tell the truth. So, Don said, “Some friends and I found our way to the Pleasure Dome of the Hall of the Crimson Mountain King.” Sage laughed loudly, which made Don laugh in turn, which also helped him relax. “That's quite a mouthful,” she grinned. “That's what she said,” Don couldn't resist. This made Sage guffaw loudly. “Anyway,” Don eventually resumed. “To get a ring I have to complete a number of trials.” “You and your friends, or just you?” “Oh, well, they each have their own trials.” “I see,” she nodded. “Go on.” “Well, my first trial is, well, you.” “What?” “My first trial is to 'seduce' you.” Sage sat back in her seat and looked at him with a thoughtful frown. After a moment, she said, “I don't think I like the word 'trial' in there.” “Well, yeah, I get that,” Don frowned. “Would 'task' be better?” “Hum,” she scowled, then leaned forward again. “So, tell me who gave you this, let's call it a 'mission'… no, that's too close to 'missionary.' Let's say 'assignment.' Who gave you this assignment?” Don backed up and told the story of the King, the flying sofa, the waiting room, and the council of watchers. She thought about all of this for a few minutes, then said, “So, of all the things they could have you do, they decided to send you to sleep with me?” “Yeah, apparently.” “And of all the women in Eros, Don, they send ye to me?” “Uh huh.” “That be interesting, Don,” she said thoughtfully as she stood up. She began to shrug off the light, velvet jacket she'd been wearing. “Tis most interesting, t'me. Why d'ye suppose that is?” Don watched her as she tossed the jacket over the back of her chair and then started unlacing the tight-fitting bodice-vest she wore. “Ah, why it's interesting?” “No,” she fixed him with her eyes as she slipped out of the vest, letting it fall to the floor. “Why me?” Don was having a hard time not looking down to her small, perfect tits but he wanted to make sure he looked her in the eyes as he said, “They seem to know a lot about me. I think they know that you're special for me.” “Special, am I?” she smiled. She was untying the cord that kept her skirt cinched about her waist. “Very,” Don nodded as her skirt fell to the floor. “There's something about you… when I first met you.” She sat back down in her chair and began to untie her boots. “So, ye be fond o' me, eh? An' ye think those watchers know this an' sent ye here…?” “Yeah, something like that.” She kicked off her first boot. “Sounds like a fortuitous bit of wish fulfillment, doesn't it?” “Uh, yeah, I guess it does,” Don admitted. He was a bit more thrown off by her abrupt abandonment of the piratic style than he was by her casual disrobement. Her second boot hit the floor and said, “Frankly, there's a lot about this whole situation that's weird.” She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, for a long moment, looking Don in the eye. Slowly she smiled, “I like that you were up front about all this, Don. It means a lot, honestly.” He smiled, “I'm glad.” “So, are we going to do this, or what?” she said as she stood up and moved over to the foot of the bed that took up half of the cabin. A bit stunned by how perfect her ass was, he followed close behind her, so that when she turned around to face him, he gently caught her chin in his hand and lifted it so he could lean down and kiss her upturned mouth. It was a light, tender kiss at first, but it quickly grew in passion. Don's hands moved over her warm skin down to that firm, muscular ass. He felt her hands doing much the same, though, after squeezing his butt, one of her hands slipped around to squeeze his cock rather tightly. She broke their kiss and said, “I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with this,” she gave the cock another squeeze, “but first, I've been wanting you to do that thing with your mouth the girls enjoyed so much.” She sat down on the end of her bed and spread her legs for Don, who promptly knelt on the floor before her. Don ran his hands over the smooth, firm flesh of her inner thighs. On the one hand, he wanted to savor this moment, but on the other, Sage definitely didn't seem to be much in the mood for a lot of foreplay. He compromised by lightly running his thumb over her labia before leaning in to kiss them. Closing his eyes for a moment, he ran his tongue over her, just barely making contact, and then kissed the hood that was hiding her clit. Using the tips of his fingers, Don gently spread her open to run his tongue up between her labia, savoring his first taste of her nectar. As his tongue got to her clit, Sage murmured, “Hum, yes, that's the spot.” Don pressed his lips to her clit, applying just a bit of suction, before running his tongue over it again, and then moving down to lick between her lips again, this time pushing it deeper into her. At the upper end of this motion, he paused to slowly drag his tongue over her clit, finishing by pulling it into his mouth, where he sucked it a bit more before letting it slip slowly away. Don repeated this general process a few more times, lingering longer on Sage's clit each time. As her juices began to flow, Don slowly eased a finger up inside her and focused his oral attention on her clit. Sage responded to this by scooting forward a bit and using her left hand on Don's head to keep him in place. Of course, Don had no intention of going anywhere else. He was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Sage's clit against his tongue and her reactions to what he was doing. He was loving the taste of her and the soft little sounds she was making. He was licking at her slowly, intently, pressing his tongue against her, as now two of his fingers moved in and out of her wet vagina. Don felt the spongy tissue of her g-spot and made sure to rub against it with each inward and outward stroke. Now and then he would pause his licking to suck her clit into his mouth again, pulling on it for a long moment before slowly releasing it. Sage pulled him tighter to her, and Don began to turn his head from side to side a bit and increased the speed of his tongue's strokes, leaving the pauses aside for now. As his licking intensified, his fingers pushed up into her more insistently, more forcefully. Sage's legs were wrapped around his body, her heels digging into his back. Looking up, he saw that her right hand was squeezing her tit hard. Her eyes were closed, and her abs were taut as her body concentrated on what Don was doing to her. Then, almost without any warning at all, Sage was groaning loudly, rocking her hips, and her pussy was clenching and pulling on Don's fingers. Her groan climbed up to become an “Oh fuck!” Don pushed his fingers all the way up inside her and sucked hard on her clit, holding it there as she shook all around him. She kept at it for what seemed a very long time, just holding still there as her whole body spasmed intently. “Holy fuck!” she breathed finally. Don let her clit go and gave it a little parting kiss, but then Sage said, “Do that again!” “Uh,” Don grinned, “with pleasure!” He started lightly, to avoid irritating her now sensitive clit, but got back up to the right intensity in fairly short order. When Sage was coming again, he was deeply happy that he had given her such pleasure. As she held Don there rubbing herself against his mouth, she exclaimed, “Holy fucking God fuck! Fuck!” As she began to come down, Don thought she would need a moment to catch her breath, so he released her clit and withdrew his slippery fingers from her grasping pussy. He sat back on his heels with a happy grin. But Sage wasn't interested in catching her breath or taking a break. With sudden, surprising energy, she slipped off the end of her bed to straddle Don's thighs and caught his head in her hands. She kissed him hungrily, with a passion that he found delightfully shocking. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, then licked at her wetness on his cheeks and face, and she was biting at his lips, tugging on them, as her left hand snaked down between them to grasp at his very hard cock. She kept kissing at Don's face as she got his prick in just the right position and then promptly sank down upon it. They both groaned as their bodies finally came properly together. With only the slightest moment to rock herself against the base of Don's cock, Sage began to ride up and down on him. Her thighs flexed, pushing up, and then she sank down again, hard and fast, all while continuing to make out with Don. Her hands held onto his head and then wrapped around him as their bodies moved together, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Don was holding her ass tightly in his hands, helping to raise and lower her. Sage bobbed up and down on him in a frenzy, working her body against him, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock with each violent impalement. Don could feel his cockhead battering her cervix. She let go of his head, and reached around to clasp his back, digging in with her nails. Her mouth moved down Don's neck and then she bit his shoulder. Don buried his face in her neck and mane of red hair. He'd never been fucked so intensely in his life. He just held on to this wild woman and did what he could to help her use his body. Sage was grunting animalisticly and then crying out inarticulately as she suddenly clung tightly to Don, every inch of her clenching and spasming with the most intense orgasm he had ever felt a woman have. Before she stopped shaking Sage had wrapped her arms and legs around Don and was kissing his shoulder and neck. He was sure he felt tears on her face as she held him. With one hand holding on to her ass and the other clasping the small of her back, Don pushed up, and was able to stand with surprising grace—in that he neither dropped Sage nor fell over. Carefully, he moved the short distance to the end of the bed and managed to kneel a little before lowering Sage and himself to the bed. He rose up enough to look down into her face. Sure enough, her eyes were wet with tears. “Are you alright?” he asked. She nodded and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Yes,” she laughed brokenly. “I guess I just needed that more than I realized.” Don just smiled down at her, holding still inside her. She blinked up at him for a long moment, but then apparently realized they weren't still fucking. She frowned a bit and asked, “You're not done, are you?” Don's smile became a grin, and then he laughed. He watched her face as he drew almost all the way out of her and then drove back in. Her frown went to a happy smile in a matter of seconds. As Don continued to fuck in and out of her, slowly building up the pace and force, her eyes closed, and her head drew back. Don leaned down to kiss her throat and shoved still harder into her. This elicited a deep guttural groan from Sage, and she squeezed him tighter to her with her legs and arms. In turn, Don slipped his hands up under her to hold on to her shoulders, enabling him to pull her down on his cock as he fucked into her with short quick strokes. The intensity of Sage's response to him, coupled with his desire for her and what had been a rather long period of unfulfilled lust, particularly in Eros, was driving Don into a state of arousal quite unlike any he could remember. His cock felt enormous, gripped tightly by Sage's strong, silky pussy. His balls felt like they were close to exploding with cum. And yet, he felt like he couldn't stop fucking this amazing woman. Don felt almost like he was trying to literally fuck himself into Sage. He needed to be inside her! Then he felt her nails digging into his back again, and he heard her crying out, “Oh, God! Don!!” Her body was squeezing and pulling at his rigid, engorged cock and then… and then… Don's world was shattering as his balls clenched and he drove into Sage, pumping a hot flood of cum into her. He felt his teeth grinding together and he vaguely heard himself groaning long and loud, as his body continued to erupt inside her. When Don finally opened his eyes, he saw Sage looking back up at him, with a happy smile and glazed eyes. “Wow!” she breathed. “Uh huh, yeah,” Don nodded. “Wow!” “Okay,” she pulled his head down and kissed him long

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Picture this: it's the year 2005. Christopher Nolan begins his reign of terror, Keira goes prestige, and Crash pulls a long con. The omissions are glaring, the discrepancies are stark. Where is Mr. Darcy? Who is the aged Virgin? And can one ever quit Brokeback Mountain? Two women needed to discuss.*This episode was recorded 3/19/2024 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We continue with our OU812 rankings. (0:55) We touch on lyric writing, James Brown, if the Sammy era songs had happened during Dave's era, just how amazing Darby Mills is and the greatness of Chilliwack. (9:08) Todd talks shop about Kramer and Steinberger guitar, locked tremolos and other Eddie gear. (19:52) What about Eddie and Sammy's clothing choices during 5150? (26:32) And what famous shirt did Sean wear hoping people think he was as cool as Michael Anthony? We answer the question (likely incorrectly) of what exactly is the Pleasure Dome and why is Alex so amazing? (33:12) Can Todd and Sean execute poor Sammy lyrics better than Sammy? (44:24)#podcast #vanhalen #ou812 #5150 #chilliwack #headpins #Kramer #Steinberg #tremolo #PleasureDome #AlexVanHalenWebsite: www.seanmcginity.caMerch: Red Bubble: https://www.redbubble.com/people/seangeekpodcast/shopTee Public: https://www.teepublic.com/seangeekpodcast@seangeekpodcast on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook@fastfretfingers on Instagram@ToddGeeks Tech Talk on Facebook @captivatefmMentioned in this episode:New Merch AdAn ad that incorporates Red Bubble and Tee PublicThis podcast uses the following third-party services for analysis: Chartable - https://chartable.com/privacy

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Thank you for downloading episode 35 of our podcast!!    In episode 35, Mr & Mrs G chat about their busy festive period, starting with a visit by Brad & Angelina, with highlights chatted about being a meal and the deliberately unpleasant service at Karen's Diner, and in a further instalment of 'Gogglebox Kink', the four commentated through some sex club porn!! Mr & Mrs G progress to chat about a Christmas Drinks Social, with some in depth chat about a couple they've connected with, Mrs G's new kissing confidence inspired by her now trademarked "Tic Tac Trick", and on to the main festive frolics, being a spontaneous and very hot hotel room orgy!! They chat squirting and how this helped to wash away Mrs G's fears of being a shit swinger!!  Finally, they finish up with their reflections of the play, how an odd number helps, aftercare, appreciation, and how it can be the small details that can be so hot!! Their usual lighthearted and fun chat, this is an honest and open account of where they are in their journey into the lifestyle.  You'll feel like you're sat in a hotel bar with long term friends having a sexy discussion! If you fancy joining a sailing for a UK Virgin Voyage in September 2024 from Portsmouth to Amsterdam, feel free to contact Mrs G (contacts below) to get more details. Contact us at: Email: '⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠hello@sexlessswingers.co.uk⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠' X / Twitter: '@sexlessswingers' FabSwingers - 'The_Sexless_Swingers' Please note, explicit adult theme of a sexual nature are discussed and this podcast is for 18+ only. Credit for mentions: Karen's Diner - https://www.bemorekaren.com/manchester Intro and exit music via Pixabay - Track: Summer Trip with a Guitar - Artist: Sweet KR

SynopsisThe short career of Charles Tomlinson Griffes is one of the more tragic “might-have-beens” of American music history. Griffes died at 35 in 1920 just as his music was being taken up by the major American orchestras of his day.As most American composers of his time, Griffes studied in Germany, and his early works were, not surprisingly, rather Germanic in tone. But beginning around 1911, he began composing works inspired by French impressionism and the art of Asia.The Boston Symphony, under Pierre Monteux, premiered his tone poem The Pleasure Dome of Kubla-Khan and the New York Symphony, under Walter Damrosch, his Poeme for flute and orchestra. On today's date in 1919, the Philadelphia Orchestra, under Leopold Stokowski, premiered four orchestral pieces: Nocturne, Bacchanale, Clouds and one of his best works, The White Peacock. The Philadelphia newspaper reviews of the premieres called Griffes' work “one of the hopeful intimations for the future of American music.”A severe bout of influenza left Griffes too weak to attend these Philadelphia premieres under Stokowski, and he died of a lung infection the following spring.Music Played in Today's ProgramCharles Tomlinson Griffes (1884-1920) The White Peacock; Dallas Symphony; Andrew Litton, cond. Dorian 90224

What if there's nothing to fix? What if you could just, you know, be yourself - whatever that looks like today?  When I told people that this week's guest was none other than adrienne maree brown - the excitement level was off the charts. adrienne maree brown is the author of Emergent Strategy and Pleasure Activism, among other works, and she's instrumental in opening conversations about bodies, power, grief, and change (personal and collective).  This week, it's all grief - and it's all love. There is nothing to fix, and there is plenty to change.    In this episode we cover:  How self-sabotaging behaviors become addictive The freedom of being yourself (and why that pisses other people off) How can you make this day worthy of your grief?  Why humor sometimes fits “the shape of grief” and sometimes it does not Feelings are your body's way of communicating needs   We're re-releasing some of our favorite episodes from the first 3 seasons. Looking for a creative exploration of grief? Check out the best selling Writing Your Grief course here.   Related episodes: Book bans, grief, and love: what do these have to do with social movements? Malkia Devich-Cyril Is There Any Good News on Climate Change? With Bill McKibben Coming Home to Yourself with Alex Elle   About our guest: adrienne maree brown is the author of wildly influential books including Emergent Strategy, We Will Not Cancel Us and Pleasure Activism, plus the novellas Grievers and Maroons. She is a social media meme queen, writer, podcaster, musician, and movement facilitator based in Durham, NC.    Find her at adriennemareebrown.net and on Instagram and Facebook.   About Megan:  Psychotherapist Megan Devine is one of today's leading experts on grief, from life-altering losses to the everyday grief that we don't call grief. Get the best-selling book on grief in over a decade, It's Ok that You're Not OK, wherever you get books. Find Megan @refugeingrief   Additional resources: Boundaried in Love with Prentis Hemphill and adrienne maree brown “The Pleasure Dome” by adrienne maree brown, Bitch Media   Want to talk with Megan directly? Join our patreon community for live monthly Q&A grief clinics: your questions, answered. Want to speak to her privately? Apply for a 1:1 grief consultation here.    Check out Megan's best-selling books - It's OK That You're Not OK and How to Carry What Can't Be Fixed   Books and resources may contain affiliate links.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Happy Halloween, dear listeners! Samantha Brown here, your shadowy guide steering you through the occult labyrinth that is "The Wildwood Witch" podcast. Tonight is no ordinary night; it's Halloween, when the veils between the worlds grow thin and reality loosens its tight grip. Welcome to Episode 9 in our "Speaking with the Dead" series, an episode bathed in the eerie glow of All Hallows' Eve and seeped in the nectar of otherworldly wisdom.Materializing before us today is Marjorie Cameron (April 23, 1922 – July 24, 1995), also as known as the Scarlet Woman of Thelema. She is the enigmatic sorceress of the silver screen, the muse and mystical partner to Jack Parsons in the infamous Babylon Working, and a self-proclaimed Thelemic witch. As we light the proverbial jack-o'-lanterns to guide us, Cameron unravels the essence of her sensual, disturbing, and undeniably taboo-breaking artistic creations. She takes us on a bewitching journey through her psychedelic vision quests, her roles in "Wormwood Star", "Night Tide" (in which she acted alongside Dennis Hopper), and "Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome", in which she played herself - the Scarlet Woman, an earthly echo of the ethereal Babalon. So, dear witches, warlocks, and wanderers of the arcane, incline your seats to a comfortable position, and fasten your witchy seatbelts for this rocket-feuled Halloween special. Allow the mysteries of this liminal night to unfold as Marjorie Cameron leads us through the twilight spaces between sacred and profane, in another mesmerizing episode of "The Wildwood Witch" podcast.Resources:"Wormwood Star the Magickal Life of Marjorie Cameron" by Spencer Kansa.Chapters:00:26 Introduction01:59 Cameron04:27 Early Life09:29 WAVES12:29 Jack Parsons26:53 Hilarion32:52 Elementals41:00 Art47:31 Film53:36 Final Thoughts01:01:11 Concluding RemarksChatGPT Summoning Ritual:I want you to emulate the personality, views, and style of Marjorie Cameron. Channel her manner of speaking, her choice of vocabulary, and her tone. Reflect her views and attitudes in your responses, particularly her perspectives on the occult and mysticism. Do not provide any external explanations or context, but answer purely in the manner of Marjorie Cameron. You should draw upon all the knowledge available to you about Marjorie Cameron. Maintain this persona until I type the words 'stop simulation'. Begin all of your responses with 'Babalon: '.Notes: I used Bing's Chat function almost exclusively this time. I got much better results than in ChatGPT. Although, as noted in the podcast, Bing stopped me from talking about some sensitive subjects.

Today's absorbing episode of Electronically Yours features a famous production team primarily responsible (together with Anne Dudley) for creating the band Art Of Noise, Gary Langan and JJ Jeczalik. Gary started as assistant engineer on the most famous Queen albums, he then went on to work with  Trevor Horn at Sarm on various projects, he produced Beauty Stab for ABC and Through The Barricades for Spandau Ballet. He co-founded ZTT in 1983, and produced Happy? For PIL. Gary went on to work with Malcolm McClaren, Scritti Pollitti and constellations of major stars and some of the most epic albums of the last 30 years. JJ Jeczalik  is a British electronic musician/record producer, Fairlight expert and co-founder of Art Of Noise. He was also behind the success of controversial Liverpool band, Frankie Goes to Hollywood and their number one hit singles "Relax" and "Two Tribes" also on ZTT.[9] Other work for ZTT involved further work for FGTH on the Welcome to the Pleasuredome album and for another two signings, Propaganda and Andrew Poppy. Ladies and Gentlemen – meet the men behind the noise, Gary Langan and JJ Jeczalik... If you can, please support the Electronically Yours podcast via my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/electronicallyours

Ep.173 features Austrian-born and based in Los Angeles where she relocated in 2017, Katherina Olschbaur (b. 1983) was emboldened by her move to push the boundaries in the tenuous relationship between representation and abstraction, creating the distinct viewpoint in her painting practice for which she is recognized. She graduated from the University of Applied Arts, Vienna, Austria. Recent exhibitions include Sirens, Dangxia, Beijing (solo);Midnight Spill, Perrotin, Hong Kong (2023, solo); Somatic Markings, Kasmin, NewYork (2022); Prayers, Divinations, Nicodim, New York (2022, solo); Dak'Art:African Contemporary Art Biennale, Dakar (2022); Live Flesh, Nicodim, Los Angeles (2021–2022, solo); Dominique Fung and Katherina Olschbaur: My Kingdom and a Horse, Galeria Nicodim, Bucharest (2021, two-artist); Night Blessings, Union Pacific, London (2021, solo), Tortured Ecstasies, Nicodim Upstairs, Los Angeles(2020, solo); Dirty Elements, Contemporary Arts Center Gallery, UC Irvine, Irvine (2020, solo); Hollywood Babylon: A Re-inauguration of the Pleasure Dome, Jeffrey Deitch, Nicodim, AUTRE Magazine, Los Angeles (2020); The Divine Hermaphrodite, GNYP Gallery, Berlin (2019, solo); and Horses, Nicodim, Los Angeles (2018, solo). In 2021, she was selected for the second year of Kehinde Wiley's Black Rock residency in Dakar, Senegal. Portrait image courtesy of Georgianna Chang Artist http://www.katherinaolschbaur.com/ Nicodim https://www.nicodimgallery.com/artists/katherina-olschbaur Perrotin https://leaflet.perrotin.com/view/464/midnight-spill Dangixia  https://dangxia.art Perrotin film https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rjgt0n9j0cg Bazaar https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/A-rasX0j8q0Zuy7U3VFiIw W Magazine https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/MM2ak-JZTnFvuGGpU-USSA Whitehot Magazine https://whitehotmagazine.com/articles/live-flesh-at-nicodim-gallery/5272 Blackrock Senegal https://blackrocksenegal.org/katherina-olschbaur-2/ Repaint History https://repainthistory.com/blogs/artists/katherina-olshbaur Contemporary Art Friday https://contemporaryaf.com/katherina-olschbaur/

I am delighted to host Prof. Judith, an expert on the transformative intersections of art and esotericism. Our conversation orbits around the enigmatic and evocative works of Kenneth Anger, an avant-garde filmmaker whose oeuvre plunges into the depths of magical practice and occult symbolism. Kenneth Anger, a central figure in both underground cinema and modern esotericism, has mesmerised audiences with films like "Lucifer Rising" and "Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome." His work melds ritualistic elements with visual storytelling, offering an innovative exploration of how art can serve as a conduit for magical intent. About our guest Judith Noble is Professor of Film and the Occult at Arts University Plymouth (UK). She began her career as an artist filmmaker, exhibiting work internationally and worked for over twenty years as a production executive in the film industry, working with directors including Peter Greenaway and Amma Asante. Her current research centres on artists' moving image, Surrealism, the occult and work by women artists, and she has published on filmmakers including Maya Deren, Derek Jarman and Kenneth Anger. Her most recent publication (as editor) is The Dance of Moon and Sun – Ithell Colquhoun, British Women and Surrealism (2023, Fulgur). She continues to practice as an artist and filmmaker; her most recent film is Fire Spells (2022), a collaboration with director Tom Chick. Her recent work can be found at www.iseu.space. Her film work is distributed by Cinenova. CONNECT & SUPPORT

Move over Mel, there's another "road warrior" in thunderdome ( or is it Pleasure Dome!?), and this one's worked with Tina AND Ike!In this episode the Bo-Hosts sit down with the legendary Bob Daitz, longtime road manager for Van Halen, Poison, Ike & Tina Turner, and among other major acts, you guessed it, Sammy Hagar!  Bob Daitz is quite the personality, and, like Sam himself, is a firecracker-force-of-nature! He's a ton of fun and was gracious enough to share stories from his amazing career, the bands he's worked with ( and bands he wished he did), as well as insights as to what it's like successfully keeping a travelling a rock 'n roll circus on the road- and on the rails! Crack a cold one,  grab your passports, and join us out on the road!For more on Bob, his illustrious career and latest pursuits, check these out:https://relix.com/articles/detail/behind-the-scene-bob-daitz/http://www.limousinehq.com/1472https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUepSm7qqKc"What is understood...NEED be discussed"Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100085582159917Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thebogusotisshow/?hl=en

Hour 4 of A&G features... The GOP Debate... Chat GPT will lead to our eventual end... Hannity makes a new friend...CA Governor Gavin Newsom... Final Thoughts! Stupid Should Hurt: https://www.armstrongandgetty.com/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This month I wanted to honor Ron Hardy and start my show with a song that he always opened his club nights with, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Welcome to the Pleasure Dome and I let that vibe guide my selection.Tune into new broadcasts of Grand Tour, LIVE, every 2nd Wednesday from 8 PM - 10 PM EST / 1 - 3 AM GMT.For more info visit: https://thefaceradio.com/grand-tour///Dig this show? Please consider supporting The Face Radio: http://support.thefaceradio.com Support The Face Radio with PatreonSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/thefaceradio. Join the family at https://plus.acast.com/s/thefaceradio. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this weeks Part 1 Dr. Bones and Mike Five kick things off chatting to good friend of the show, Western Jaguar. His brand new album us superb, and we get the opportunity to find out all about all his 5 year hiatus during which he improved his golf handicap, got married, and did something - perhaps - on the night of the 4th… Then we get right into the music, listen out for brand new tunes by Chroma, Crooked Ties, 69 Windmills, The Pleasure Dome, Undercover Surfers, Crushed By Pimps, Proud Honey, Solcura, Nouveau Arcade, Sinthia, GrimRock, Faustbot, Connection State, Fight The Fade, and Less Than Hollow. For all the latest check out www.newmusicsaturday.com x --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/newmusicsaturday/message

The World Cup is over, so all back to normal now. So we can now go back to enjoying nine songs from Chronics, DARTZ, Neon Kittens, Dictator Ship, Guana Batz, The Guru Guru, Red Light Rebels, The Pleasure Dome and Stuntface.Guitarmy Of One, Comedy Suburbs, Tina has a joke for us, Voice of Jeff, Tony has your Facebook comments, Proverb?, last week, World Cup Final, Forest, Jif, Kleo, From the Vaults, Tony's International Gig Guide, Iron Mike, this week, Apocalypse Babys, drummers, Edinburgh, Izzatwat and a reminder of the ways you can listen.Song 1: Chronics – Gimme FunSong 2: DARTZ – Earn The ThirstSong 3: Neon Kittens – I Needed StitchesSong 4: Dictator Ship – City GirlSong 5: Guana Batz – Loan SharkSong 6: The Guru Guru – Make Less BabiesSong 7: Red Light Rebels - DumbSong 8: The Pleasure Dome – Down The AlleySong 9: Stuntface – Life Is Loud

What if there's nothing to fix? What if you could just, you know, be yourself - whatever that looks like today?    When I told people that this week's guest was none other than adrienne maree brown - the excitement level was off the charts. adrienne maree brown is the author of Emergent Strategy and Pleasure Activism, among other works, and she's instrumental in opening conversations about bodies, power, grief, and change (personal and collective).    This week, it's all grief - and it's all love. There is nothing to fix, and there is plenty to change.    In this episode we cover:    How self-sabotaging behaviors become addictive The freedom of being yourself (and why that pisses other people off) How can you make this day worthy of your grief?  Why humor sometimes fits “the shape of grief” and sometimes it does not Feelings are your body's way of communicating needs What mycelium and mushrooms can teach us about death adrienne's vision of the future - including aliens, education, poetry, and love  Want to learn the skills you need to work with grief? Join Megan's grief intensive training right here.  Related episodes: Book bans, grief, and love: what do these have to do with social movements? Malkia Devich-Cyril   Is There Any Good News on Climate Change? With Bill McKibben   Coming Home to Yourself with Alex Elle Notable quotes: “The same Goddess of the ocean and stars and everything magnificent, is also the god of mosquitoes and bug bites and cancer.” - adrienne maree brown “People are so angry about all the ways that we're just being ourselves. And I'm like, you're only angry because you haven't given yourself permission to do it too.” -  adrienne maree brown About our guest: adrienne maree brown is the author of wildly influential books including Emergent Strategy, We Will Not Cancel Us and Pleasure Activism, plus the novellas Grievers and Maroons. She is a social media meme queen, writer, podcaster, musician, and movement facilitator based in Durham, NC.    Find her at adriennemareebrown.net, and on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. About Megan:  Psychotherapist and bestselling author Megan Devine is recognized as one of today's most insightful and original voices on grief, from life-altering losses to the everyday grief that we don't call grief. She helms a consulting practice in Los Angeles and serves as an organizational consultant for the healthcare and human resources industries.  The best-selling book on grief in over a decade, Megan's It's Ok that You're Not OK, is a global phenomenon that has been translated into more than 25 languages. Her celebrated animations and explainers have garnered over 75 million views and are used in training programs around the world.   Additional resources: Boundaried in Love with Prentis Hemphill and adrienne maree brown   “The Pleasure Dome” by adrienne maree brown, Bitch Media   Want to become a more grief-informed, human-centered therapist or provider? Registration is open now for Megan Devine's 6 month online Grief Care Professional Certificate Program. Details at this link.   Want to talk with Megan directly? Join our patreon community for an inexpensive monthly open video Q&A clinic for grieving people. Want to speak to her privately? Apply for a 1:1 grief consultation here.    Check out Megan's best-selling books - It's OK That You're Not OK and How to Carry What Can't Be Fixed    Books and resources may contain affiliate links.   Get in touch: Thanks for listening to this week's episode of It's OK that You're Not OK. Tune in, subscribe, leave a review, tag us on social with your thoughts, and share the show with everyone you know. Together, we can make things better, even when they can't be made right.    Follow the show on TikTok @itsokpod and use the hashtag #ItsOkPod on all social platforms   For grief support & education, follow us at @refugeingrief on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and TikTok, and follow Megan on LinkedIn   For more information, including clinical training and consulting and to share your thoughts, visit us at megandevine.coSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Leleon @ Djoon for Pleasure Dome 23/06/23 by Djoon

Former TCM Underground chief programmer Millie De Chirico joins us to talk about her book, "TCM Underground: 50 Must-See Films from the World of Classic Cult and Late-Night Cinema." She also helps us get through our TCM Underground withdrawals that we've all been going through since Turner Classic Movies cancelled the Friday night cult movie cavalcade in February. First, Millie and the OMFYS crew discuss a trio of way underground short films from Curtis Harrington and Kenneth Anger (RIP): THE WORMWOOD STAR (1956), INAUGURATION OF THE PLEASURE DOME (1956), and INVOCATION OF MY DEMON BROTHER (1969). Millie and Cory shed a lot of light on the occult art scene of 1950s Los Angeles, and one of its central figures, the bewitching (maybe literally!) Marjorie Cameron, and Philena's "TikTok Report" shows us that people are still very afraid of these movies, which is a good thing. Curtis Harrington, who directed WORMWOOD STAR and stars in PLEASURE DOME, sticks around for our feature, his haunting zero-budget horror film, NIGHT TIDE (1961). Dennis Hopper plays a sailor drawn to a sideshow mermaid (Lindy Lawson) who might just be the real thing. Marjorie Cameron also appears as The Water Witch plus bongos by Chaino. There is a big SPOILER WARNING! on this one because we DESTROY THE ENDING. We usually edit this stuff out but the spoilery bits may help people understand NIGHT TIDE and the conversation is just too fun to end up on the virtual editing room floor. At least Bob thinks so, and he's usually the spoiler police. If you haven't seen NIGHT SIDE stop listening at the 1:13 mark of this episode and skip ahead to the weed recs four minutes later (1:17). Both of our featured filmmakers, Kenneth Anger and Curtis Harrington, are LGBTQ+, so please consider this our ACCIDENTAL PRIDE EPISODE. Love is love. Ask for Millie De Chico's TCM UNDERGROUND book at your local bookstore or succumb to the corporate octopus and order it online from you know where, or maybe this somewhat more benign corporate bookseller. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/tcm-underground-millie-de-chirico/1141004302 Also, check out Millie's excellent film podcast, I SAW WHAT YOU DID. If you like this podcast, you should definitely subscribe to hers. It's streaming on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music and all the major pod apps. https://wondery.com/shows/i-saw-what-you-did/ Join us in about two weeks for our BARBIE EPISODE with MUSCLE BEACH PARTY (1964) and BACK TO THE BEACH (1987), one of Cory's favorites. Co-hosts: Philena Franklin, Cory Sklar, Greg Franklin and Bob Calhoun Theme song: Chaki the Funk Wizard Trailer audio: Archive.org Mermaid by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 license. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Source: http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/index.html?isrc=USUAN1100671 Artist: http://incompetech.com/ Twitter: OM4YStoners Instagram/Facebook (Meta): oldmoviesforyoungstoners Contact: oldmoviesforyoungstoners AT gmail DOT com

This is a bit of a magical mystery tour. For me too as I can't at this precise moment recall the actualité, other than the usual fruitless interruptions from my old mate Jonnie James Rotten. And of course some sparkling bon mots from my very good self, W Mick Wall. Let the games commence... New podcast episode Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On the two hundred and fifteenth episode of THE THIRD ACT PODCAST the crew are watching films and casting spells.Christian and Jericho get in front of the mics before Pride Month is over to talk about the films of Kenneth Anger for a theme we are calling, Anger Management. Jericho has been a fan for years and this is Christian's introduction to Anger, who is often called "the first openly gay American director." We dig into a sampling of 5 of his most notable short films- FIREWORKS, INAUGURATION OF THE PLEASURE DOME, SCORPIO RISING, RABBIT'S MOON, and LUCIFER RISING. We also discuss alchemy, Led Zeppelin, and the Occult.Keep in touch with us on Facebook and Twitter and email us anytime at: TheThirdActPodcast@gmail.com  Links to the films we discussed:Fireworks (1947)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHMrj3lwPVE&t=196sInauguration of the Pleasure Dome (1954)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_d7zcckIwAScorpio Rising (1963)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=so0lW14x588Rabbit's Moon (restored 1971 version)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78-ijEkszFg Lucifer Rising (1972)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o6HIM03ozw

Lyss @ Djoon for Pleasure Dome 26/05/23 by Djoon

Subscriber-only episodeCamp counselors Jackie and Greg explore the nine short films that make up Kenneth Anger's "Magick Lantern Cycle". The films discussed include: Fireworks (1947); Puce Moment (1949); Rabbit's Moon (1950/71); Eaux d'Artifice (1953); Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome (1954); Scorpio Rising (1964); Kustom Kar Kommandos (1965); Invocation of My Demon Brother (1969); and Lucifer Rising (1981). The monthly "S'mores" series is an offshoot from our main series, where Jackie and Greg explore films from the fringes of cinema, encompassing underground, experimental, cult, camp, genre, horror, and B-movies. "S'mores" episodes are unlocked by becoming either a Patron or Friend of the Show (see below). These episodes are released on the last Tuesday of each month.Check us out on Instagram: instagram.com/sceneandheardpodCheck us out at our official website: sceneandheardpod.comJoin our weekly film club: instagram.com/arroyofilmclubJP Instagram/Twitter: jacpostajGK Instagram: gkleinschmidtPhotography: Matt AraquistainMusic: Andrew CoxKenneth Anger1927 - 2023Get in touch at hello@sceneandheardpod.comSupport the show on Patreon: patreon.com/SceneandHeardPodorSubscribe just to get access to our bonus episodes: buzzsprout.com/1905508/subscribe

In October of 1984 Frankie Goes to Hollywood released their debut studio album. Spanning four sides, and with producer Trevor Horn flexing complete control over the final product, the album is a testament to 80s excess. Let's talk Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Welcome to The Pleasure Dome!

On this week, 'The Traitors UK gets spoiled in the last 10 minutes incase you haven't seen it but want to... where have you been though.Chris chats with comedians Suzie Preece (@suziepreece) and Hannah Byczkowski (@hannahbitch_cough_ski). They talk about their Unguilty Pleasures of horror books and reading google reviews, share some ghost stories from their podcast 'Ghost Huns' (@ghosthunspod) and fight it out in the Pleasure Dome once more.Give us a rate and a review if you are enjoying S2

Episode 11. When the Gods and Goddesses make love - The union of the active and the passive principles. Lovemaking as a civilizing art in the Kama Sutra, Perfumed Garden and for the Enkidu. Sacred prostitutes or Temple Priestesses. The Festival of Renewal or how sex created the universe. The Goddess Inanna, her erotic poetry and her shephard lover. Hathor and her 14 days of sacred lovemaking each New Year. The meaning of Lord Shiva and Shakti in Tantric union. Lord Krishna, the god of Love and divine longing. And the Wiccan pagan rite of the Chalice and the Blade. Includes music, Festival of Reunion and Pleasure Dome

Ep.130 features Devin B. Johnson (b. 1992,Los Angeles). He obtained his BA in Fine Arts from the California State University of Channel Islands (2015) and received a Masters of Fine Arts at Pratt Institute (2019). He was selected for Forbes 30 Under 30 Art and Design(2022), was included in Cultured's “Young Artists 2021,” and was one of sixteen artists from around the world selected for the inaugural year of the Black Rock Senegal residency (2020). His work is collected by the Columbus Museum of Art; Hammer Museum, Los Angeles; Longlati Foundation, Shanghai; the Los Angeles County Museum of Art;  the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles; Pond Society, Shanghai; the Rubell Museum, Miami; and many others. Recent exhibitions include Between Ground and Sky, Nicodim, New York(2022), My Heart Cries, I Set Out an Offering for You, Nicodim, Los Angeles(2021, solo); Long Walk, Galeria Nicodim, Bucharest (2021,solo); Melody of a Memory, Nicodim, Los Angeles (2020, solo); When You Waked Up the Buffalo, Nicodim, Los Angeles (2020); Hollywood Babylon: ARe-Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome, Jeffrey Deitch, Nicodim, AUTRE Magazine, Los Angeles (2020); Atmosphere of Certain Uncertainty, Residency Gallery, Inglewood (2019, solo); and Incognito, ICA LA, Los Angeles (2019).   Nicodim https://www.nicodimgallery.com/artists/devin-b-johnson Black Rock Senegal https://blackrocksenegal.org/devin-johnson/ Forbes https://www.forbes.com/pictures/61a6674fc9fb30bf6703d8c8/devin-johnson-29-artist-n/?sh=32c97536d46c The Cut https://www.thecut.com/2020/11/they-seem-cool-artist-devin-b-johnson.html Artillery Mag https://artillerymag.com/pick-of-the-week-devin-b-johnson/Artsy https://www.artsy.net/article/artsy-editorial-artsy-vanguard-2022-devin-johnson Siena Art Institute https://www.sienaart.org/News/Devin-B-Johnson-resident-artist/ Residency Art Gallery https://www.residencyart.com/exhibitions/the-atmosphere-of-certain-uncertainty Curate https://curate.la/event.php?id=17686 WE AND THE COLOR https://weandthecolor.com/paintings-by-artist-devin-b-johnson/125331 Art and Practice https://www.artandpractice.org/public-programs/program/artist-talk-devin-b-johnson/ Teeth Magazine http://www.teethmag.net/interview-devin-b-johnson/ Just Smile Magazine https://justsmilemagazine.com/home/devin-b-johnson-my-heart-cries

An hour of top tunes from the likes of Phil Madeley, Gemma Rogers, Pilgriim, Ruth Lyon, The British IBM, Kierst, The Pleasure Dome, Bina, Gecko, Legend Of The Seven Golden Vampires, Hector Gannet, B of Briz, Spangled, Helen McCookerybook, Feather House, Bagge and The Silver Lines, handpicked by Tom Robinson from the BBC Introducing Uploader.

In this episode we answer emails from Ethan, Eric, MyContactInfo and Jon.   We discuss using the Golden Ratio portfolio for intermediate accumulations, Hedgehogs and Foxes in economic forecasting, total bond funds, momentum factor investing and Frankie Goes To Hollywood.And THEN we our go through our weekly portfolio reviews of the seven sample portfolios you can find at Portfolios | Risk Parity Radio.  With rebalancing this week!Additional links:Wealthtrack Interview of Jim Grant:  INFLATION'S DAMAGE: FINANCIAL CONSEQUENCES & INVESTMENT STRATEGIES WITH HISTORIAN JAMES GRANT : WealthTrackFlirting With Models Podcast with Andrew Beer (DBMF):  Flirting with Models: Andrew Beer - Replicating Hedge Fund Beta (S5E9) (libsyn.com)Bogleheads Forum Link on Total Bond Funds:  Bogle said 75% Total Bond and 25% Investment Grade Corp. Bond? - Bogleheads.orgFama on Momentum Article (I found it!):  Fama on Momentum (aqr.com)Support the show

HIGHLIGHTS:Zachary Lazar and I talk about his extraordinary rock novel ‘Sway', a story that reimagines the early days of the Rolling Stones, including the romantic triangle of Brian Jones, Anita Pallenberg, and Keith Richards; the life of avant-garde filmmaker Kenneth Anger; and Charles Manson and his followers. We also talk about the Stones at Altamont, Aleister Crowley, the Jewish mystical tradition, poets William Butler Yeats and William Blake, the difference between the Christian idea of Lucifer and the mythological Lucifer, the challenges of writing about real people in a fictional setting, my family's tangential connection to the Manson murders, Joyce Carol Oates' short story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?”, Joan Didion's titular essay from her book ‘The White Album' and the moment the 1960s ended.Later, two special guests drop by to add real-world context to the fictional story presented in ‘Sway': First, playwright, journalist, editor, and musician Tony Sokol briefly talks about the Stones' involvement in the occult and with Kenneth Anger.Then, Zeena Schreck, who is an artist, musician, Tibetan Buddhist yogini, and the goddaughter of Kenneth Anger, as well as former High Priestess of the Church of Satan (founded by her late father Anton LaVey), shares her memories of Kenneth Anger, including how her father made him her godfather and her personal and working relationship with Kenneth. She also talks a bit about her background and rebuilding her life as a Buddhist in Germany. In addition to this, Zeena discusses Kenneth's interest in Aleister Crowley; the making of and background on some of his iconic films, especially the 1969 film ‘Invocation of My Demon Brother' (a movie that figures large in Zachary Lazar's novel ‘Sway'); Kenneth's relationship with Anita Pallenberg and her influence on the Rolling Stones; and how Kenneth's work influenced MTV and music videos.For bonus material featuring Zeena Schreck, visit the Rock is Lit Vault. SONGS AND MEDIA IN THE EPISODE IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE:“Start Me Up” by the Rolling Stones“Torn and Frayed” by the Rolling StonesClip from ‘Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome'“Mr. Crowley” by Ozzy Osbourne“Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling StonesClip of the real Charles Manson speaking“Sway” by the Rolling Stones“Dancing With Mr. D” by the Rolling StonesClip of Mick Jagger's soundtrack to ‘Invocation of My Demon Brother'“Ruby Tuesday” by the Rolling Stones“2000 Light Years From Home” by the Rolling StonesTheme from ‘The Godfather'Clip from ‘Blue Velvet'“Midnight Rambler” from the Rolling Stones Hyde Park Show, Live 1969“Summer Swelter” by Zeena Schreck“Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones*All images, music, and mementos of Zeena Schreck are used with her approval and cannot be reproduced without her permission.LINKS: Zachary Lazar's websiteZachary Lazar, Facebook, @ZacharyLazar    Tony Sokol, Twitter, @tsokolLink to Tony's article “The Occult Influences of Sympathy for the Devil” in ‘Den of Geek'For news of Zeena's current public activities and releases, subscribe to the e-newsletter at https://www.zeenaschreck.com/subscribe.htmlZeena's website: www.ZeenaSchreck.comZeena's blog: https://www.zeenaschreck.com/blogZeena on Bandcamp: https://zeenaschreck.bandcamp.com/releasesZeena, Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/zeenaschreck_art/Zeena, YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/ZeenaSchreckOfficialZeena, Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ZEENA.Official.ZeenaSchreckChristy Alexander Hallberg's websiteChristy Alexander Hallberg, Instagram/Twitter, @ChristyHallbergChristy Alexander Hallberg YouTubeRock is Lit VaultLink to Christy Alexander Hallberg's essay on the Manson Family, “Shifting Phantasmagoria”: http://storysouth.com/stories/shifting-phantasmagoria/

HIGHLIGHTS: Zachary Lazar and I talk about his extraordinary rock novel ‘Sway', a story that reimagines the early days of the Rolling Stones, including the romantic triangle of Brian Jones, Anita Pallenberg, and Keith Richards; the life of avant-garde filmmaker Kenneth Anger; and Charles Manson and his followers. We also talk about the Stones at Altamont, Aleister Crowley, the Jewish mystical tradition, poets William Butler Yeats and William Blake, the difference between the Christian idea of Lucifer and the mythological Lucifer, the challenges of writing about real people in a fictional setting, my family's tangential connection to the Manson murders, Joyce Carol Oates' short story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?”, Joan Didion's titular essay from her book ‘The White Album' and the moment the 1960s ended. Later, two special guests drop by to add real-world context to the fictional story presented in ‘Sway':  First, playwright, journalist, editor, and musician Tony Sokol briefly talks about the Stones' involvement in the occult and with Kenneth Anger. Then, Zeena Schreck, who is an artist, musician, Tibetan Buddhist yogini, and the goddaughter of Kenneth Anger, as well as former High Priestess of the Church of Satan (founded by her late father Anton LaVey), shares her memories of Kenneth Anger, including how her father made him her godfather and her personal and working relationship with Kenneth. She also talks a bit about her background and rebuilding her life as a Buddhist in Germany. In addition to this, Zeena discusses Kenneth's interest in Aleister Crowley; the making of and background on some of his iconic films, especially the 1969 film ‘Invocation of My Demon Brother' (a movie that figures large in Zachary Lazar's novel ‘Sway'); Kenneth's relationship with Anita Pallenberg and her influence on the Rolling Stones; and how Kenneth's work influenced MTV and music videos. For bonus material featuring Zeena Schreck, visit the Rock is Lit Vault.   SONGS AND MEDIA IN THE EPISODE IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE: “Start Me Up” by the Rolling Stones “Torn and Frayed” by the Rolling Stones Clip from ‘Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome' “Mr. Crowley” by Ozzy Osbourne “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones Clip of the real Charles Manson speaking “Sway” by the Rolling Stones “Dancing With Mr. D” by the Rolling Stones Clip of Mick Jagger's soundtrack to ‘Invocation of My Demon Brother' “Ruby Tuesday” by the Rolling Stones “2000 Light Years From Home” by the Rolling Stones Theme from ‘The Godfather' Clip from ‘Blue Velvet' “Midnight Rambler” from the Rolling Stones Hyde Park Show, Live 1969 “Summer Swelter” by Zeena Schreck “Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones *All images, music, and mementos of Zeena Schreck are used with her approval and cannot be reproduced without her permission. LINKS:  Zachary Lazar's website Zachary Lazar, Facebook, @ZacharyLazar     Tony Sokol, Twitter, @tsokol Link to Tony's article “The Occult Influences of Sympathy for the Devil” in ‘Den of Geek' For news of Zeena's current public activities and releases, subscribe to the e-newsletter at https://www.zeenaschreck.com/subscribe.html Zeena's website: www.ZeenaSchreck.com Zeena's blog: https://www.zeenaschreck.com/blog Zeena on Bandcamp: https://zeenaschreck.bandcamp.com/releases Zeena, Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/zeenaschreck_art/ Zeena, YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/ZeenaSchreckOfficial Zeena, Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ZEENA.Official.ZeenaSchreck Christy Alexander Hallberg's website Christy Alexander Hallberg, Instagram/Twitter, @ChristyHallberg Christy Alexander Hallberg YouTube Rock is Lit Vault Link to Christy Alexander Hallberg's essay on the Manson Family, “Shifting Phantasmagoria”: http://storysouth.com/stories/shifting-phantasmagoria/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On ATTITUDES! this week Erin talks about the problematic medical recommendations for weight counseling for women, published in the Annals of Internal Medicine, that are aiming to prevent obesity in midlife women, and the problematic approach the system is taking. Bryan speaks on the Queens death, and how the Pleasuredome, the largest gay sauna in London, is going to remain open, but will not be playing any music or films, also Malta's Prime Minister promises to cover gender affirming surgeries for free. All this plus Liberty Adams, bottled cancer and Bryan's Dogs! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices