I think too many people take themselves way too seriously. Life isn't meant to be mean or scary. Sure there are things in life that ARE mean and scary, and those do need to be dealt with, but once that's done, relax. Don't go around with a scowl on your face waiting for the next opportunity to screw someone over. So many do that and it just messes life up for the rest of us.

I met a girl in the park the other evening.
There was an instant spark between us and she immediately
dropped to her knees and laid on the grass at my feet.
As we lay making love, I thought
"These taser guns are well worth the money!!!"

*goofy grin*

CONTINUATION OF THE POCKET SAGA

Mr. Storm strolled over to the platform where she stood naked displaying her charms. As he stepped up onto the platform he slapped her pussy with a resounding wet sound and squeezed it. She could feel something splatter against her inner thighs and wondered what it could be, then realized it was her own excitement which must have been close to dripping from her.

Getting a new girl to relax can be a challenge, but alcohol can help. For a submissive, sitting and drinking with her can take a while and get you drunk as well. The point is not for you to get drunk but to get your slut a good buzz so she can get into the activities. The best way I have found is by using cheap wine as in enema. It is absorbed much more quickly and is much less expensive. It's also kinda fun. Just be careful not to use too much, and NEVER use hard liquor for this activity. Alcohol poisoning is even easier going in this end. So go cheap and have fun.

As she stepped through the door she could feel a lump of dread and excitement suddenly form in her belly.

She was anxious to see that room again. To confirm the things she thought she remembered from before. But when she took a step in that direction, Mr. Storm stopped her with a hand on her chest. The sudden contact shocked her into quick submission, and she quickly looked at his face then lowered her eyes.

Re-Genisis GEF-26A
by Stormbinder

Note from the author: This story was inspired by a real life medical technique where they use a virus to infect cells, replacing flawed genetic material with healthy genes. I got to thinking about this, and how it could be used to change other aspects of humanity, and my twisted mind naturally took it in the direction of this story.

This is not a true story, but logically it could be. This story is simply for your stimulation and enjoyment.

-=Storm=-
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She came to my house. I had explained how to get there on the phone. She was a little early, and very excited. She parked in the middle of the driveway, not knowing where the front door was. I came around and got her parked properly. She wore what I thought was a dress but I went to pull it up and found that the bottom was like wide open shorts. It was in fall browns and golds. I could easily slip my hands into the leg holes and feel her naked nether region.

"Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.

Every morning a lion wakes up.
It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.

It doesn't matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle.
When the sun comes up, you had better start running."

~African proverb~

I met her at the bookstore. Our place to meet. She had come early and I had arrived late. She had many problems at home. Her husband was comming down hard on her. Cancelling her AOL account. Kids leaving. She was down. We talked. We hugged. She was wearing two shirts and jeans. Security clothes; the kind you feel protected and secure in.

I met her in the bookstore. She was standing at the counter buying a triple mocha. I recognized her by the pretty summer dress and the delicate tatoo on her left forearm.