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Wednesday, April 30, 2003
The Examination
The examination room was like none Heather had ever seen. In fact, it looked more like an elegant bedroom of the 19th Century. The room was about 20 feet square. Opposite the door -- the only door -- was a bay window with translucent white lace drapes. The carpeting on the floor was as plush as in the doctor's office, but it was rose-hued, as were the walls.On each of the walls were a series of well-executed water colors depicting pastoral scenes. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed. It was a four poster, with dust covers and ruffles.There was a thick comforter,turned down, and feather pillows. The pillowcases and sheets were linen. Next to the bed was a cart holding a variety of what looked like electronic devices. Dr. Alan Miller was smiling. "Are you ready for your exam, Heather?," he asked in a gentle voice. "Yes, I am, Alan," she responded. "What do I do first?" "Well, the first time I see someone new, I try to make them feel comfortable," the doctor said. "I'll put on some soft music. In the meantime, take off your gown and please place this padded mask over your eyes. I'm going to dim the lights a little but, even so, I find my experimental subjects are put much more at ease if they can't actually see what is happening. "Please don't worry. Nothing painful or harmful is going to happen." Heather was beginning to believe she had made a big mistake but the doctor's voice was gentle and while the young lady she had seen earlier was a little confused, she certainly didn't look as if she had been harmed. Heather dropped the gown to the floor while the doctor adjusted the stereo. She walked over to the bed and pulled on the padded mask. It was made of black silk, with white lace trim. Heather set on the edge of the bed, unable to see. The music from the stereo sounded like Mozart. "Are you comfortable, Heather?," the doctor asked. "Yes, I am," she replied." Then why don't you put your feet up and relax... I'll be with you in a few minutes." Heather lay back on the bed. It was firm and comfortable. Heather was very attractive, so attractive that she was always getting more than her share of attention from men, ever since she was 15 years old. She was now 29, and the years had only added to her physical splendor. Heather was 5'7" tall and had a striking face with long dark brown hair and a figure that bordered on voluptuous. Her face was both angular and round, and she had a long,shapely neck. A little broad in the shoulders, her frame helped her carry two large and almost perfectly round breasts. Unlike many breasts her size, these two seemed to point towards heaven. They were capped by unusually large nipples that were normally soft but became like thick pencils when she was aroused. Her chest tapered down to a slim but not bony waist and then her body flared out generously towards her hips. Her belly protruded just a little. Rising up below her belly was her mound, generously covered with soft, long and curly brown hair. Her vaginal lips protruded noticeably. Heather had long, well-shaped legs. When she had her legs together, diamonds were formed at her thighs, knees and ankles. Her feet were a 7A, and like many women, Heather had a shoe fetish. She'd rather buy shoes, she told herself many times, than get laid. She'd left her Ferragamos in the dressing room. From the back, Heather was a work of art. Her derriere was magnificent ... high, rounded and firm. In short, Heather was enough to make any heterosexual male drool on himself. Heather was fully relaxed on the bed, breathing evenly, when Dr. Miller came back into the room. "Are you feeling okay now, Heather?," he asked. "Yes,I'm fine, Alan," she responded. "Great...I'm ready to begin. I'm going to start by gently touching you in a number of places to determine how your reflexes are ... I'm starting now." Dr. Miller placed his hands on Heather's head and began to very gently caress her ... or at least it felt like a caress, Heather thought. He lifted her hair and began touching her ears and her neck. Heather sighed; she enjoyed being touched along her neck. The doctor then began to trace his fingers over her lips and nose. Then he moved down to her shoulders and up across her chest. He placed his hands alongside the edges of her breasts and gently lifted them a little. Heather sighed again and squirmed a little. But she didn't say anything. Dr.
Friday, April 25, 2003
Through The Door
Almost unconsciously, Heather found herself walking up the three small steps behind the man, who had turned around and walked back in just as she had started to question him. In a step or two, she was inside the townhouse, standing in a foyer. The man had disappeared. She looked around. Not too shabby, she thought. She was standing on a pinkish-hued marble floor, underneath a stainless steel chandelier. There were what look to be original oil paintings on the walls of the foyer. They weren't the great masters, of course, but they were good. The foyer had several hallways leading to the interior of the townhouse. Heather decided to follow one.The marble continued, but it was covered by a gray silk Chinese rug. Along the walls of the hallway, hanging gallery style, were more paintings, some oils, some water colors, but all obviously the work of the same person.The scenes were seascapes. Heather followed the hallway to its end, where she found a door with a small engraved sign: "Office". Feeling a little bit like Alice following the Mad Hatter, Heather reached for the doorknob, turned it, pushed open the door and walked into the office. She immediately stepped onto a think, sink-up-to-your-ankles white wool carpet. Pure white, as white as snow.Heather looked around, saw the man she had seen earlier sitting behind a glass desk, in a thick red leather swivel chair. The man's feet were up on the desk. He looked disheveled, although well-dressed. In his 40s, Heather thought. Brown hair, some gray, moustache and obviously near-sighted. Expensive shirt and cable-knit white sweater. Looks intelligent. "Sit down, young lady," the man said in a commanding but gentle voice. "I'm Doctor Miller. How can I help you?" "I read your ad, Dr. Miller," Heather said." I'm Heather Longfellow. I'd like to find out about your experiment." "First," the doctor said, "call me Alan. The experiment is exactly as described in the ad. I am measuring female orgasmic response and I'm looking for subjects. Are you interested?" "How do you conduct your experiment?," Heather asked. "I mean, how do you get a woman sexually excited enough to achieve an orgasm? Do you use special equipment?" Dr. Miller chucked a little. "Yes, I do," he said. It is my own equipment and it is very special, at least to me. Before I answer any more of your questions, however,I need you to sign a release and take a physical exam. Is that any problem for you?" Heather's eyes were darting around the room, looking at the doctor's med school graduate certificates, licenses to practice, books and mementos. She still hadn't a clue as to what she was getting herself into. "I guess its okay," Heather said. "Let me sign the release." "Fine," the doctor said. "There's a changing room next door. Please remove your clothes, put on the dressing gown and go into the room marked 'Examination'. "I'll be with you shortly." Heather got up and got into the changing room. It was more like a woman's dressing room, with an Empire chair, round mirror with make up lights, a shower and a large glass cabinet. Inside the cabinet were sealed packages of several brands of expensive makeup and sealed applicators. There was also a closet with padded hangers. First class so far, Heather thought, as she hung up her coat and began removing her clothes. She found a white silk bathrobe hanging in the closet. It, too, seemed new. She put on the gown and walked into the next room.The doctor was already there.
Monday, April 14, 2003
براي تو ... توئي كه مدتهاست نديدمت و گوئي چيزي از وجودم را گم كرده ام ... يادته مي گفتم كاش براي آه كشيدن هم شكلكي درست مي كردن! اين روز ها خيلي به آن احتياج دارم تا عمق غم دوريت را با زبان بي زباني بيان كنم ... خيلي دلم برايت تنگ شده . تمناي تمام وجودم اينه بر گردي، برگردي و زود بر گردي برگردي و سلامت برگردي...
Thursday, April 10, 2003
اشتباه نشود اين تصاوير مربوط به چندين سال پيش در ايران مي
Sunday, April 06, 2003
كلافي بي پايان يا اين حكايت همچنان ادامه دارد !!!
امشب در سر شوري دارم امشب در دل نوري دارم باز امشب در اوج آسمانم باشد رازي با ستارگانم امشب يكسر شوق و شورم از اين عالم گويي دورم از شادي پر گيرم كه رسم به فلك سرود هستي خوانم در بر حو ر و ملك در آسمانها غوغا فكنم سبو بريزم ساغر شكنم با ماه و پروين سخني گويم از روي مه خود اثري جويم جان يابم ز ين شب ها مي كاهم از غم ها ماه و زهره را به طرب آرم از خود بي خبرم ز شعف دارم نغمه اي بر لب ها امشب يك سر شوق و شورم از اين عالم گوئي دورم امشب قسمت سخت كار ( شناساندن يونيكد به قالب وبلاگ )را به كمك يكي از دوستان تمام كردم و طبيعتن بايد از اين بابت خيلي خوشحال باشم كه مي توانم فعايت عاديم را از سر بگيرم . اما ... اين چند روزه كه نمي توانستم چيز تازه اي بنويسم ، به دوستان زيادي سر زدم و با خود كوله باري از خبر هاي تاريخ گذشته را به سوغات آوردم!!! حالا زياد نمي خواهم شما را اول كاري زياد ناراحت كنم اما فقط جهت اطلاع دوستان عرض مي كنم كه اين روز ها : - خواهر امير آقا مريضه و در بيمارستان بستري و از همه عزيزان براي شفاي خواهرش تقاضاي دعا نموده ... - پدر گرامي آقا پيام هم چند روز پيش فوت نموده و ايشان عزاء دارند و براي شادي روحش تقاضاي فاتحه نموده ... - به تازگي عده اي از دوستان دور هم جمع شدند و مي خواهند يك خبر نامه را بياندازند و از جامعه وبلاگ نويسان تقاضاي همكاري نمودن بهتره شما هم سري به آنها بزنيد شايد شما هم همكارشان شدين! - و كامپيوتر آقا ايمان هم بشدت مريض شده! و دستش از دنياي نت كوتاه شده كه براي شفاي آنهم دعا مي كنيم!!! - و چند روز پيش هم تولد آقا نيما بود كه بنده خدمت رسيدم و عرض تبريك نمودم و برايشان كادوئي!!! فرستادم كه بد نيست شما هم سري بهش بزنيد!!! - نيمه سيب هم كه اين روزها نيمه ديگرش را يافته به شدت زمين خورده و شكرخدا چيزيش نشده ... - عاطفه هم اين چند روز گذشته همش از بي وفائي يار ناليده!!! نمي دانم او را چه شده؟اما هر چه باشه در اين مدت دوستيش رو به من يكي ثابت كرد ازش خيلي ممنونم؟؟ - نمي دانم به اين خانمي چي گفتم كه مدتيه باهام قهر كرده و ديگه بهم سر نمي زنه !!! - ريحانه هم كه نمي دانم هميشه خدا آن لاينه اما با هام اصلاً حرف نمي زنه!!! - و بلاخره شيوا كه خودش معرف خودشه و احتياجي به معرفي نداره سري بهش بزنيد و از آواز هاي قشنگش لذت ببريد!!! در پايان به اطلاع تمام دوستاني كه اين مدت بهم سر زدن و باهام ابراز همدري كردن مژده ميدم به زودي بهشون لينك خواهم داد!!! و همين جا از همه خيلي خيلي تشكر مي كنم مرسي |
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