"Writing sexy stories with drunk beautiful girls while we are all naked and can't tell whose limb is whose; is the new ecstacy."
- Maggie, McCutcheon & Holly
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this is an unedited version of the night outside the Bottle of Blue. We rock. It's raining outside in Seattle. The wet has come again. All the streets glisten. Maggie and McCutcheon are sitting inside. I am typing a new story to be told. We both wonder what will happen. Can she sleep with me? She says no, for the moment. But in this life moments are short. And sexual feelings come on strong and last a long time.
Holly is outside having a cigarette. The smoke that fills her lungs is needed to help her forget. Death comes in many ways. Slow and fast. She is helping herself get through the day. This also makes her excited. Holly knows sex will also make her forget. She comes back inside and sees Maggie and McCutcheon. The way Maggie sits in tight blue jeans and the way McCutcheon types the keyboard with two fingers and without looking at the screen, turns her on.
“What are you guys doing?� asks Holly.
The cat jumps on Maggie's lap. McCutcheon thinks about two pussies touching each other.
“We are writing a sexy story to help with our boredom,� I say. Me McCutcheon
Then I realise that we all have a part to play. And this story will take different parts. Parts of the body.
“The real sex starts with the brain,� says Maggie.
We look at each other. We wonder if the fantasy can become real.
“I don't think so,� says Holly.
“Why not?� I ask.
“She is sceptical, but excited, as we all are,� says Maggie.
I look at both of the young women. They are lonely and tempting and as a man I feel what they feel, but there is always something more. How can sex help? Usually sex leads emotions in the other way. It can never be easy. Then again, it's a another rainy night in Seattle.
We have all been there for that. Maybe sleeping with each other will help. Not with the emotions, just with the boredom. There is tension in the air. And we are all young. We are all alone. And we are inside. It wouldn't take much to take our clothes off.
It could be the hardest and easiest thing we ever did. I wonder what it takes.
I look at Maggie and wonder if she will be up for what I only feel inside.
Then she says, “Real sex starts in the brain.�
I wonder if what she is willing, and what is in her brain, can become what we both can feel physically.
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Holly is sitting in the rain. Feeling it fall, brushing her with the gusts of Seattle wind.
Life is hard with it's thousand of little deaths, the cigarette she smokes being one of them.
She can hear Maggie and McCutcheon inside. They are talking and she feels alone and a part of it at once.
What thing would make it better?
What would make it not so fucked up?
She wanders in, cold and soggy.
Maggie and McCutcheon are conversing, laughing.
There is a definite tension to them.
She feels wrung out, wanting to absorb what it is that is going on in this room.
Maggie looks beautiful as always. Regal, in a sexy way.
McCutcheon is banging at his keyboard. Pounding out word after word after word.
He is madness on words, he loves them like life. Almost enough to call it a sexual relationship with them.
She looks at them both and wonders what she missed while she was gone…
All this intimate energy.
She talks very little, it's more the idea of watching. But, damn it, if she couldn't just take it a little further, forget a little more.
“What are you guys doing?� she asks.
“We are writing a sexy story.� McCutcheon replies, “You take over now.�
Jesus, my brain seizes with all the possibilities.
And then Maggie says, “Real sex starts in the brain.�
I see lips, legs, ass, cock, fucking fucking fucking!
“McCutcheon says, “Fuck I want to take my clothes off!�
Real sex starts in the brain.
It's raining outside. Maggie can hear the thousands of raindrops falling. Thousands of raindrops every second. Like the thousands of thoughts running around her mind.
She is inside. It's warm and cosy. She watches McCutcheon typing with his two fingers and his thoughts are floating out of his mind. Maggie is quiet. She just thinks. She keeps her thoughts in her mind.
Her relationship with McCutcheon has always been tense. And tense is the situation right now. She is attracted to him. He is attracted to her. They both try to hide it that's why the always tease each other. It's sex that is in the air.
They are both sitting next to each other. Everybody with his own thoughts about how it is going to be. What should happen. Maggie wants it. They both want it but yet Maggie does not want it to want it. It's hot inside. She feels like taking off her clothes. Just a touch of it. Just feel a little bit of it. She wants to touch him. She wants him to touch her, but she is scared of what's going to happen then. There is no way back then. What happened if? Maybe they would treat each other in a nicer way if they would let out their sexual tension in between.
Holly comes back in again. She is done with her cigarette. It's too rainy outside anyway.
“What are you guys doing?� she asks.
Nothing, I think. Real sex takes place in the brain. Holly and McCutcheon have misunderstood me and said sex starts in the brain.
Holly sits down. We all feel very close in this special moment and McCutcheon strikes over Holly's back. I am kissing Holly. McCutcheon kisses me. I am kissing McCutcheon and suddenly we are in the middle of our thoughts. Holly and McCutcheon and me are all kissing at once. It all takes place in the brain, before it becomes reality and physicality.
We will be back soon with some more but we have to enjoy now!! Sorry!!
McCutcheon-
So I sit here and write and I worry about Holly, and I wonder what will happen between me and Maggie. As of now, I have kept my clothes on. I hope we can all love each other the way we are supposed to. Holly is a mother and Maggie is Sloth's ex girlfriend. I'm the guy who left Maggie on 1st ave. after taking Sloth to the air port once. It's all so much. Maggie has long flowing hair and I just found out I like to run my fingers through it, so maybe that means we won't kill each other.
“It's all like the 60�s,� Maggie says. “ We all love each other.�
She is drunk. She says, “We even loved The Sloth, even though he doesn't deserve it.�
I know Maggie doesn't mean it. She says don't ever write that, it is stupid. But it's also of the moment and we know moments don't last long.
And now Holly and Maggie are kissing again even though Holly said she is over her ‘kissing girls phase.'
“I just like to look at them now,� says Holly.
McCutcheon kisses both of them because he likes women too.
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look for the next version coming soon.
Holly is outside having a cigarette. The smoke that fills her lungs is needed to help her forget. Death comes in many ways. Slow and fast. She is helping herself get through the day. This also makes her excited. Holly knows sex will also make her forget. She comes back inside and sees Maggie and McCutcheon. The way Maggie sits in tight blue jeans and the way McCutcheon types the keyboard with two fingers and without looking at the screen, turns her on.
“What are you guys doing?� asks Holly.
The cat jumps on Maggie's lap. McCutcheon thinks about two pussies touching each other.
“We are writing a sexy story to help with our boredom,� I say. Me McCutcheon
Then I realise that we all have a part to play. And this story will take different parts. Parts of the body.
“The real sex starts with the brain,� says Maggie.
We look at each other. We wonder if the fantasy can become real.
“I don't think so,� says Holly.
“Why not?� I ask.
“She is sceptical, but excited, as we all are,� says Maggie.
I look at both of the young women. They are lonely and tempting and as a man I feel what they feel, but there is always something more. How can sex help? Usually sex leads emotions in the other way. It can never be easy. Then again, it's a another rainy night in Seattle.
We have all been there for that. Maybe sleeping with each other will help. Not with the emotions, just with the boredom. There is tension in the air. And we are all young. We are all alone. And we are inside. It wouldn't take much to take our clothes off.
It could be the hardest and easiest thing we ever did. I wonder what it takes.
I look at Maggie and wonder if she will be up for what I only feel inside.
Then she says, “Real sex starts in the brain.�
I wonder if what she is willing, and what is in her brain, can become what we both can feel physically.
************************************************************************
Holly is sitting in the rain. Feeling it fall, brushing her with the gusts of Seattle wind.
Life is hard with it's thousand of little deaths, the cigarette she smokes being one of them.
She can hear Maggie and McCutcheon inside. They are talking and she feels alone and a part of it at once.
What thing would make it better?
What would make it not so fucked up?
She wanders in, cold and soggy.
Maggie and McCutcheon are conversing, laughing.
There is a definite tension to them.
She feels wrung out, wanting to absorb what it is that is going on in this room.
Maggie looks beautiful as always. Regal, in a sexy way.
McCutcheon is banging at his keyboard. Pounding out word after word after word.
He is madness on words, he loves them like life. Almost enough to call it a sexual relationship with them.
She looks at them both and wonders what she missed while she was gone…
All this intimate energy.
She talks very little, it's more the idea of watching. But, damn it, if she couldn't just take it a little further, forget a little more.
“What are you guys doing?� she asks.
“We are writing a sexy story.� McCutcheon replies, “You take over now.�
Jesus, my brain seizes with all the possibilities.
And then Maggie says, “Real sex starts in the brain.�
I see lips, legs, ass, cock, fucking fucking fucking!
“McCutcheon says, “Fuck I want to take my clothes off!�
Real sex starts in the brain.
It's raining outside. Maggie can hear the thousands of raindrops falling. Thousands of raindrops every second. Like the thousands of thoughts running around her mind.
She is inside. It's warm and cosy. She watches McCutcheon typing with his two fingers and his thoughts are floating out of his mind. Maggie is quiet. She just thinks. She keeps her thoughts in her mind.
Her relationship with McCutcheon has always been tense. And tense is the situation right now. She is attracted to him. He is attracted to her. They both try to hide it that's why the always tease each other. It's sex that is in the air.
They are both sitting next to each other. Everybody with his own thoughts about how it is going to be. What should happen. Maggie wants it. They both want it but yet Maggie does not want it to want it. It's hot inside. She feels like taking off her clothes. Just a touch of it. Just feel a little bit of it. She wants to touch him. She wants him to touch her, but she is scared of what's going to happen then. There is no way back then. What happened if? Maybe they would treat each other in a nicer way if they would let out their sexual tension in between.
Holly comes back in again. She is done with her cigarette. It's too rainy outside anyway.
“What are you guys doing?� she asks.
Nothing, I think. Real sex takes place in the brain. Holly and McCutcheon have misunderstood me and said sex starts in the brain.
Holly sits down. We all feel very close in this special moment and McCutcheon strikes over Holly's back. I am kissing Holly. McCutcheon kisses me. I am kissing McCutcheon and suddenly we are in the middle of our thoughts. Holly and McCutcheon and me are all kissing at once. It all takes place in the brain, before it becomes reality and physicality.
We will be back soon with some more but we have to enjoy now!! Sorry!!
McCutcheon-
So I sit here and write and I worry about Holly, and I wonder what will happen between me and Maggie. As of now, I have kept my clothes on. I hope we can all love each other the way we are supposed to. Holly is a mother and Maggie is Sloth's ex girlfriend. I'm the guy who left Maggie on 1st ave. after taking Sloth to the air port once. It's all so much. Maggie has long flowing hair and I just found out I like to run my fingers through it, so maybe that means we won't kill each other.
“It's all like the 60�s,� Maggie says. “ We all love each other.�
She is drunk. She says, “We even loved The Sloth, even though he doesn't deserve it.�
I know Maggie doesn't mean it. She says don't ever write that, it is stupid. But it's also of the moment and we know moments don't last long.
And now Holly and Maggie are kissing again even though Holly said she is over her ‘kissing girls phase.'
“I just like to look at them now,� says Holly.
McCutcheon kisses both of them because he likes women too.
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look for the next version coming soon.
Maggie, McCutcheon & Holly
Well there's nothing I can do to stop you two from fucking now that I'm over here in Jolly Olde. In fact Don't need my permission. But maybe my acceptance. Fuck Fuck Fuck. That's what life is for. I know you both like it so why not? Don't think I won't get upset. I might cry. I only think about her every 10 seconds. But the truth is I left and leaving the past behind is part of life. Remember that time on ecstasy when you tried to steal her from me? High? Hi. Hello. What are friends for. All's fair in love and war.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
In a more perfect world we would all be sleeping together and the only sexually transmitted disease would be multiple orgasms.
FUCK FUCK FICKLE FUCK.
For tomorrow we die.
- Sloth (drunk again on Oxford Street)
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
In a more perfect world we would all be sleeping together and the only sexually transmitted disease would be multiple orgasms.
FUCK FUCK FICKLE FUCK.
For tomorrow we die.
- Sloth (drunk again on Oxford Street)
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don't be such a prat.
nothing is going on. except that Maggie was crying when you wrote that you wanted to shag some big busted law student.
Anyway I'm in love with this girl named Brooke who lives in Colorodo, we meet on line and I've only written to her once, but have already asked her to marry me twice. I know you have seen the emails and her breasts on that album cover.
This is all fun and games. be light, laugh.
I mean have you ever seen me, drunk, jealous and depressed? Ha!
Love you Slothie! Even though you told Maggie that you wouldn't miss me when you were gone. Ta.
by the way- I'm running the Bottle of Blue solo. what gives?
nothing is going on. except that Maggie was crying when you wrote that you wanted to shag some big busted law student.
Anyway I'm in love with this girl named Brooke who lives in Colorodo, we meet on line and I've only written to her once, but have already asked her to marry me twice. I know you have seen the emails and her breasts on that album cover.
This is all fun and games. be light, laugh.
I mean have you ever seen me, drunk, jealous and depressed? Ha!
Love you Slothie! Even though you told Maggie that you wouldn't miss me when you were gone. Ta.
by the way- I'm running the Bottle of Blue solo. what gives?
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And you are starting to sound like Ryan. Don't go down that way man. I'm the best friend you have. I wouldn't steal your girl, even though you left her broken hearted. And I don't try to kiss your girlfriends behind your back like you have done to me on numerous occasions. Your excuse? "It's not fair you get the hot ones."
okay enough of my bitching. Man I have been writing a lot today.
10-4 good buddy.
Go to Ireland for the weekend and drink Guinness for me.
okay enough of my bitching. Man I have been writing a lot today.
10-4 good buddy.
Go to Ireland for the weekend and drink Guinness for me.
Maggie, McCutcheon & Holly
I'm at least half Victorian -- I almost always behave. You on the other hand do not -- and I love the fruits of your misbehavior. Your unedited version is very good. I'm sending you a present for it.
Maggie, McCutcheon & Holly
When you cry wolf so much okay admittedly maybe I was getting overly para. I should have known you were just trying to pull my strings.
To hear that Maggie is upset makes my stomach ache. And when I kissed Julia Gulia it was just a joke. And I never kissed Tara, Tara kissed me. There is a difference. As for anybody else, I can't even remember.
I'm not going to Ireland, but if I were I would raise many pints to you my mate from across the ocean.
To hear that Maggie is upset makes my stomach ache. And when I kissed Julia Gulia it was just a joke. And I never kissed Tara, Tara kissed me. There is a difference. As for anybody else, I can't even remember.
I'm not going to Ireland, but if I were I would raise many pints to you my mate from across the ocean.
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If you re read the story, you will see the only thing that would hurt you is maybe what Maggie wrote. I didn't shag her, she shagged me. There is a difference.
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This is a work in progress. It's a little draining. Once I regain my stamina it's back to the broads, er, I mean boards. And thanks, the paintings are great.
http://www.abcgallery.com/M/matisse/matisse157.html
http://www.beatmuseum.org/ferris/ferris1j.html
http://www.abcgallery.com/M/matisse/matisse157.html
http://www.beatmuseum.org/ferris/ferris1j.html
Maggie, McCutcheon & Holly
No one's posting today?
So I'm posting to / for Maggie and a seventeen year old son of Southern Baptist preacher man who wrote a musical using Ben Fold's Five's "Song for the Dumped," Three 6 Mafia's "Azz and Tittiez," and Fiona Apple's "Paper Bag":
"Come on put a little love here in my void
He said, It's all in your head,
And I said, So is everything."
Amen to uncensored thoughts and a sense of humor!
So I'm posting to / for Maggie and a seventeen year old son of Southern Baptist preacher man who wrote a musical using Ben Fold's Five's "Song for the Dumped," Three 6 Mafia's "Azz and Tittiez," and Fiona Apple's "Paper Bag":
"Come on put a little love here in my void
He said, It's all in your head,
And I said, So is everything."
Amen to uncensored thoughts and a sense of humor!
Maggie, McCutcheon & Holly
That´s nice - I like it. Thank you Sarah!
We actually wrote a little story about not having sex but it got lost while posting as the bulletin was down for a day - but it was not so good anyway and well it should be taken as a sign that we could not get it posted.....It´s sex that sells....Why?....
It´s the most exciting thing in the world and we all like it..(I bet the pope too)....Do some "brain" work and think about it! *Smile*
- Maggie
We actually wrote a little story about not having sex but it got lost while posting as the bulletin was down for a day - but it was not so good anyway and well it should be taken as a sign that we could not get it posted.....It´s sex that sells....Why?....
It´s the most exciting thing in the world and we all like it..(I bet the pope too)....Do some "brain" work and think about it! *Smile*
- Maggie
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OOOHHPS - I overlooked ....It did get posted (under another thread, however)..It´s not as exciting as the other story, however.....
-Maggie
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It wasn't as exciting because in that one we didn't have sex. Think about it. When can we shag again? Just for the art of it.