welsh's Incredible adventures - from cranky women

We are talking about women in tight leather, we really don't know what to say.... OF COURSE WE WANT IT! And I thought that it was very entertaining, and Welsh, how exactly could one portray the mechanical vibrating **** that is going to tear his asshole in a comical way?
 
Sander said:
Murdoch: Distinguish between Christianity and those who claim to follow Christianity. Look at the bible and gospels before claiming that, due to the stupidity of several people, Christianity itself is flawed.
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eh. I'm getting out of this whole religion debate thing. Its much more fun to watch people try to make their religious case with support than without. :wink:
 
ConstinpatedCraprunner said:
Anyway, someone just made a movie about welsh's real life expiriances anyway. Just see the beggining of Irriversible......
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I heard that movie is very violent and many people could not even bear the beggining of it!
 
...kind of sarcasm, as the beggining of the movie has the hero going thru a gay brothel/sex bar/whatever to find someone who raped his girlfriend. I just thought it was funny as welsh was in something of a similar situation (being throne into a gay rave).



The most violent movie I have ever seen, certainly.
 
welsh, I'd actually love to see the rest. I just really liked the rest of the story ALOT more then the last chapter, and thought it was especially disappointing as I just saw that episode of South Park on my computer.
 
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Uh thats what happens when we try posting at late hours, extra tired, with a cold pulling a headache. I actually thought it was the pic of some exotic dish or a pizza (try to look at it with your eyes unfoccused)

Anyway now I saw it clearly and... What can I say, sorry CC, nice avatar indeed. Thanks for the info, Eyemaster7 (valeu!)! :D
 
So there I was, yanked away from a horde of dancing homosexuals jerking to the beat of Techno Cher, away from a giant throbbing mechanical ape phallus, away from losing the virginity of my ass, by none other then women.

And it occurred why men love female breasts- for it reassures them of the safety of maternity, of the touch of female that is at the root of their existence, of the security of mammery.

And because they feel good.

But what women.

Charlies Angels hadn't been this good. These women, in their skin tight leather gear, had exploded from the sky, rapelled down to the crowd in a pyrotechnic fury, and were now stringing me up for a rescue.

And they were hot. A brunette, a red head, a blond and a hot bald black chick, with their big female (natural?) titties and their firearms.

How could one not be aroused?

I wanted to screw them all, at the same time, in many ways.

And suddenly I was pulled away from being sodomized in the midst of a gay rage and pulled up, up through the air, through the hole in the roof, up into the sky....

- more to come.
 
I thought I was rescued, but this was even better. I thought I was about to get laid.

Why else might they have rescued me?

There was a war going on below me, but it didn't matter. I was thinking of sex.

Sex sex sex! The biological imperative rules us. The opportunity to procreate, the satisfaction of spreading my seed in the luxury of one of those hot pussies.....

I thought I had been pulled from hell and sent to heaven.

In hindsight, perhaps I should have thought through my predicament with greater clarity.

In hindsight, I understood so little of what was happening.

But let's be fair, here, before we judge. When you have come within an inch of losing the virginity of your ass only to be rescued by a quartet of heaveny babes in tight leather, you might neglect thinking things through.
 
Yes, in hindsight I should have thought my situation through.

But I was too busy screaming as my skinny bare ass flew over the streets of San Francisco.

High above me, the thumping of an unseen helicopter's blades cutting through the dark sky. Below me, San Francisco, now slowly being swamped by the bay fog, people below looking up.

Watching my naked flatulating ass hover a few meters above their heads.

Through the fog my ass flew, down the corridors of San Francisco's city streets, over the parks and the venders, the people going to nightclubs, the taxis and the pedestrians. My slick greased up ass, pale as the moonlight which reflected off each glistening cheek.

Through the dark and the fog, the helicopter above me pulling me through and accross. Of the women, I could not see them clearly. Their dark leather blending them against the dark. They had come together and seemed to embrace on another rope, their leather clad bodies mingled in a knot of limbs.

I thought about what my 86 grandmother used to say, "Thing I hate about wearing leather pants is how it chaffs my thighs!"
I wondered if they felt that pain.

People below looking up, saying, "Hey look, it's a skinny white ass!" "It's Ass man!" "I've seen that before."

Over and down, finally passing the piers where the navy men whistled, the docks were seals sleep, across the bay, my ass so close to the water that the chaff of the waves would spash against my ass. Then up, higher, as we climbed over Alcatraz where so many asses had been violated.

Then down again, so my ass was almost in the water. The movements attracted sealife and soon there was a pod of dolphins swimming next to my naked ass, skipping out of the waves, dancing about me playfully, biting at my ass as if it were some giant fish or a plastic ball.

I might have enjoyed all of it but I had not stopped screaming since I had been pulled out of the gay Rave.

I had not known our destination, but as we flew over San Francisco Bay, the lights of the Golden Gate clear to the west of me, I saw a large pinkish light high on the hills. As we approached it became larger and through my tear filled eyes I could finally make out the words "Sappho's Retreat"

Higher now, higher, away from the water and the dancing dolphins, up the hill, my ass narrowly missing the brush and bramble, high, over a wall topped with razor wire and razor blades, over the attack dogs and over the next wall. Higher and higher, above what looked like a greek temple set into the Sausalito Hills, over a deep blue pool surrounded by women watching my naked ass hover a few meters above their head.

Then gravity hit, and I was falling, falling down.
 
Welsh on an acid trip; how ironic!

Great stuff Welsh, sure you didn't ghostwrite Alice in Wonderland?
 
Murdoch said:
Welsh on an acid trip; how ironic!
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Drugs?

Perhaps that's what it was after all.

Back in the bar, did someone slip a drug in my drink? That spinter in my ass, could it have been the injection of some hallucinagen?

Many times since those fateful days I have recollected the fragments of my memories. Slowly, over the years I have pieced the memories together. They form not a clear picture but a collage of sensations and memores.

Falling, I remember the falling, my balls suddenly shrinking to the size of an acorn with the expectation of a hard landing. (As if my penis, the faithful friend was screaming Danger danger danger!) In that moment of sheer panic, my lungs exhausted from screaming across the City of San Francisco and it's Bay, I knew I was lost, as if cast out and damned.

When I hit, I had a vague impression of falling not into a warm pool of welcoming water, but the cold sting of reality stinging my youthful naivete with harshness of our gendered world.

I landed in a stinging splash.

By body exhausted from all the fear and screaming, I might have drowned had I not been fished out of the pool like some stunned fish. Then I was sinking, down, my mouth open still screaming, water filling my lungs.

But they dragged me out.

They had their own purposes.

I know not who pulled me from the waters. They brought me to a lounge chair. I was dimly aware as they tied down my legs and feet with satin scarves. The water had soaked off the slime and ooze that had covered me since the gay bar. But now my naked wet body chilled in the cold Sausalito air.

They were all about me. They were everywhere

Women.

Women of all shapes and sizes.

Beautiful women too, so beautiful perhaps I might have been blinded but for my daze.

(Schwing! went my faithful friend, more conscious than my mind)

There were red heads and brunnetes, movie stars and models, blacks, asians, latinas, even a sexy midget. They were young and old, they were gorgeous and ugly. Some were delicate and some were rough. Some were beautiful, others were butch. Some belonged on the cover of a magazine, others belonged behind the bars of a Harley.

(Yum yum, said the faithful friend, looks like a banquet tonight!)

And they stood next to each other, and slowly I noticed things.

How they touched each other.

How they held hands.

How their hands grazed over each other's bodies, so delicate and tender.

(Happy Happy Happy Happy said the faithful friend)

I saw them kiss, their mouths touching, opening.

(LESBIANS!!!! COOL!!!! said the faithful friend).

Their bodies so close.

What is it about lesbianism that attracts men? Our fascination is simple, it is the word more. More women, more sex, and in the arrogance of the penis thinking that with out dicks we can conquer and fulfill the biological imperative.

A Greek temple, a celebration to Aphrodite!

(the faithful friend joyous, "I'm going to get some!")

An older woman came to me, sat down near me, looked down at my swollen member and smiled in a way that might have been wicked.

"You were the sacrifice?" She asked.

"Yes.." But before I could say more she put a finger to my lips.

"But you like women?" She said.

"Pussy, yes I like." My words coming out like Tarzan learning to speak.

"Perhaps, let's find out." She said. "Begin the test."
 
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