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Just call me Steven 
20th-Jun-2002 12:59 am
Ok, as ya'll know, I watched The St. Franciville Experiment last night. Problem being that one of the last scenes in the movie gave me a short story idea. This wouldn't be a big deal, but the story involves a rather explicit sex scene between an invisible ghost of indeterminent biological sex and a man chained to a wall. Thus, why I'd rather not take credit for it. (I'm a good boy.)

Thus why I'm thinking of letting my alter ego write it for me. See, I usually write as Steven when I don't want people to know it's me writing it. Hell, even if they do know, there's still plausible deniability. Below are some examples.

Ok, this first one was a love poem to this guy I had a huge crush on. When I orginally posted it as myself, I never mentioned who it was about.


Such a funny name
or so I thought
You were my one good roommate
My brother you were
I loved watching your mind
your quiet humor
you took me in like family
when I was alone
a wet dog in a stormy night
and now look at us
I feel for you what I would feel
for a husband
there is no sex but still we are lovers
in our own way
Gods I wish I had the words
to tell you how I feel
my love
you are the best friend I have
I hope you understand

Well, as you call tell, it was rather innocuous and bland. Well, I ended up posting it on line without his name. Then this one night, I was spending the night at his house when his wife was out of town. I got really drunk (thanks in part to the Paxil), and I ended up confessing that it was about him. (For the record, he asked.) Well, to make a bunch o' drama condense, we ended up having an affairette. This led to more bad poetry, but I ended up creating an e-mail account for my alter ego so I could post it without his wife finding out. Not that it mattered, she did, but it wasn't from me. The upshot of the new shadow e-mail was that I could get more explicit and sensual, and only a few people would know that my brain needed washing out with soap.

A poem from Steven to illustrate...

Dear lover,
I know that silence reigns between us
but in silence knowledge is passed
in every touch of exposed flesh
each glance a caress
my flesh tingles at your approach
my loins quiver when I see you smile
my heart pounds in anticipation of your hands

your kiss your tongue your body heat
passion ignited
the flames rise
we are reborn
the phoenix tempered in flame
we are one trancended body

you enter me
friction of tight
white muscle
our hearts beat
the rhythm of love
the sweat of sex
the bliss of fucking

whisper your lies
into my ear
I believe them
for now
in passion is truth

stare down at me
your eyes open in hunger
devour me
in your gaze
your touch
longing for completion

life at long last free
rushing out in waves
your warmth passes on to me
and my warth all over you
panting we rest

I smell you on me
you are my cologne
you are all I need right now
you are my love
you are me
you are my death

the silence returns
contentment at last
until next we touch.

Anyway, that little poem is a better example of what happens when I let Steven take over the keyboard.
20th-Jun-2002 02:25 am (UTC)
Claim it, it's good...
20th-Jun-2002 07:14 am (UTC) - Re:
yes, but it's dirty.
20th-Jun-2002 07:23 am (UTC)
Ain't nothin wrong with that, baby...
20th-Jun-2002 08:41 am (UTC)
Woo-hoo! No end to the perversion!
20th-Jun-2002 09:17 am (UTC)
Damn straight, lol... least not if I'm in the room, lol....
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