From: [email protected]
Subject: Nurse Jones on George
Date: 7 Jan 92 02:05:36 GMT
Well, I've been promising to send this. Here it is. I have a bunch of
posts sitting around that I can't remember if I posted, I've been so
distracted lately over this "A" thing. I erased one before I sent it
in, even. I don't think I have posted this before. Somebody tell me:
have I posted anything about our stay at The Posh Hotel? Over Xmas?
How 'bout my response to dri about Jay's bondage bra? Or the one about
the girl from Yale?
Anyway, I'm _pretty_ sure I haven't sent this one in. After you've
read it, you may understand this question: do they sell any models of
monitors that come with airbags?
Jay tells me that I can type ".r" and send a big file inside this
little one. Here goes: [editorial note: oh hell, I'll just post it.]
From Nurse Jones,
I have no idea how to do this. Explain from the beginning, Jay says.
You know that Jay and I have been hypnotizing each other. I have gone
back to being the submissive in our relationship and Jay is starting
to put me under hypnosis as I type.
There will be pauses between paragraphs while Jay takes me deeper, I
guess, I don't know how this is going to work. What am I supposed to
do here, tell jokes as filler or something?
q: Why did the ASBer cross the road?
a: sHe was stapled to the chicken.
q: How many ASBers does it take to screw in a
Oop. Better get serious, he's looking over my shoulder. He says put
dots to indicate pauses while I listen. To him, not you. Here goes.
...
I am in a light trance now. Whatever that is. I believe it works, I
just don't know what it is. Jay's instructions are to let the stream
of consciousness flow. Write down everything that comes to mind, a
kind of unexpurgated version of what goes on in my head as I write. He
says don't edit it so I can't use the backspace or the del key etc.
The only control I hav over it is whether I decide to post it or not.
It's working so far.
...
He says I'm going to have an orgasm while I write this, and that I
will have to keep typing right through it. He did this to me last week
and I had an orgasm without even touching myself. After my piercing
which I posted a while back we couldn't have sex until it healed so he
decided to try making me come without touching me. He put me into a
deep trance, spread eagled on the bed and told me I wouldn't remember
anything after and I didn't, except that before the orgasm I couldn't
move my arms or legs, it was like I was paralyzed or something and I
couldn't open my eyes or speak or hear anything but Jay's voice and I
couldn't really feel anything but my lips, nipples, and naughtybits
and they were hypersensitive and I couldn't do anything about it.
After that everything is a blank except I woke up and there was a wet
spot on the bed under me so thiose of you that think you can't have an
orgasm without touching yourself think again. Now he
...
Jay says I will remember that orgasm in a minute and write about it
and when I do I will have another orgasm except I will write about it
while it happens.
So anyway, here I am sitting here in front of the monitor and I can't
take my hands away from the keyboard and I can't take my eyes off the
screen and I am naked sitting on this stupid little chair with
pictures of george washington and american flags and bugles on the
upholstery and its totally uncomfortable because I can't get my knees
under the computer table so I have to sit with my legs apart on either
side of the printer and the chair won't pull close enough to let me
lean back so I have to sit up straight with perfect posture and that
means I'm hyperaware of my piercing but I told you about that already
the last time I had to type naked. Which was after I got pierced, come
to think.
Somebody asked how i caould post such personal stuff about myself.
This isn't personal because I've never met the asb folks except this
Josan guy and I wouldn't recognize him except by his white pants and
the fact that his mouth is probably open and his eyes are close
together and ... well, as my grandmother used to say, "if you can't
say something nice about someone, come over here and sit next to me."
I guess letting the entire asb crowd sharea n orgasm is personal, but
it isn't really. It's no more personal than what Anne Rice writes. Who
do you think Sleeping Beauty was, anyway? She wrote about what she
thinks is sexy. I bet she did some of it, too.
I'm by the fireplace where it's warm, but I can't move anything at all
and I think that is sexy. You know the feeling you get when you know
something is about ot hap oops to happen ha ha I fixed a typo anyway
and you feel all tingly and I'm going to have to get control of the
old stream of consciousness here or this won't make any sense at all
even to me.
I have no idea about how to write about an orgasm. I mean how do you
describe it to someone that wasn't actually me at the time but Jay
says give it a try and see what happenss. I tried to write abouut
orgasms when I wrote the list, but I read over them recently and they
sounded silly. I can't write aboaut orgasms. Maybe I can write during
them.
He's going to tell me
...
he just said the magic woids that let me remember that orgasm and now
I'm going to write about it and relive it and at the right moment i
will have another one sitting here and i i mean I wont be able to stop
typing right through it. this isnt going to work i can tell
i mean i will probably have an orgasm because i did before but i cant
think of any way to describe it
its like trying to describe color to a blind person no scratch that
its like tryiing to describe color to someone who can see i mean you
can see and i still cant tell you what blue means can i
im also not going to remember this orgasm either he says so what i
type now will be my only way of figuring out what happened he says
this is the way he wants me to remember both of these orgasms on paper
rather than in my real memory which also makes me squirmy for some
reason
...
he says let my mind wander over whatever comes into it so it's really
stream of consciousness its just htat at the end i will have to talk
about last weeks orgasm and that will make another one happen so i
should tell him when im ready for htat by typing a note to him
jesus im a fast typist when therea are no capitals or punctuation or
corrections
anyway the first thing that comes to mind was last weeks party at
which i made a complete fool of myself although you have all been very
kind and supportive ia m still embarrased about it
im sorry i didnt remember the guy in white pants although im kind of
glad too he seems like the kind of person who could be persistent if
he knew where i live i am embarrased by what he said about me
publically but i guess if i am honest i will admit that even i thought
i looked pretty hot the way i was dressed
in his email letters to me he said i looked like a white porcelain
doll and thats true i like that because i am proud of my skin and its
nice to hear someone else say that jay says im beautiful too but thats
just because he loves me
although mr whitepants said i was fucking georgeious too and my
question is whos george sounds like we should be introduced formally
ha ha im such a card
actually im sitting on george at the moment come to think of it if
youll pardon the expression
someone mudskipper actually emailed me asking what its like to be
beautiful jesus i dont know im not beautiful
i think cher and angelica houston are beautiful didnt someoneonce say
that the merely pretty can never be beautiful and that to be beautiful
you have to be nearly ugly because there is no great beauty without
some strangeness in the proportion or something like that barbara
streisand too i bet they all look pretty plain without makeup anyway
i look pretty good in makeup if i do say so myself that is if i do it
right thats why people say i have an interesting face and thats why mr
whitepants thinks im beautiful because with the right makeup i am and
i even feel beautiful
sounds egotistical i know but you should see me with out makeup i look
awful
i looked pretty cool in my motorcycle jacket and tights though with
the sunglasses i feel like brigitte nilsen except im too short
whitepants probably didnt know i was the same perrson when i came back
downstairs with the big black wig and corset on to tell the truth i
think mr whitepants might be a little drain bamaged the way he posts
anyway i would like to go to a party sometime hypnotized like i am now
except not naked of course i dont know what made me think of that but
it would be sexy kind of if i was safe but i would like to have others
see jay control me as long as they didnt know me from before
ive been feeling kind of sexy for the last few paragraphs i wonder if
it was something i said
anyway the orgasm i have been putting off was like this here goes
he told me that only myl ips and nipples and vagina and clit i hate
that word and labia would be sensitive and the rest of me couldn't
move except to breathe no matter how hard i tried and i tried i really
did
he told me i wouldnt remember until he told me to and then i would
relive every detail of that orgasm and i am starting to
so there i was and i couldnt move and he told me that i will feel an
orgasm building and i should try to resist it and hold it back but i
wont be able to and i can tell my respiration and heart rate are up
already and i can feel myself down there and it feels almost like hes
inside me and i can feel my clitoris not like hes touching me or
anything but im just aware of it and it feels very sensitive and im
feeling kind of fuller and my labia are becoming something i dont know
big engorged i guess and sensitive and i feel like if he touched me
down there now i would go right through the cieling im becoming wetter
and wetter and hes going through his routine again
and again
and again with me
and hes doing it
again still
telling me this stuff over and over and over normally i dont even
think about this stuff especially during but he is making me think
about it and i get wetter and wetter and it almost hurts my nipples
are hard and it feels like hes pulling on my rings and i want him to
kiss me but he didnt yet and i cant say anything and i still cant move
and i would swear he put a finger down there or something and i just
gooshed on the chair its all wet down there and i cant even look or
cover myself and its working i feel like i should write something
obsexy or even obgyn right now like oh god oh god but cambellss stream
of goosh soup is all that comes to mind thats stream of consciousness
writing for you dont blame me blame jay for this i cant think of a
single word to tell you what im feeling right now im just tingling
aaand o my there are these waves and o my i dont believe im still
typing the words i need just arent coming i am ha ha for lack of
better words ive got to say somethinghowsthis oo god o god
ooooooooboay this isnt worjinga i cata do th i iiiii sorry i couldnt
think of stop now hereit comes agaii i i mean her i
comeeefjfjjjjjjjjjj
again saaatop don
stop dont
stop
jjjjj
dontjstop
jjjjjjjjjjjjj well im back a o my im gone aggggggg jesus thats enough
ive had enough aare you readin this ive haad o me o m e comeon nowj
ive this is not necessary; wel what was i supposed to write anyway.
orgasms arent meant to be eoowwww an aftershock ok its all over nowa
you can stop i t now please
okay its all over but athe cleaning upsy daisy at least in bed you can
wash the sheets. now i have to scrub this chair i made a mess of by
gooshing on george down there not very patriotic was it george i wish
it was bush no other bush what am i saying how crude forget i said
that
okay here are my thoughts that was not the worlds greatest orgasm. i
couldnt take my hands off the keys or stop typing and that ruined it
kind of so this is not a world record lets say a three on a one to ten
scale although it wasnt so bad either all things considered but i
would still rather have you inside me i mean jay inside me not you the
asb people. 99000 people is a lot of people to have inside or220000
people is it? talk about international relations har har but seriously
folks i just remembered i am going to forget this in a minute when jay
says the magic woids again i have groucho galsses by the way so goodby
for now or whatever i think this will be my last stream of
consciousness writing its too hard on the furniture yuk yuk besides
the piercing is getting better and im almost up for real nooky
although i hope it doesnt get infected from this im peretty soupy down
there. jay says stop now so here i am stopped time for more
...
Oh Yuck. How totally weird. I'm waiting for Jay to bring paper towels.
Geesh. I just hope I had fun.
3 on a 10 point scale doesn't sound like much fun. I suppose it's
better than sitting around waiting to heal. Talk about incoherent.
That doesn't sound like an orgasm to me. I never talk during orgasms.
I don't usually word process either, I want you to know. Bye.
Next Day:
Well, I don't know whether to leave this as it is or dress it up for
public consumption. I'm tempted to edit it a bit because I doubt you
will be able to follow what was going on in my head. I can figure it
out, but it was me, after all. Jay says leave it as it is. It may be a
first, he says. Like putting a man on the moon. First what? Certainly
not the first orgasm ruined by extraneous activity. I had one ruined
by a policeman knocking on the side window of the car once, and I had
one ruined by a police car with sirens pulling up next door, and once
by friends visiting and knocking on the door right in the middle. I
never ruined one myself by typing during it before.
If someone asks if you smoke after sex, the stock answer is, "I
don't know, I never looked." Now I can truthfully say "No, but I type
during. I like to keep complete records." One of the other nurses says
she uses the TV remote during and watches the tube over his shoulder,
and her SO doesn't mind. Doesn't sound like a very Significant Other
to me. I guess I can top that, now. Jay not only doesn't mind, he
_likes_ it when I type 90 words a minute during.
Talk about your experimental literature.
Nurse Jones,
On-the-scene reporting,
with a beginning,
a muddle,
and an end.
PS.
a: Just one
and he doesn't even
need a
lightbulb...?
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