Joy and Cleo - Account part 3
I suppose I shan't turn over the story (Don't you like that word, "shan't"? How literary sounding am I! Oh well...) back to Alex until I describe some, my side of the first few days after meeting Alex.
Well, Spring Forest had been complaining about something all day and she was in a huff. She blamed me and the way I dressed for turning the head of a slender, lithe guy she was interested in. But she is the one who hauled off and slapped him senseless when she noted him glancing at me. Of course, he was not going to have anything to do with a lady so violent. She was nearly as big as he and probably, stronger.
Anyway, she was fussing about how I dress, even on a cold day (not cold to me) and always insist on using the bicycle just to show off my body and on and on. She wanted me to ride in her car with her. But I get claustrophobic in a car. Anyway, all that was earlier in the day.
I accompanied her from a class to the refreshment stand. Not a word was spoken from her to me. I just stood by quietly hoping she would calm down. She is so sweet, I don't feel good when she is mad at me. I was even considering riding back home in her car with her. Although she would have to let me stuff my bicycle in its trunk; which always results in scratches.
Anyway, we were sitting there. It was refreshingly cool to me. Spring Forest was sulking, her nose in a magazine.
Then up comes this timid, hesitating, squeezably slender, delicate looking sweety of a guy. He glances at me then away. He sits and tries to talk to the sulking Spring Forest. She ices him out good. I felt sorry for him. My gosh, he's already obviously shy to the point of being handicapped. Why doesn't she at least be nice to him. I thought she liked that kind of guy... Well, maybe he was a bit too big for her, but still, he's slender, submissive and definitely not a big ape. She should have responded better. Normally she would have.
Also normally, I would have come after this guy. But I was giving her a chance. She did not take it. He was not even paying attention to me, for gosh sake.
He obviously gave up and was leaving. Nuh-Uh! No way! I wasn't letting this chance get away. If Spring Forest didn't take him, I was!
I grabbed his sleeve as he swooshed past me like I was chopped liver. He was easy to stop. So light-weight, yet springy, obviously fit. Already my cunt began to throb. Ooohh! If I wasn't a nice lady, I would have forced him to his knees and pushed his face in my crotch. I wanted to stand up, raise a leg and wrap him with it, hold his compact little shoulders to my bosom, and hump on his side, leaving a wet spot there. But I didn't do any of those sexually abusive things. Instead, I ordered him to get me a coke, then sit with me. Both of which he did with excellent obedience. Oh! All this was turning me on big time!
He was looking all over me. He was obviously turned on. And he was so submissive and obedient. He went for my every suggestion, obeyed my every command. OOHHH! I wanted so bad to sexually molest him! But my heart stopped me. An ache in my bosom was a welling love for him. So I treated him gently and with respect. Even his name, Alex, was cute.
How convenient that he too rode a bicycle, and super-duper convenient that he lived a mere two-tenths of a mile from me. Anyway, I took him home with me. He rode well, but could not sprint as fast as me.
That kind of made it dicy when we had to pass the places with the shity dogs. OH! How I absolutely HATE and DESPISE those mother-fuckers and the shit-heads that raise them! That's a creature I could just celebrate the extinction of, that's for sure!
Anyway, he just could not build up the speed necessary to drop them. Alex complained about this earlier, and now, so do I. I too wonder, how in the shit-fucking hell those sorry-ass pieces of shit can run so cotton-pickin' fast! I mean, the big ones can make 40 miles per hour for a short time. How do they do it!!!??? I can do 45 miles per hour on the bicycle for maybe thirty seconds. The shit dogs can do 40 for only a few seconds. But they can do 30 miles per hour for quite a distance. It looked like Alex could only make 30, and even that, for only a short time. Those shit-dam bastards could take him down! Or at least, trip him up for a nasty fall! I had no choice but to slow down, grab my mace and beat their shit-dam heads in. And I smacked that one good! Made me feel good! I hate those shits! I was a little worried about the shit-head owner getting after us, but there was nothing I could do. I had to protect my Alex.
After dispatching that one, then I had to face the next mother-fucker. I threatened and stared it down. It saw what happened to its "comrade", so I guess it didn't have the belly for it. It backed down and let us pass.
Gosh I was steamed. I wanted to come back with a shotgun and kill them all! But I knew I better not. I wish there was a disease that would kill all dogs. I'd love to release it! I despise those shits!!!
Ooo! I get steamed even while writing this. I better get up and get a cool drink...
Anyway, back from my break, I continue writing...
Well, there was two more miles to go which were clear. I gave me time to calm down and get sexually charged over Alex again.
I got him home with me, and the fun began. I just let him have at it. He explored every inch of my burning body. OOHHH! I wanted to pin him to the floor, rip up his clothes, hump on his side and masturbate on his face! But my quickly building love for him kept the nastier me in check. If only he knew how close he came to getting sexually molested by me.
I dearly wanted to let him in me. It would have been so sweet, letting him receive the ultimate pleasure from my eager body. Oooo! But I didn't want anything to do with the pregnancy thing, and I hadn't any condoms. I had to masturbate on something. He suggested my bicycle seat. I vehemently agreed. I went for it. And I was gonna do it all right in front of him! Then...
In storms the mad-mighty-mite. Being my other Love, it tore my heart out when she left in such a storm of anger towards me. That ended that evening of passion over Alex. I sent the tender guy back home to the safety of his Mommy and Daddy, while I cried my heart out all night over Spring Forest.
What an up and down day!
The next day, Alex came, punctual, just as I had suggested. So obedient! Anyway, it got steamy again. I had him sit "in" my legs, since he liked them so much. My cunt felt like a stove-top-burner. I wanted so bad to molest him! But I held back.
It got a little spiritual too. I told him of my beliefs and stuff, and he seemed to accept it.
Later, at my urging, he used the bicycle to go to campus with me accompanying. The dogs had slipped my mind. I suddenly remembered as we passed through the area. I drafted him (rode in front to reduce his wind-resistance) and kind of fast. The shit-heads didn't come out.
On the way home, the smaller dogs of one crappy house chased us, while the big one laid in the yard. I guess I fixed that one's shit-head good! The smaller dogs are of no concern. The big shit-head of the next house came out after us. Just automatically, out of habit, I gave my legs the juice. But I forgot my sweet Alex can't go that fast, even with me drafting him. I pulled out my mace again, slowed down cussed unholy hell out of the shit-head that was attacking Alex. Again, it didn't have the belly for it, and backed down.
The next day, I advised Alex to just drive to campus. I had to fix this situation. It just wasn't working the way it was.
After Alex left, I prepared to cycle to town. I remember I was thinking, this doesn't look good for my hopes of a world without automobiles. I have always wished the dam things would go extinct. Automobiles are an affront to Planet Earth and quite frankly, an aberration. It's just not right, all these big, multi-ton chunks of metal hurtling all over the place at break-neck speeds.
But... Unfortunately, not everybody is as adaptable to the bicycle as I am. Alex is fit, yet even he can't reliably put up with some of the harshness of using a bicycle in this society. So far, I indeed, seem to be the only person I have ever... "met"... That sounds funny, meet myself. Me, let me introduce you to... me! Whatever. Let's see, what was it... Oh, Okay. I am the only person I know that can truly drop a dog in a chase. Many fit people I have seen can't really do it, men or women. And forget about the unfit ones. I still can't figure out how an unaided shit-dog can go so dang fast! I mean like, 35, 40, even 45 miles per hour for a couple seconds, I have seen those shits do. Like, how do they do it!?
One solution would be some kind of enclosed bicycle, so dog attacks would not matter. But that was the 1970s. No one manufactured an enclosed bicycle (later to be called a velomobile). The IHPVA was in its early years. There were some experimenters making their own enclosed bicycles but none were for sale.
Well, anywho, this was a great excuse for me to go shopping for a new bicycle, in this case, a tandem.
I went to town to, ehem... I first went to a drug store to buy, um, condoms. Shit-dam, the looks! Sheesh! I guess as soon as anybody sees my clothes, the typical denizen of this society automatically thinks the worst. Then add to that, they see me in there to buy one thing; not one but several condoms. Whatever, shit them!
Well, after that, it was on to the bicycle store for the fun part of the trip. Boy, get me in a bicycle store, and I'll never leave. By the way, after wrenching the attention of the sales person off of my legs and breasts, I asked him if they had, or could special order, an enclosed bicycle, or bicycle-car or... something like that. And of course, he had never heard of such a product.
Well, I ended up buying the most expensive tandem they had in there. It cost well over $1000.00 and that was the 1970s, when $1000.00 actually meant something.
As to getting the tandem home with me when my vehicle already was a bicycle, I had come prepared to handle. I have done it before. Always the new "steed" is the one that gets towed. I have to peruse the instruction book and make this and that adjustment before I apply my monster legs to it. I have broken more than one chain or cog. Alex is right, in that comment he made earlier, about my legs snapping chains. I have had it happen. Especially these "ultra" chains made for 7-cog clusters. I have to buy the very best they have. Otherwise, when I give 'em the juice, for a hill or a chase, "Snap!" there it goes! Fortunately, the only few times that ever happened to me was for powering up a hill. Thank goodness it didn't happen when some shit-dog was after me.
I went to the back of the bicycle store for quiet and privacy while I prepared the new tandem for towing. I would be doing a lot of squatting, bending over and stuff. That meant showing some parts on me, with that underwearless micro-skirt, that oughten not be shown... Not that I really care. It's just in deference to this prudish American society that I do so. Anyway, that got me away from the general public. But not the bicycle repair Mechanics. They kept coming out offering to help. They wanted to help, all right.
The trip home with such a contraption went smoothly. When passing the second crappy house, the stupid shit-head dog had a berserk-fit. Gosh, like, somebody give it a Valium! Gees! Why are dogs such mean old grouches anyway!? And why did it have such an extra bad fit!? Sheesh, I hate dogs! Well, the tandem-in-tow didn't slow me down much, I dropped the piece of shit, no problem.
I got that beautiful piece of machinery home and made adjustments. I test rode it. I tried accelerating fast and all that stuff to make sure there were no problems. The chains didn't snap. At the store, I made sure the chains were the strongest available. They assured me they were, but one smart-aleck joked, "With those legs, you're gonna need a motorcycle chain!" Hah, very funny!
After that, I moved all my stuff from the single bicycle to the tandem. Alex is right, I do have a profusion of this and that in the front of my bike, to hide, you know, my "pleasure-giving equipment" that must certainly be visible at times due to my little skirt.
Alex's eyes sure lit up when he saw my... or our, beautiful new machine.
After that, I drew my sweet Alex into my body again. I made him sit "in" my legs and other stuff like that. He wanted in me, and I wanted him in me, but I held him back a little more. I don't know why, just for, you know, effect. It makes it sweeter when I do finally let him in. The only problem is, I get so intensely horny! Well, I let him watch while I masturbated on the bicycle seat. That front part on them seems to serve well for that, almost too well. Often, when I'm riding, especially when I'm powering up a hill, my cunt sitting on that thing often gets horny. Even on cool days, always when I dismount, my saddle is moist. By the way, I masturbated on the rear seat of the tandem, the one he'll be sitting on. He liked that idea! I soaked it good. Of course I wiped it off, but traces remain and he'll be sittin' on it!
Poor Alex, I sent him home late that night in what I know, must have been a very horny condition. Maybe he masturbates it off too.
Anyway, after some time like that, I finally let him in me. Gol-dang! That was sweet! The way he does and... so shy and stuff... I have to encourage him... and he feels so vulnerable in my arms...
I don't know... Maybe I'm weird... NO! None of that! Different... Yes, very different admittedly. I think most women want to feel like they are the vulnerable ones in the arms of some big ape that's ten times their strength. Me, NO WAY! I wouldn't feel safe! Nah, you other ladies take the big apes, PLEASE! Leave Alex to me!
Yeah, yeah, I can here the women readers of this, "Don't worry, you can have that skin and bones", blah, blah, BLAH!
First of all, Alex is not skin and bones. He has a very nice set of hard, well "cut" (clearly visible) muscles. He's just not built like a gorilla or a pig, that's all. And he's got good staying power! After he has sexed me and ejaculated two or three times, so that the edge is off, he will get to where he can just hump and hump and hump and hump and hump in me for what seems like hours. He actually did an hour once, before finally ejaculating in me for the fifth time that particular day. It held me in a constant sexual high, punctuated by occasional orgasms. MMMmmmm!...
Well, er, um... Ehem! Well anyway, y'all take your big apes and leave me Alex!
I even kinda, sorta sexually molested him one day, well, in a way. When I started doin' it, I was angry with myself, but it felt so good! Once I started, I could not stop!
I had absolutely burned him out. And I wanted to sex some more. So I pushed him into the grass... and he was adorable in a little teensy man's bikini... So, I shoved him down and straddled him and, kind of like squatting, I found his lean little hip, that bone that sticks out, you know, wrapped my cunt lips around it and... basically masturbated on it. He felt so helpless under me! So vulnerable and lovable. OHHH! That felt GOOD!
Thank the Lord he told me he actually enjoyed it. In fact, his hip proved to be an excellent stand-in for when I completely drain his dick dry.
Good heavens a mercy. This is why this story had to be put on an adult site! Oh well...
Alex is the first man I ever let in me, and one of only two ever. More on that second one later. It was done with Alex's full knowledge and even, his approval. But more on how all that came about later. I'll tell you this, it was another slender, lithe, delicately built guy who, like Alex, was and is very fit.
Anyway, the thing is, I told Alex he is the first man who I ever let in me. I hoped he liked that fact and believed it. But I had to explain something. When he sexed me, my hymen was already gone. Long gone. I explained to him I broke it myself masturbating. He did not know what I was talking about, so I had to explain to my lovable, naive sweety, all about what a hymen is and so on.
Back when I was seventeen to eighteen, on my Parents' farm, I was going nuts with horniness. I'd masturbate on backs of chairs, edge of my mattress, on tree limbs and all kinds of things. I hungered for something, anything, to penetrate deep in me. I had no boy friends of any substance at the time. I found most men to be apish, and wanted nothing to do with them. I came upon the bright idea of making a fake dick.
The barn had tools of all sorts and all kinds of miscellaneous pieces of wood, metal and everything else one can imagine. I found a dowel that was an inch and a half thick and cut it to fourteen inches long. I rounded the tip with a file. I wrapped the end of it, just below the rounded tip, with several layers of tape, forming it to... well make the head, or tip. Then I got several condoms from a dispenser in a nearby trashy looking gas-station. I covered this thing with some ten condoms to smooth it out. I had the dowel already mounted on a thingy that I had quickly put together so it wouldn't move around and stuff when I started humping. I set it at an angle so I could bend over and back into it. Later times I repositioned it for humping over it and... well, I used several positions. Anyway, the first time I used it, it was at an angle and I sort of, back into it, like a guy sexing me from behind.
Well! I hesitated using it at first. Anyway, the first time I did it, I was burning horny and my cunt was soaked. I eased my hole over it, and gently started humping. As I pushed in, I remember feeling a tearing and seeing a little blood. Scared me for a few seconds, until I remembered, that business about the hymen being busted the first time a gal sexes. Well, so much for bein' a virgin. Oh well. I never claimed to be in the virgin business.
As soon as I realized what had happened and was normal, I went back to it. I had at it, full force. I came down on the fake dick, humping, blowing, screaming in orgasm, humping more, gettin' another orgasm, and on and on for an entire hour. I think I went through over ten orgasms. Boy! Did the dam ever break on that one! I wasn't so crazy after that first time, but I used the device often... like almost every day. I kept the thing hidden so my Parents wouldn't find it. I'd come out in the middle of the night, early morning before they woke up, or whenever my Parents weren't at home. Anyway, so when Alex sexed me the first time, my hymen had been long gone!
Alex seemed okay with all of that business. In fact, when I told him, he got horny, so I let him sex me again. Anything for sex! Aren't I awful!? Whatever!
Some months after I began letting Alex in me, and of course he had seen me get fisted by sweet little Spring Forest, that skinny little sweet knuckle-head asked me if I enjoyed Spring Forest's fist more, or his genital.
I pulled Alex down across my lap and spanked his hard little butt. He had on a teensy bikini, and I made his tail red, I tell you. I told him, "That's for asking me a question that's tough to answer!"
Don't worry, it was all in fun. He enjoyed the spanking.
Okay, I went on to explain... When Spring Forest shoves her fist in me, it's like being sexed by a really big male genital. No man has a genital that big. Spring Forest brings me to a fast, hard, blasting orgasm that just about makes my head cave in. All the pleasure is tightly centered around my cunt and hole.
But when Alex sexes me, there are several kinds of pleasure going on at the same time. One big one is, seeing Alex absolutely loose it in me. He enjoys me so much. And he's so gol-dang sweet, vulnerable and squeezable. OOHHH! My cunt's gettin' wet even while I write this. His tight little chest presses my tits. The skin on my tits feels like its going to tear from the stretching, because my tits erect way out. His genital brings my entire crotch to a slowly rising, longer lasting orgasm. It's a gentle, but wrenching orgasm that sometimes, I can not even see. It spreads out all over my body. To sum up, the orgasm that Spring Forest's fist does, is all around my cunt and hole, and it's fast and hard. The orgasm Alex makes happen in me, just about involves my entire body! It's slow, gentle, yet intense... and deep. Yeah, that's another good one. Deep. Well, that's the best I can explain it. He seemed to like the explanation.
All right now. I am returning to writing after finding Alex and sexually molesting him and gettin' him to sex me. It really hit the spot. Now let's see, what else should I bring up...
Actually I think that's it. I covered first meeting Alex, I covered my early school days, I covered the dancing, the cycling, many of my habits and ways, and my never-ending hunger for sex. I got us up to the farm, my farm, the one next to my Parent's farm.
Oh yeah, maybe I should add, that at about 1995, we finally found velomobiles. They were from a French company. We had to have them shipped from France. Boy, that was expensive. Again, here we go with that characteristic of mine and Alex and the rest of our Kin-type; We'll readily drop $7000 dollars for a velomobile when the same money could get a good recent-model, preowned automobile. Not to mention, we had to add several hundred dollars each to get the two velomobiles shipped to here. And we have done it two more times already, the most recent, just two years ago (Mid 2003).
And money is not as easy now as it was. Paying off the mortgage on my Parents' farm and buying my farm outright, and prepping it to produce again and fixing the old house that was on it and a host of other things just about used up my two million dollars.
However... Believe it or not, I can still dance! At the local clubs, near here, since I dance only sometimes, the pesky "jaded factor" doesn't apply, because I show up only sometimes. Some how, maybe because I never got pregnant, have avoided sweets and ate only vegetables, and always stayed in shape with my natural propensity towards human-powered transportation, my body has stayed young and strong. I'm a little beefier now, all muscle. When Alex first met me, my weight varied around 180 to 190. Later, it was 185 to 195. Now, it ranges from 190 to a full-out 200. I can still belt out the sex moves and act like something gone crazy. The men love it. So I can still dance and serve tables nude, all that stuff.
The following things causes me to return to dancing, usually only for a month or two, enough to make the money I need:
1, Purchasing new velomobiles and having them shipped here. (They are always from Europe, mostly Germany, Belgium, Holland or France.)
2, Buying quantities of solar panels, inverters and other solar-energy stuff.
3, I purchased a new tractor once.
4, Overhauling a tractor engine. (I do most of it myself, but I still need expensive parts.)
5, Buying new farming implements.
To be sure, my skin is the only thing that indicates I am, at least, perhaps not in my twenties. It does have a lot more freckles than before. (Okay, okay, age-spots! Like, whatever!) But skin creams and low lighting, typical of adult clubs, cover that small defect.
Let's see... Okay then, that about does it. I'll turn it over to Alex to take us to the next part, followed again by me and my witty comments! See ya!
My last entry was about Spring Forest and Looking Snake coming to visit. Some things in this part I am embarrassed to write about, but Joy is forcing me. And you read above; she's hitting the 200-pound mark, and it's all muscles; I have no choice but to obey!
Joy's reasoning is that, she admitted all that stuff about Spring Forest and being fisted and so on, so I have to tell about my little "go-around".
I pointed out to Joy, however, that the typical reader of this story, since it will be located on a site called "musclewomen.com" for Pete's sake, will not be interested in the male shenanigans. She agreed for me to keep it brief. Fortunately, there is not too much to it. Anyway, we will touch upon it at the right moment a little later.
Anyway, Spring Forest and Looking Snake came to our farm driving a small but very nice motor-home with a Toyota in tow. Spring Forest said, the reason they drive this gas-guzzler is the freedom it gives them for renting places to park it, due to the fact they move so much.
Despite Spring Forest's early propensity to move into town, she said it was just for practicality. But it turns out, that Spring Forest has a pretty urgent need for natural spaces around her, similar to Joy and me. Looking Snake wants that too.
So Spring Forest generally has been renting corners of Farmer's properties, various vacant lots in the country, or nicer, more spacious camp-grounds. It was simple for them to move in; simply park and hook up to our facilities.
Upon finding out that we get as much energy as possible from solar, they offered to buy an additional 2000 watts of solar panels, costing some $8000, to make up for their energy usage. They would keep the panels when they move. They will use them to start their own solar energy system later.
Joy offered to find them a nice place on our farm for them to settle at, for free. They would put in septic and well and set up their solar energy. That would give us each our space, yet, we would be close. Spring Forest said she would do that, if they indeed decided to settle here.
Now, what got Spring Forest so rich that she could drop $8000 dollars just like that?
Well, as it turns out, they do not have the tremendous funds the Joy had, but a very handsome salary from being one of the principal or chief Dancers in a dance troupe; some kind of show or something. And Spring Forest was thinking of getting into solar energy anyway, but just did not have a permanent place to set it up. But she was and is saving for it.
It looks like, Spring Forest went fully into ballet rather than what she started to study, which was psychiatry. Spring Forest's fiery personality, lithe, eager and athletic body and talent made her a natural for "professional" dance.
An interesting comparison. Both Joy and Spring Forest are Dancers... but of a very different sort!
AND what really got Spring Forest going, is that she pulled Looking Snake into it as well, and formed their own routine together.
Now, you know how, in ballet, the male dancer is often lifting, swinging and other things the female dancer? Well, how about the lady doing that with the male?
Well that is just what Spring Forest did with Looking Snake. With weight training, Spring Forest became even a little heavier and stronger, up to around 145 pounds now. Looking Snake never became heavier than 120. So it worked out! That unusual approach grabbed the attention and fancy of many audiences. Spring Forest's and Looking Snake's "sub-act" became popular. The Choreographers worked in Spring Forest's and Looking Snake's routine wherever they could, when artistically appropriate.
All right, so anyway, Spring Forest and Looking Snake settled with us. Was Joy ever thrilled to be with her lady sweet-heart again. And those two were just as frisky as ever. By no later than the first evening after they arrived, Joy was begging Spring Forest...
Joy, in her usual micro-skirt and tank-top, was gently embracing from behind, Spring Forest who dressed in a long split dress and Chinese-looking blouse. The material was light, for it was late spring and of comfortable temperature.
And to complete the scene, I'll add that I was in a brief bikini with mesh back, as was, in fact, Looking Snake. In addition, Looking Snake had a half-length tank-top on. I was only wearing the bikini.
Looking Snake was sitting, quiet and submissive, in a single easy chair. I was... I was standing for some reason, but then sat on the sofa.
"How's your little fist, sweety?" Joy cooed softly into the ear of her friend.
Spring Forest smiled a wry, knowing smile and replied, as she turned around in Joy's arms to face Joy, looking up to her face, "She's ready to do some deep cave work!"
Joy moaned softly, holding Spring Forest tightly.
"Now, big girl, the only way I can let her in you is, if you let me go..." Spring Forest said, with a big grin.
Remember now, there's the two of them, me, and Looking Snake all in the same small living room of the old stone farm house. I glanced at Looking Snake. He was... looking... intently at the impending action.
Spring Forest blithely, with complete comfort and ease, stripped her blouse and long split dress and thus was nude. Joy assumed her position on her hands and knees and waited Spring Forest's pleasure touch.
Apparently "audience aware", Spring Forest actually coaxed Joy to turn around so that, Spring Forest could lean on and brace herself on Joy's sturdy back, the way she always does, on her left forearm across Joy's back, and her right hand making the special fist, readying itself at Joy's, now wet, hole. This made it so that Looking Snake and I would get a view of Joy with Spring Forest on the other side, fisting. The final position was so that Looking Snake and I could see Joy's wet hole expanding, and taking in Spring Forest's fist. Spring Forest did this repositioning kind of automatically. Apparently years of performing in front of audiences made her "audience-view-savvy" or something! That struck me as... interesting... to say the least.
Well naturally, Looking Snake and I were treated to a typical furious Joy-orgasm, two of them end to end followed by a third. As is always the case with the fistings, the powerful orgasms leave Joy temporarily exhausted. She simply rolled over onto her back, panting and huffing out, "OOOoooo! That was NICE!"
I got up to clean up the puddle of secretions on the floor while Spring Forest washed her fist.
I was done and sat down. Spring Forest came back in and said, "That made me horny. Which one of you gentlemen gonna sex me?"
Like, what!? Well, both Looking Snake and I had dicks high in the air.
Joy suggested, wearily from where she lay on the floor, "Let Alex sex ya, and Looking Snake can sex me."
"Ooo! Okay!" Spring Forest agreed, delighted.
Joy finally got up, kind of wearily I might add, still exhausted, and added, "On second thought, let 'em both sex ya, I know you can take it! Looking Snake first! I gotta get condoms for Alex before he goes in ya!"
Spring Forest let the eager, lithe, Looking Snake into her. He humped furiously, in a position over Spring Forest.
Joy condomed me up and pushed me to the floor to lay on my back. I thought she was going to sex with me. But Spring Forest got over me instead, with a wry grin right into my face, and right away, settled in on my genital. Oooo, I NEVER tire of that feeling! It is soothing beyond words! Needless to say, I enjoyed the sex immensely.
Looking Snake was completely comfortable with this. He looked on, lustfully, and developed another erection. As soon as Spring Forest was through with me, she simply rolled off me unto her back, and let Looking Snake in. WOW! Those two gals... They are something else!
Needless to say, later, Looking Snake had a good sex with Joy.
I already covered this earlier, me having to "share" with another man. The first time there, in the 1970s, was a new feeling to say the least. But over the decades, whenever Spring Forest and Joy has met, always there is the fisting of Joy, and total relaxed attitudes about who sexes with who. I am completely accustomed to it, by now. I know this must shock or appall some people, but, before you go on wailing about our or anybody else's sexual freedom, which doesn't harm anybody, how about lets getting these big ass dogs out of our midst! They DO harm!!! Get rid of the big dogs, THEN I'll be willing to sit down and at least discuss the sex issues.
And... the above is just what got us wondering... What's up with us? Joy, Spring Forest, Looking Snake and I? And all the other "members" of this "Kin" we are supposed to be a part of?
All of us of this Kin dislike or hate big dogs, and have what most people consider, shocking sexual behaviors. Joy, Spring Forest, Looking Snake and myself; we are comfortable with watching each other masturbate and thus being watched while masturbating, touchy-feely with the same sex, the fisting, trading partners, and being at ease with watching sex or being watched while engaged in sex. And, outside our little circle and "members of our Kin", all other people of the world, especially United States and Canada, seem to think big dogs are the best thing since gold. We absolutely detest the bastards!!! Why is there such a big difference between us and everybody else?
While our sexual behavior is appalling to many of this society, the raising and letting run free of big dangerous dogs is very appalling to us! All four of us and others of our Kin find it difficult to accept all the news stories about concerns over adult book-stores, nude-dancing-clubs, and adult BBSs (the early 1990s predecessor to the adult web-site), while no one seem worried about these beastly dogs! Sometime the dogs mall or kill adults or even children. Often the dogs are not brought to justice! They are allowed back with the owners! WHAT!? This is what appalls all four of us to no limit! I personally have never seen an adult book store or nude dancing club come charging out, tearing the flesh off of somebody's bones. What's wrong with this fool society? Again I demand, get rid of the big dogs!!! Then and only then, will we even consider, just discussing our sexual behaviors with anyone!
Looking Snake made the off-hand comment once, that "sometimes it is as if we came from another planet!" Spring Forest's eyes lit up, but she did not say anything. Later, she did speak up, but only generally. She planned to get to the bottom of this...
And indeed, Spring Forest helped us come up with some really exciting answers. The explanations offered are not able to be proven, but can not be disproven either.
Now, keep in mind, this is around 1993. At this time, a paranormal talk show called Coast To Coast AM was little known, hypnotic regression was done only for one's present life, and thus, most people's minds were a "blank screen"; no "front-loading" (the putting forth of a theory, or, making theoretical assumptions before a process is done to see if those assumptions are likely or not). Any findings of past-life information would come out, completely unaffected by anything the subject has ever heard.
Spring Forest did not complete her psychiatry studies because she was redirected into ballet. But, she did complete all hypnosis-related course work, in addition to taking additional hypnosis courses throughout the decades. Her latest course apparently introduced her to past-life hypnotic-regression. This is where, apparently, hypnotic regression to the "first-cause" of a problem or strange characteristic ends up going all the way back, not to teenage years, not to childhood, not even baby, but clear out into another life entirely!
This revolutionary form of hypnosis had been pioneered by a few noted Psychiatrists who, quite frankly, ran into it accidentally. Anyway, the sharp, quick Spring Forest was on top of it from the beginning. And... she used it on us!
Her way of doing it was very ingenious. She was careful to prevent any kind of "front-loading". Her problem was, in making the first of us that found out these things in hypnosis, promise not to blab about what we remember. A lot of what we answered while under Spring Forest's trance was not remembered. She recorded the sessions. But we did remember some. She made us promise, under penalty of withholding her sex, to not blab until all three of us, Joy, Looking Snake and myself, had undergone this hypnosis. The withholding sex threat really worked!
I was later informed by Spring Forest, that while she was in her latest class, being trained on this ground-breaking hypnotic method, she immediately decided to hypnotize Looking Snake and us. But, she wanted not one word of "past-life" to sneak out. She said she kept the details of her studies secret from Looking Snake until she got with Joy and me again, then she planned to hypnotize all three of us, one at a time, but close together, so that none of us would have to keep the secret long. That would prevent us from telling each other, so as to prevent any front-loading. She said, she wanted absolutely "blank slates".
Our farm was excellent for this. And timely. Spring Forest said she was worried when we could ever find a long enough stretch of time for this type of hypnosis to be applied. Or a quiet enough place. She said, this kind of hypnosis requires a number of "training" sessions, and "base-line-sounding" sessions, before serious past-life hypnotic regression can begin.
Anyway, indeed, the sessions began. Spring Forest did the sessions in her motor-home which had been darkened. Some hypnosis sessions were done after dark. Each of us went in there with Spring Forest alone, one at a time.
Joy was the toughest. Spring Forest said Joy kept giggling. But she finally settled down and slipped under hypnosis. Spring Forest said, as a subject, I was medium to slightly tough to get at the "right-spot". My problem, she said, is I simply kept falling completely asleep. She said getting the subject to the right level is kind of like getting the right buoyancy to an object to where it remains just barely but completely submerged. Joy kept "bobbing up". I would slip out of sight into the deep dark depths, far too gone for any questioning. The compliant and mild, Looking Snake was easy, she said. He "buoyed out" just, just completely submerged, just "under the surface".
My gosh, Spring Forest even attached electrodes to our heads so she could read what kind of brain-waves we are putting out. That is to say, she had an actual-factual electroencephalograph. I was curious about that, with my interest in electronics. With such instrumentation, she knew when we were at the right state to begin questioning of the subconscious, free from waking-consciousness "judgmentalism". She said she looks for brain waves that hit and stay reliably within the range of three to six cycles-per-second. I thought, my, that's down there in frequency. I'm used to audio, which ranges from 20 to 20,000 cycles per second. Video goes from 30 to around 4 million cycles per second. Radio frequency can be anywhere from a few hundred thousand cycles per second to the "gegacycle" range, and higher.
When we were not being hypnotized, we were to listen to "Hemi Sync®" tapes, apparently by a researcher named Robert Monroe. Joy and I were to use the tapes. Looking Snake did not need them.
Looking Snake was ready for past-life regression after only two practice or "base-line" sessions. But Spring Forest did not regress him until Joy and I were ready. She was afraid he might blab. So she just kept doing practice hypnosis with him. She said she also put in the suggestion that, until Spring Forest says it's okay, it would cause pain for Looking Snake to speak of any findings in hypnosis.
Anyway, at last Joy and I were ready. Joy was last to be ready. For some reason, maybe well placed, maybe not, Spring Forest trusted me the most not to blab out about the past-life scenes. She regressed me first. Second, she trusted Looking Snake not to blab. She trusted Joy the least! Hah hah!
I remembered only bits and pieces. It was like a weird dream. She recorded everything she asked and I said. Hearing my own voice was eerie. First of all, it seem to change. Sometimes I spoke gibberish. Then Spring Forest would ask my subconscious to "direct me to answer in English". The gibberish may have been the language I used in that past life.
So, here it is, for the three of us:
Myself (Alex): My most recent past life, taking place around 1880ish to 1930ish, was as a rickshaw Puller in China. Sheesh! In a past life before that, in early 1800s, I was some kind of Indian, possibly Apache. In mid 1700s I was a Polynesian, and a canoeist. After that, she could not tell if the unclear past lives were of me, or of an interfering "spirit attachment" that she uncovered. She said she coaxed the spirit, basically someone who was once alive, into "the Light" to go on to either spiritual projects, or to reincarnate.
In the third session, she hit upon the other planet! From something like 1000 years ago and on back to great antiquity, I had incarnations on a planet that had nothing to do with Earth. Later, I came to call this planet "Shasheer"... well, any other names?
If anything, I had the most complex profile of past lives after the Shasheer incarnations...
Joy: In mid 1700s, Joy was a Polynesian woman, apparently with me in that incarnation. Then, from about 1000 years ago and on back, all her past lives were on the other planet, and apparently, the same one as me, Shasheer.
Looking Snake: NO Earth incarnations before his present life with us. He had not incarnated for 1000 years. And, starting 1000 years and on back, all were on Shasheer. You might could classify him as, an "Earth-newbie"!
Now, what about Spring Forest herself? Well, much later, after she disclosed the entirety of what she found out about us, she said of herself...
"Front loading for me is a problem. I have gone into meditation using my own recorded voice to guide me. It is not a very good way, but there is no one here to hypnotize me. The questions I asked myself had to be general, open, and leave long periods of time for me to answer, because I did not know how long the answers would take. I recorded the session, both the recording of me guiding myself, and whatever answers I spoke. I put on a blank, reel-to-reel tape and set the speed so I would get two hours. I did it a few times a year ago when we visited Looking Snake's Parents. I finally had a chance to be alone and isolated for the session. I did NOT want him to hear my answers. I planned to regress him and, you all, later, so I kept any and all stuff about other-planet past-lives completely under wraps. Anyway, I believe I did indeed get a good connection to my past-life information. After comparing what I got, with you all's, it correlates.
Around 1880ish to 1930ish, just like Alex, I had a past life in China, and possibly even interacted or met Alex, as a Chinese, a few times. I was not a wife or sister or anything. I was apparently, some kind of poor woman, possibly a servant. Then, in mid 1600s, it looks like I was a Nun, somewhere in Europe, maybe France.
Some... entity... was assisting me with my self-hypnosis. He or she told me these lives were to demonstrate to me the oppressed state of "Earth women". Because on the other planet, men and women are apparently equal, or possibly women are the dominant ones, all be it, slightly. Anyway, indeed, just like the three of you, starting 1000 years ago and on back, all my incarnations were on the other planet."... Spring Forest then went on to describe Shasheer, its people, artifacts and so on as best as she could, as "shown" to her.
All four of our descriptions of Shasheer, its people, artifacts and scenery were very similar. Since Spring Forest took such great care in seeing to it, none of us were "front-loaded", it does look like, we are indeed tuned into something. It would sure explain a lot of our characteristics!
To summarize:
Shasheer is Earth-like, with mild weather and few storms. Weather is predictable and farming seems to be the main occupation of most Shasheerians. A lot of mountains were indicated.
Shasheer seems to have a comfortable modernish life style. Shasheer is incapable of space travel. One of us indicated possible orbiting devices, but nothing manned. So, they might have a barely beginning, native-planet-orbital kind of space technology, but that's it.
Energy is not in abundance. It appears Shasheerians derive energy from the "Three noble forces of Nature"; Wind-energy (wind generators?), water-energy (we assume hydro-electric dams and systems) and sun-energy (acres and acres of solar panels?).
Certain things came out glaringly clear. It is because Spring Forest basically told our subconscious to take back to the "first-cause" of some of our most outstanding characteristics. One was our love of human-powered transportation...
The entirety of Shasheerian society apparently uses velomobiles for transportation. We picked up scant use of motor-powered stuff, mostly for freight, it seems. Even trains (or some kind of rail-based transportation) seem to be indicated.
[I introduced them all to my term, Shasheer. I got it from an old Star Trek show, where there was a flower that reminded someone of a similar flower or crystal on their home planet, called "Sasheer". I just threw in an extra "h"!]
Shasheerian velomobiles are different from the "Earth" (mostly European) variety, but some differences are to be expected; after all, we are dealing with an entirely different planet.
We all saw fins, lots of fins, on the velomobiles of Shasheer. The highly analytical Spring Forest along with Looking Snake kept theorizing what the fins are for. Stabilization? Steering? Lighter at speed? Even antigravity? None of these made sense to me. Shasheerian culture did not strike me as that sophisticated. I told them, they are just for looks. Sheesh! America's automobile culture had an "era of fins", sometime around late 1950s and early 1960s I think.
However, rather advanced electronics seemed to be around, although we could not be sure. That just was not a pressing issue, so our subconscious just did not zero in on it that much. But it seemed their electronics was small and efficient. Advanced lighting devices seemed to be indicated. Again, not clear.
One thing that was clear, is that there seems to be no petroleum, or any kind of energy source coming from the ground. All energy sources were from the surface. Alcohols and oils from plant sources seemed to be a "traditional" or older method of energy, with the hydroelectric, wind-energy and solar being more modern...
Now, imagine, if you will, a world without petroleum. Imagine if, all we had was, solar, wind and hydroelectric, plus the alcohol and oils, known generally as "bio-fuels". Well, there would be a lot less of a "flood" of energy. There would be energy all right, enough for all the modern stuff, like washers, running water, refrigeration, lights and appliances. But there would not be any to waste on elevators and escalators or big engine powered vehicles. Or even a lot for extensive heating or air-conditioning. Well, that explains the velomobile-based transportation and the small, efficient electronics.
In her meditations and self-hypnosis, Spring Forest picked up most of the information on the possible existence of fueled, motorized vehicles such as something resembling trucks, and possible trains. Their fuel was probably the alcohols and oils from plants, or batteries charged from electrical sources (which, of course, come from the forces of wind, water and sun). In other words, the limited energy resources were restricted to the things that really need it.
So we have a society of people that must pedal, walk and climb, sometimes very long flights of stairs, to get where they are going.
Let's consider what that would do to a society, and the average person. The typical day of "going to work" or any other kind of chore or pleasure, would be like a work out. This causes sweating (if they sweat... we all concluded they do, rather than pant, like a wolf, or radiate, like a lizard with a large dorsal fin, and so on). This necessitates brief, cool clothing. All inhibitions against dressing scantily, or going nude, must go. Everyone would be fit. So, the average Shasheerian probably does not mind showing what they have. Being fit leads to a generally high energy level. This leads to a more active sex drive, assisted by scantily clad, good looking folks around. And thus, we have the next major set of characteristics that come out:
Joy, myself and Looking Snake all prefer and tend to gravitate to scant clothing. Joy just goes naked when she can, although she does have a curious habit of retaining her brief tank-top. For some weird reason, however, Spring Forest does not gravitate to scant clothing. Only if it is very warm, will she reduce her clothes to short-shorts and tank top. Every chance she gets, she is in long dresses and long-sleeved blouses. She does have a relish for those long dresses to be split down the sides, sometimes all the way to her waist. This gives eye-teasing, passing glimpses at her beautiful, strong, brown legs. Spring Forest attributes this tendency to the life in China, where she generally dressed "conservatively" and definitely that life as a Nun. In addition, she even detects, that in many of her later incarnations on Shasheer, she was part of a society on that planet that seem to dress a little more covered up.
And while we are at it, about Spring Forest living a life as a Nun plus perhaps, whatever that society was or is that she was a part of in many of her Shasheerian past lives, I will mention that we detected no discernible religions. Shasheerians are spiritualist; They are aware of the energy-side of every thing, the fact that a physical body is a tool, not the entire self by any means, recognize God, recognize higher level spiritual forms, are aware of a "Christ Consciousness", realize that animals and plants have souls, and the rest of it. But we could not find any overbearing, rule-making, shame-teaching organizations of any kind that claim to be inspired by God, yet make rules and prohibitions as it suits the ones in power. In addition, government seems to be light, and "barely noticeable", as we all seem to put it, while under trance.
Anyway, our tendency to like brief clothing definitely comes from Shasheer, where everyone more or less dresses very scant, especially in warm weather. Nudity is common. Scantily clad or going nude fits the pedaling, walking, stair-climbing culture a lot better, than going around choked in clothes.
By now, you readers perhaps have concluded the typical Shasheerian as pictures of health and being "hot". And, maybe they are. But old reality has to step in and muck things up a bit. So what does the typical Shasheerian look like?
What all of us consistently saw was: Very lean, and ectomorphic, but with highly oversized legs and butt. The muscles in the legs and butt were over-developed (by our standards) and steel-hard. The bodies had almost no fat at all. Women are slightly larger than men. Women seem to be the dominant sex, with this dominance being much more pronounced in "Shasheerian past times".
We all picked up on an apparent long history of the velomobile on this planet. From the time of the lives most of our subconscious are pointing us to, the velomobile goes back over 5000 years. It almost looks like, the Shasheerians are beginning to experience evolutionary adjustments to 5000 years of velomobile use. A light, slender body with huge leg and butt muscles, (the muscles used in pedaling) would be like a sports-car; small but with a large engine, for great performance. This would undoubtedly be a useful form for a velomobile-using society.
Probably, most readers can deal with the ectomorphic build with highly developed legs and butt. However, the head and face might turn most of you off.
Consistently, we all saw a "elongated", kind of a... almost like a Polynesian tiki-carving type of face. But it was sort of crescent-moon-like... slightly. There was hair all right, and most of what we saw seem to be reddish. A couple of us saw black a few times. Spring Forest has seen black, reddish and even blond. The hair normally was smooth and flowing. There was little difference between the women and the men. So whoever they are, they have nice hair.
Anyway, more than anything else, the heads, faces and to a lesser extent, the bodies, clearly showed us we are not dealing with any kind of Earth race! They are definitely, alien... to us.
Okay, now let me review... We have covered why we take to human-powered transportation so much, and our tendency to use solar energy. We have covered why we gravitate toward scant clothing. What else was it... Oh yeah, the dogs!
When Spring Forest asked our subconscious to point us to the "first-cause" of our loathing of big dogs, Shasheerian past-lives once again came up.
Shasheerian-wide situations were hard to figure out, because our subconscious was not concerned with that. But what we could make out, Shasheer has little, if any, wars. They have local disagreements that can get heated, but nothing large scale. But here is what really came out:
Shasheerians are totally vegetarian, and so are their pets! Our subconscious pointed all of us right straight to typical pets of Shasheer. We saw cat-like and rabbit-like animals (yes, yes, on Earth, cats are carnivorous, but I said, "cat-like", what ever it is, it looks like a cat, but may have a rabbit-like diet), and even small-dog-like pets. Again, they only resemble cute small dogs but are vegetarian. Those are the smaller pets. Larger pets were all deer-like or antelope-like and vegetarian. These apparently make wonderful pets for Shasheerians, providing a kind of non-judgmental companionship and affection that should be the reason for having a pet.
We detected an almost superstitious fear of any animal (or human) that eats flesh. We picked up a wide-spread belief, that all the animals that prey on others for food, are an evolutionary "tweaking" done by dark, demonic entities that feed on the blind terror a victim animal emits when they are being attacked, and consumed alive. Indeed, demons do "feed" on emotions of terror, anger and sadness. Terror is best. It's like a steak and corn dinner to them.
That revelation so took all of us back, that we began to wonder, if that is what it is on Earth, too. Carnivores, an evolutionary tweaking done by demonic forces to create situations where their favorite "dish", terror, is generated? Like, HMMMMmmmmmm........ That's a thinker!
Well anyway, from that, one can easily see why we have such a loathing of big dogs. As well, none of us really care for other carnivores either. But most of them stay in the deep wilderness. But big dogs are the types that are repeatedly shoved in our faces.
Well, so we have a velomobile-using, vegetarian, carnivore-fearing society that derives energy from the "Three Noble Forces of Nature". They dress sparsely because it fits the physically demanding life they live. They have miniaturized electronics something like we have now on Earth, and all the modern appliances.
We gathered as much other characteristics as we could, given our subconscious was not really "interested" in that, given what Spring Forest instructed it to do. But in later sessions, she did direct us more to the general Shasheerian environment.
Shasheer has pristine atmosphere, with stable weather. There is very little pollution. There is a little pollution of course, probably from such things as metallurgy, plastics-making, burning the scant bio-fuels in their freight-carrying vehicles and other activities of the sort. But the pollution on Shasheer is no where near what it is on Earth.
Shasheerians seem to work short hours, with only a few days a week given to work. Their society plods along slowly, so technical developments advance at a pace much slower than that of Earth societies.
In farming, they have access only to energy provided by their own muscles, and the scant energy of bio-fuels and battery-based equipment kept charged by the "Three Noble Forces of Nature". This means Farmers can not produce as much per Farmer as it is done on Earth, especially United States and Canada. So many more Shasheerians are Farmers per given amount of population than on Earth.
We picked up great longevity, in the order of at least a few, if not, a moderate number of centuries. That is to say, Shasheerians live possibly 300 to 600 years. Most of that time, they are healthy. They stay youthful during most of their long lives.
Part of their longevity may merely be a characteristic of their genetics. And that's another thing; All four of us agreed, we picked up a kind of... like, background "knowledge" or memory or something, that genetic engineering is highly developed. And the admittedly vain Shasheerians use it mainly for looks! We get the feeling, that the appearance of most Shasheerians is the result of over 3000 years of the availability of, sort of like, "genetic engineering services", where anyone can order up an adjustment to the looks of their body. Genetic engineering may have once been used to get rid of, once and for all, genetically caused ailments and to lengthen longevity. After that, it was quite frankly used for looks. Anyway, that's the predominant feeling all four of us get.
We were interested in, perhaps, a "before and after" look at the effects of genetic engineering...
When regressed, most of us ended up around some kind of "modern era" that we feel, centers roughly around 1000 years ago. Only Spring Forest, in her own meditations, managed to see her past lives that were hundreds, thousands and even ten thousand years "ago" from the time on Shasheer, that the other three of us kept ending up at.
Spring Forest still picked up on great longevity, so it appears genetic engineering increased longevity only slightly and indirectly. But by eliminating genetic ailments, life spans certainly increased.
Spring Forest accessed some of her lives "before the velomobile". In those days, the Shasheerians walked a lot and if carrying anything, pulled carts. Shasheer has very little in the way of "pack animals". None of us could pick up on anything resembling a horse. Sometimes "deerish" or "antelope-ish" animals were detected, carrying stuff, but no human riders. So it looks like Shasheerians have always put their legs to heavy use. And, in those "ancient" times of Shasheer, women were more dominant even than what they are(?)/were(?) in "modern" times, or at least, the time in Shasheer's development that most of our subconscious points to.
We wondered, if all that was 1000 years ago, what about today? I asked Spring Forest if she could find out about today. She replied, "Not possible. Our subconscious can only report on what we were and what we were doing in our past lives. What you are asking for is, actually, a remote-viewing kind of assignment, something of which I know very little of, much less can do it."
We wondered about Shasheer today. Is it still there? Probably. Unlike the Earth right now, which seems to be on the precipice of near- or at-cataclysmic changes, and some kind of Earth-wide spiritual ascension around 2012 (some say it ranges from 2009 to 2017), Shasheer, as far as we could tell, is plodding along with no particular set of changes or ascensions coming up for a long time to come. And, knowing how slow they progress, they are probably doing about the same as "when we left". And, due to their extremely long life spans, 1000 years is merely one to three generations!
Now, why did we start incarnating on Earth? That was a challenge for Spring Forest. She attempted hypnotizing us and guiding us to "between lives". She also meditated herself. The best we can tell, is, our souls yearned for something a little more lively than Shasheer, and we wanted to attend Earth's ascension, and maybe, help out.
HMMMmmmmm! Another thinker!
It is true, that from what we have managed to gather, Shasheer might be... kind of boring; let's just say, sedate. Excitement has to come from the people. We detected rampant abandon to sex, on Shasheer. Not entirely surprising, given all those scantily clad, fit folks around. We also detect, a little bit, that sports are important.
With no wars to speak of, no particular pollution problems, stable weather, slow-progressing technology, little or no political unrest, there can not be much on the news! With a 400 to 500 year life-span as a Farmer, and nothing much going on, it is not any wonder, they turn to sexual indulgence and sports to liven things up.
Now... Help out on Earth? For the ascension? Huh! We have been too busy keeping ourselves out of the way of Earth people's monster dogs and monster vehicles to be of much help to anybody but ourselves. And yearn for something more lively? I think we over did it with Earth!
And, attend the ascension? What? If anything, I, along with Joy, sometimes bitch about the upcoming ascension. With all the destructive, upheavaling Earth changes coming up, as forecasted by a correlation of several independent prophesies, we don't know what to plan for. We have already given up children. Joy and I have never figured out why she does not get pregnant, but now, we don't care. I don't think it is advisable to have small children or babies when you might have to pick up and move, quickly and lightly, perhaps even run, at a moment's notice. Spring Forest utilizes an IUD and plans to not have children until she sees how this is going to go. And I personally feel that the present world of humans and society is unfit for raising children.
We complain about the ascension often. Seems like that is not quite the correct attitude! Oh well, that's our attitude.
After finding out about Shasheer, I find myself desiring to be there again. It sounds like a much saner, logical, and sensible planet of people than Earth's people by a long ways. And that is despite Shasheer's... sedateness.
Huh! Oh well. I guess these Earth incarnations are adding to our souls' experience and lessons.
Okay, so I will just say one more thing about the longevity of the folks of "our former planet", and it is kind of related to the above. Although Shasheerian longevity may be mostly from genetics, either natural or from genetic engineering or both, but certainly the following helps:
Little or no pollution, fresh foods in their natural form, regular exercise, working short hours and only a few days a week (except, I would imagine, Farmers... But their work load varies greatly depending on what part of the growing season they are in), a freedom from excessive rules brought on by religions and, finally, all that stress-releasing sex! Also contributing to a long life are the absence of wars, no political unrest and mild, predictable weather. All of these certainly help bring out the full genetic potential for long lives.
Okay, okay readers. I know you all probably came here for some kind of ribald story with sex, sex and more sex involving amazon women, along with accompanying relationships and some of the interesting stuff that most certainly results from living day to day, with an amazon-sized lady.
But that other planet in our past lives... That just fascinates the hell out of me, and sort of, needed to be told; it explains our personalities and behavior.
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