Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 14:45:33 EDT
From: F123hartman@aol.com
Subject: Angel 4  Smarter than my dumb older Brother

Smarter Than My Dumb Older Brother     Ch Angel 4
F123hartrman@aol.com

     The thrills of sex are like mass erotic feelings and everything all in
vivid color.  It is like one of those Roman or Greek orgy paintings with lots
of bodies on pillows and breasts, tits and bare ass and clothing almost
covering bodies and colors of flesh, soft shades of pillows, and blankets.  Vivid
color food everywhere and when you close your eyes slightly it all becomes like
blurred sensual colors moving up-and-down, and in-and-out as the sex fun
becomes a feast before my eyes.  Greek scenes with blue skies and green-blue pools
has every tone of skies, whereas Roman pinks, and chorales with dots black
strings of pubic pleasure dance with excitement in my mind.
     With my young little Angel in my bedroom, it is all of the greens of my
wall Eden garden flickering with the rays of sunlight coming onto my erotic
bed's suggestions.  As youth floats in my arms, I find the whole room is
throbbing with thrills and warmth and stains of white sperming silk sensations.  With
my brother the painting is flesh tones and tans and browns and deep red hole
and rose cheek smoothness.  The sex of color sensations keep influencing all
of my orgasm cum cream smells and  buff tit touching tenderness.  Every thrill
becomes more vivid in dreaming colors all around me.  .
     When my roommate leaves me along with his girl, the whole experience
becomes colored with white purity, and shades of cream silk sheets and warm white
boobs and light rose virgin vagina lips and deep rose colored tits.  Every
change in position becomes a special painting of pleasure and my whole world
becomes deep vivid emotions of color pleasures.  Yes, the sex of color shades
dancing in-and-out and up-and-down and all around my dreaming cream sweets.
     When I go to Catholic Mass on Sunday, the same things are happening the
moment I bless myself and step inside the church.  As my knees bow before the
smells of colors around me, I see shades of black robes blessing the table
linen and pillows in the pews.  Above me are heaven's colors with pink naked
angels floating before me as almost naked shades of rose and flesh colored bodies
dance with the crosses around me.  Everybody in front and behind me is like
my Angel in flesh tones with secret sex satin spots of semen colors showing.
The walls and beams are shades of gray shadows that come alive in a thousand
shades o gray every time I close my eyes in prayer.  Greek and Roman colors are
bright and vivid and absolute vivid rapture, but in the Mass the colors are
soft with secret shades like priestly suggestiveness and nun nude hidden warm
blush.  The church gray shadows become blue squirts and cream streams of pure
virgin lightness.  Yes, for me the entire Mass becomes an experience in color.
Silently I climax over and over again as every feeling in my body joins the
heavenly floating clouds around me.  As I look around me, I can see everyone
enjoying these same wonderful sensations.  Yes, I will be back enjoying the
holy true colors of Mass again and again and again.