kittykateater
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OOC: A little background behind what inspired this story thread.
Last night in bed, as my wife was holding me, she told me I smell sweaty.
A while later, when I had to get up and use the bathroom anyway, I decided to put on more anti-perspirant so I wouldn;t be repulsively stinky to her (decades of anti-perspirant commercials on TV convinced me that sweaty=stinky=sexually unattractive).
When she resumed holding me, my wife asked, sounding disappointed, why I smell different now.
I told her I didn't want to stink.
"I never said you STINK!" she told me, sounding mildly upset. "I told you that you smell sweaty. You smelled like a MAN! Your sweaty scent reminded me that you're MY man! The smell reminded me of how you smell when you get sweaty while we make love. Scent is a very strong emotional trigger, you know. To tell you the truth, your sewaty, manly smell, reminding me of all the times your big hard cock has so wonderfully pounded my horny little pussy, was starting to get me more than a little bit HORNY!"
I turned to her and grinned.
"It's too LATE now," she gently scolded. "You've covered up that strong sexual scent of yours with anti-perspirant now. You just KILLED the mood."
I started thinking about how conservative America...businessmen, religious leaders, and politicians...hate anything and everything that has to do with sex...unless they can "sell" sex to make money for themselves. I thought about how underarm deodorants that mask our natural sexual sweat scents came on the scene in the 1950s, just about when government agencies like the FBI and the CIA, along with big corporations, were amssing tremendous global political and economic power. I began to wonder, what if underarm deodorant was some massive conspiracy between government, business, and religion to reduce the amount of sex in this country, by masking the natural scent signals that make men and women horny for each other?
And that's what inspired this story.
Any volunteers to play the role of Mary, the assistant in the chemical lab in 1957?
***
THE CHEMISTS
My name is Fred. I was working for TGDA chemical corporation, way back in 1957. We chemists in the lab used to joke that TGDA was so huge and so powerful that the acronym stood for Total Global Domination & Annihilation. It was a joke, but like many jokes, it wasn't far from the truth.
I well remember that day our CEO, Rich Bastard, walked into the lab where Mary and I worked, accompanied by two unfamiliar men in suits and ties.
"This is Reverend Uptight," the CEO introduced the first man.
"What can I do for you?" I asked politely.
"Ever since that Doctor Alfred Kinsey published his book of sexual research, the women in our church have discovered that they are capable of actually ENJOYING sex. And the men in our church have started WANTING to give their wives sexual enjoyment. It DISGUSTS me, as a typically sexually repressed minister, to hear the men around town actually BOAST openly out on the street, about how many orgasms they give their wives, like it's some sort of competition or something! So attendance in our church is way down, because all our parishioners--male AND female-- are too busy every Sunday morning screwing like crazed bunny rabbits and coming like an erupting volcano, to attend church anymore. Now I ask you, how can I continue to be a powerful dictator over my church flock, enjoying the feeling of dominant power over everyone, and how can I continue to line my pockets with parishioners hard-earned money, if nobody shows UP to my church?"
"I have a SIMILAR problem," our CEO concurred. "None of my employees are willing to stay late without extra pay any more, to let me work them half to death for paltry wages while I grow rich off their bent backs. Ever since Doctor Kinsey's book, now all my employees can't WAIT to rush out of here promptly at 5:00 and go home and fuck the HELL out of their willing and eager, horny, cock-hungry wives now. DAMN that Doctor Kinsey! He's costing me MONEY!"
The third suit-and-tie cleared his throat.
"Oh, where are my manners?" our CEO looked embarrassed. "This is Senator Blowhard."
"Reverend Uptight and Mister Bastard are my two richest and most powerful campaign contributors. So when they came to me to ask for my support to get people to stop fucking so damned much, I could hardly say no. I knew I had to do SOMETHING about this! Sometimes to defeat any enemy, you first have to understand him. So as much as it pained me to read about sex...I haven't fucked my wife in nearly 15 years now and I absolutely HATE sex every bit as much as any politician, businessman, or preacher ever did...I decided to read Doctor Kinsey's book, to see if the answer to defeating his influence might be in his own writings."
"And he found it," our CEO Mister Richard Bastard enthused. "When Senator Blowhard told me that men and women emit a powerful natural sweaty scent that makes their partners horny for each other, I just KNEW I could solve everyone's problem. After all, I own and control the biggest chemical company in the world."
"That's why we're here in your lab today," Reverend Uptight enthused. "We three all HATE sex, because none of us are any damned GOOD at it, so we don't want anyone ELSE to enjoy sex, either! And we want you chemists to help us ACHIEVE that goal!"
"See," Rich Bastard contuinued, "We want you chemists to develop a chemical people can put on themselves, to hide the sweaty scent that makes men and women desire each other sexually. Then workers will continue to work overtime for no extra pay, rather than rush home to fuck their no-longer-interested wives, and I'll grow from a multi-millionaire to a billionaire on the sweat of their labor...a sweat well hidden from their no-longer attracted wives, by our own chemicals!" He began to rub his hands in fiendish glee and chortle wickedly.
"And I can get my no-longer horny flock back into church on Sunday mornings, to make them do whatever I want them to, for fear that they might go to hell for all eternity if they cross me, and best of all, putting money back in the collection plates, so I can get even richer and have even MORE power over everyone's lives." He let out an evil laugh.
"And Reverend Uptight and Mister Bastard," Senator Blowhard concluded, "will donate even more money to my political campaigns. So I can enjoy all the power, all the perks, of office for even MORE years"
"There's just one problem with your evil scheme," I told them. "How do you get people to VOLUNTARILY put on a chemical that makes them LESS attratctive to the opposite sex?"
"That's the beauty part!" Mister Rich Bastard told me. "I got inspiration from yet another one of those damned liberal books that seem to be cropping up everywhere these days. This one is called 1984. It says freedom is slavery,and war is peace. So what we do is, we advertise and advertise, convincing the whole damned gullible, stupidly simple-minded world that our chemical will make them MORE attractive to the opposite sex. Only WE will know that in reality our chemical KILLS the sexual attraction scent! See, we convince people that war is peace, freedom is slavery, and lack of sexual scent is sexually attractive!"
"Brilliant!" Reverend Uptight cheered.
I was initially opposed to the whole horrible scheme. But Rich Bastard signed my paychecks, so I had to go along with it.
Besides, after the three suits left the lab, my cute, sexy lab assistant, Mary, turned to me and grinned, "Well, Fred, at least the research will be exciting. You can go work up a sweat and see if it makes me want to jump your bones as much as I always do. We can just keep experimenting with different chemicals, and fuck each other senseless in the lab, until we finally find that one chemical that turns me off. Sure, it will cease to be fun after THAT! But if we're lucky, we might have to try 100 different chemicals and fuck each other 100 times before we find the chemical that has the effect on me they want!"
"Make it 1,000 chemicals," I grinned, "and you've got a deal!" Mary was so constantly horny, that I wasn't even sure we could even FIND a chemical that would turn HER off! And with her hair down, her nerdy glasses off, and her white lab coat removed...along with most of the rest of her clothing... well she got ME pretty damned horny most of the time, too! So it would be difficult to find any chemical that could kill the cionsrant horniness between us!
But as Mary said, we would both sure have a lot of fun experimenting! Kinsey said everyone has his or her own unique sexual secnt, and our partners imprint on the scent that most attracts them. It's how our species propopagates itself..men and women find that one right partner whose scent most attracts them for procreation.. Somehow, I was lucky enough to be the man whose unique scent always drove Mary completely over the top with horniness...and she always had the same effect on ME! How lucky that we worked together in the same lab...and had the privacy to fuck each other senseless whenever we wanted to! Which, luckily for both of us, was juat about all the time!
Mary had persuaded me now, to cooperate in this horridly wicked scheme of big business, big government, and big religion, to wipe out sex. If after 1000 sexy attempts, our experiments produced the chemical that Reverend Uptight, Mister Bastard, and Senator Blowhard wanted, we two just might become the last two people on earth ever to have sex! I could hardly WAIT to start our experiments with Mary now. to have wild, crazy, passionate, completely uninihibited sex with her 1000 times, as we tried out one chemical after another.
Did she feel the same way now? Wanting to have sex with me however many experiments it took to complete our research?
***
OOC: OK, "Mary"...whoever volunteers for that role... feel free to step into this story now and take it wherever you want to from here. Get creative, get wild & crazy...about the sex, about the research, about participating in such a huge conspiracy, about what sort of relationship develops between Fred & Mary over the years, maybe having others participate in the research, maybe trying to convince Reverend Uptight, Mistrer Rich Bastard, and Senator Blowhard that they are wrong to hate sex so much, etc. Another possible story element: how the sexual revolution of the 1960s influences the research and this evil plot. Just some ideas you can explore...or not. A lot of story elements we can explore together...let your imagination take wing and soar here.
Last night in bed, as my wife was holding me, she told me I smell sweaty.
A while later, when I had to get up and use the bathroom anyway, I decided to put on more anti-perspirant so I wouldn;t be repulsively stinky to her (decades of anti-perspirant commercials on TV convinced me that sweaty=stinky=sexually unattractive).
When she resumed holding me, my wife asked, sounding disappointed, why I smell different now.
I told her I didn't want to stink.
"I never said you STINK!" she told me, sounding mildly upset. "I told you that you smell sweaty. You smelled like a MAN! Your sweaty scent reminded me that you're MY man! The smell reminded me of how you smell when you get sweaty while we make love. Scent is a very strong emotional trigger, you know. To tell you the truth, your sewaty, manly smell, reminding me of all the times your big hard cock has so wonderfully pounded my horny little pussy, was starting to get me more than a little bit HORNY!"
I turned to her and grinned.
"It's too LATE now," she gently scolded. "You've covered up that strong sexual scent of yours with anti-perspirant now. You just KILLED the mood."
I started thinking about how conservative America...businessmen, religious leaders, and politicians...hate anything and everything that has to do with sex...unless they can "sell" sex to make money for themselves. I thought about how underarm deodorants that mask our natural sexual sweat scents came on the scene in the 1950s, just about when government agencies like the FBI and the CIA, along with big corporations, were amssing tremendous global political and economic power. I began to wonder, what if underarm deodorant was some massive conspiracy between government, business, and religion to reduce the amount of sex in this country, by masking the natural scent signals that make men and women horny for each other?
And that's what inspired this story.
Any volunteers to play the role of Mary, the assistant in the chemical lab in 1957?
***
THE CHEMISTS
My name is Fred. I was working for TGDA chemical corporation, way back in 1957. We chemists in the lab used to joke that TGDA was so huge and so powerful that the acronym stood for Total Global Domination & Annihilation. It was a joke, but like many jokes, it wasn't far from the truth.
I well remember that day our CEO, Rich Bastard, walked into the lab where Mary and I worked, accompanied by two unfamiliar men in suits and ties.
"This is Reverend Uptight," the CEO introduced the first man.
"What can I do for you?" I asked politely.
"Ever since that Doctor Alfred Kinsey published his book of sexual research, the women in our church have discovered that they are capable of actually ENJOYING sex. And the men in our church have started WANTING to give their wives sexual enjoyment. It DISGUSTS me, as a typically sexually repressed minister, to hear the men around town actually BOAST openly out on the street, about how many orgasms they give their wives, like it's some sort of competition or something! So attendance in our church is way down, because all our parishioners--male AND female-- are too busy every Sunday morning screwing like crazed bunny rabbits and coming like an erupting volcano, to attend church anymore. Now I ask you, how can I continue to be a powerful dictator over my church flock, enjoying the feeling of dominant power over everyone, and how can I continue to line my pockets with parishioners hard-earned money, if nobody shows UP to my church?"
"I have a SIMILAR problem," our CEO concurred. "None of my employees are willing to stay late without extra pay any more, to let me work them half to death for paltry wages while I grow rich off their bent backs. Ever since Doctor Kinsey's book, now all my employees can't WAIT to rush out of here promptly at 5:00 and go home and fuck the HELL out of their willing and eager, horny, cock-hungry wives now. DAMN that Doctor Kinsey! He's costing me MONEY!"
The third suit-and-tie cleared his throat.
"Oh, where are my manners?" our CEO looked embarrassed. "This is Senator Blowhard."
"Reverend Uptight and Mister Bastard are my two richest and most powerful campaign contributors. So when they came to me to ask for my support to get people to stop fucking so damned much, I could hardly say no. I knew I had to do SOMETHING about this! Sometimes to defeat any enemy, you first have to understand him. So as much as it pained me to read about sex...I haven't fucked my wife in nearly 15 years now and I absolutely HATE sex every bit as much as any politician, businessman, or preacher ever did...I decided to read Doctor Kinsey's book, to see if the answer to defeating his influence might be in his own writings."
"And he found it," our CEO Mister Richard Bastard enthused. "When Senator Blowhard told me that men and women emit a powerful natural sweaty scent that makes their partners horny for each other, I just KNEW I could solve everyone's problem. After all, I own and control the biggest chemical company in the world."
"That's why we're here in your lab today," Reverend Uptight enthused. "We three all HATE sex, because none of us are any damned GOOD at it, so we don't want anyone ELSE to enjoy sex, either! And we want you chemists to help us ACHIEVE that goal!"
"See," Rich Bastard contuinued, "We want you chemists to develop a chemical people can put on themselves, to hide the sweaty scent that makes men and women desire each other sexually. Then workers will continue to work overtime for no extra pay, rather than rush home to fuck their no-longer-interested wives, and I'll grow from a multi-millionaire to a billionaire on the sweat of their labor...a sweat well hidden from their no-longer attracted wives, by our own chemicals!" He began to rub his hands in fiendish glee and chortle wickedly.
"And I can get my no-longer horny flock back into church on Sunday mornings, to make them do whatever I want them to, for fear that they might go to hell for all eternity if they cross me, and best of all, putting money back in the collection plates, so I can get even richer and have even MORE power over everyone's lives." He let out an evil laugh.
"And Reverend Uptight and Mister Bastard," Senator Blowhard concluded, "will donate even more money to my political campaigns. So I can enjoy all the power, all the perks, of office for even MORE years"
"There's just one problem with your evil scheme," I told them. "How do you get people to VOLUNTARILY put on a chemical that makes them LESS attratctive to the opposite sex?"
"That's the beauty part!" Mister Rich Bastard told me. "I got inspiration from yet another one of those damned liberal books that seem to be cropping up everywhere these days. This one is called 1984. It says freedom is slavery,and war is peace. So what we do is, we advertise and advertise, convincing the whole damned gullible, stupidly simple-minded world that our chemical will make them MORE attractive to the opposite sex. Only WE will know that in reality our chemical KILLS the sexual attraction scent! See, we convince people that war is peace, freedom is slavery, and lack of sexual scent is sexually attractive!"
"Brilliant!" Reverend Uptight cheered.
I was initially opposed to the whole horrible scheme. But Rich Bastard signed my paychecks, so I had to go along with it.
Besides, after the three suits left the lab, my cute, sexy lab assistant, Mary, turned to me and grinned, "Well, Fred, at least the research will be exciting. You can go work up a sweat and see if it makes me want to jump your bones as much as I always do. We can just keep experimenting with different chemicals, and fuck each other senseless in the lab, until we finally find that one chemical that turns me off. Sure, it will cease to be fun after THAT! But if we're lucky, we might have to try 100 different chemicals and fuck each other 100 times before we find the chemical that has the effect on me they want!"
"Make it 1,000 chemicals," I grinned, "and you've got a deal!" Mary was so constantly horny, that I wasn't even sure we could even FIND a chemical that would turn HER off! And with her hair down, her nerdy glasses off, and her white lab coat removed...along with most of the rest of her clothing... well she got ME pretty damned horny most of the time, too! So it would be difficult to find any chemical that could kill the cionsrant horniness between us!
But as Mary said, we would both sure have a lot of fun experimenting! Kinsey said everyone has his or her own unique sexual secnt, and our partners imprint on the scent that most attracts them. It's how our species propopagates itself..men and women find that one right partner whose scent most attracts them for procreation.. Somehow, I was lucky enough to be the man whose unique scent always drove Mary completely over the top with horniness...and she always had the same effect on ME! How lucky that we worked together in the same lab...and had the privacy to fuck each other senseless whenever we wanted to! Which, luckily for both of us, was juat about all the time!
Mary had persuaded me now, to cooperate in this horridly wicked scheme of big business, big government, and big religion, to wipe out sex. If after 1000 sexy attempts, our experiments produced the chemical that Reverend Uptight, Mister Bastard, and Senator Blowhard wanted, we two just might become the last two people on earth ever to have sex! I could hardly WAIT to start our experiments with Mary now. to have wild, crazy, passionate, completely uninihibited sex with her 1000 times, as we tried out one chemical after another.
Did she feel the same way now? Wanting to have sex with me however many experiments it took to complete our research?
***
OOC: OK, "Mary"...whoever volunteers for that role... feel free to step into this story now and take it wherever you want to from here. Get creative, get wild & crazy...about the sex, about the research, about participating in such a huge conspiracy, about what sort of relationship develops between Fred & Mary over the years, maybe having others participate in the research, maybe trying to convince Reverend Uptight, Mistrer Rich Bastard, and Senator Blowhard that they are wrong to hate sex so much, etc. Another possible story element: how the sexual revolution of the 1960s influences the research and this evil plot. Just some ideas you can explore...or not. A lot of story elements we can explore together...let your imagination take wing and soar here.
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