The Museum

[R Nitelight]

The old guide leads the group through the dusty museum. Safely tucked behind glass are thousands of exhibits showcasing countless handsome men and beautiful women taken from the history books, each dressed in authentic period clothes in rooms filled with authentic period furniture.
"This museum chronicles the history of love," the old guide says. "The exhibits are all interactive. Feel free to try one.
Feel free.

 

[intriguess]

Interactive?

i ask softly wondering what you are implying as we go into another wing of exhibit

 

[Guest]

"This museum chronicles the history of love," the old guide says. "The exhibits are all interactive. Feel free to try one.
Feel free."

I hear the old man's echo somewhere in the back of my head. *Interactive?* I think, what could he possible mean.

I lean closer to the exhibit closest to me. A wax figure of an extremely handsome man lears back at me. His sadistic grin intrigues me. I glance down at the nameplate below the display.

[The Marquis de Sade, 1740 - 1814

"Imperious, choleric, irascible, extreme in everything, with a dissolute imagination the like of which has never been seen, atheistic to the point of fanaticism, there you have me in a nutshell, and kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change."

From the Marquis de Sade's Last Will and Testament]

The next exhibit is of the young man between two women. MoonWolf looks down to that description plate:

[1763.Aet.23


Late February - Sade, it would appear, is engaged to two young ladies simultaneously: Mademoiselle Renee-Pelagie de Montreuil and Mademoiselle Laure de Lauris. Of the two, Sade prefers the latter, with whom he is wildly in love, but his father is intent on arranging an alliance between his son and the wealthy Montreuil family, doubtless because of the seemingly delicate financial situation in which he then finds himself. ]

Who was this man, MoonWolf wonders. What does this have to do with "love"?

Moonwolf shudders slightly, as she views a scene of *Juliette* (wearing black and red) being prosperous, and another of *Justine* being virtous (wearing white), yet misused.

And she still doesn't understand how this in *interactive*.

She clears her throat.

"Excuse me sir."

She waits until the old guide acknowledges her.

"Can you show me what you mean by *interactive*?

 

[R Nitelight]

Dear Moon Wolf (And Others),
Keep it up. You're doing fine. But you're on your own.
My vision for 'The Museum' was not as an interactive adventure, but rather as a collection of open-ended erotic monologues.
I'm new here, but one thing I've found out quickly is that if you aren't one of the first three or four posters, then you are usually locked out of a thread.
'The Museum' was designed to solve that problem, and to give everyone a chance to play.
Enter the museum. The exhibits are all interactive.
Feel free.

Good luck, and thank you for your interest,
R Nitelight

 

[intriguess]

an exhibit catches my eye

it's one of the old roman style baths where people met for rendez vous of dubious nature i walk into it almost hearing the language of rome echoing off walls. i smile my imagination must be playing tricks on me. i stroll through the baths viewing couples in variuos poses some of which i stop and look at making sure they are feasible. i blush as i walk into last room. it's dark at first but slowly lights up revealing one occupent a male, probably waiting for his lover sitting on edge of tub, the water swirling around his feet. i wonder if water is could to keep wax from melting. my eyes roam down his body seeing his hard shaft rising between his legs. he's shaved, i shake head and remind myself he's made of wax and it was probably simpler to do that way. i wonder however what the guide meant by interactive. i had heard of women masterbating with candles before but this.....was something else. i glanced around making sure i was alone before removing my shoes and stockings sliping my damp panties off. pulling short skirt up around my hips. i dip one foot in water...and tremble water is soothingly warm. i wade into water moving across to the statue. once there my fingers tace over his cock. shvering again at the realistic feel. i accidently nudge it and my lips part as it wiggles. i imagine it inside me once again. as it's definetly not wax i think. perhaps something more like what sex toys are made of. i move forward sitting in his lap feeling the hard cock press against my belly.

interactive i think.....how lovely. i lick his chest, it's warm and tastes very sensual. as if oil had been rubbed into his skin. i slowly gain courage wondeirng how others fared. feeling so sinful as i slowly lower myself onto his cock. my mind blank as i slowly at first then more rapid as i need it, fuck the man. my moans adding to zillions of other moans that had been made in places like this for all time.

i gasp as i cum feeling glad i came to exhibit and almost relunctant to leave, but wanting to tell others of this wonderful place i slowly get off and wade back to my clothes. i take one look back the man is smiling his cock only semi hard and i blink thinking it must be trick of my eyes as i slowly redress and head to exit

 

[R Nitelight]

When you enter the exhibit, the thick cloud of hashish smoke almost chokes you. The girl is waiting for you in the center of the tent, kneeling on a thick pile of pillows. She hears you enter, but keeps her eyes demurely locked on the floor.She is veiled, but dressed in the slight garments of a pleasure girl. You can see more of her body than you can of her face.
'Rise,' you command, and the girl instantly gets to her feet,unfolding her small yet lush body.You place your left hand on her firm ass, and reach for her veil with your right. Then, you stop yourself. Let mystery add spice to the encounter, you decide as you gently place her on her back.
You explore her body for a time, kissing and sucking and probing. As you do, you try to remember what your wife looks like. But she is far away, and you have never seen her so revealed as this girl. When your need becomes too great, you straddle the girl and slip inside her.
You finish more quickly yhan you wanted. The vibrant body writhing beneath you is too hungry for your seed. Her eyes widen as you come, revealing only the slightest trace of disappointment at your short performance.
You dress quickly, suddenly filled with regret. You wonder if your sinful lust has damned you. After all, you have come to free the Holy Land from the infidels, and one of those very heretics has seduced away from your goal. You open the tent flap and exit the exhibit, leaving behind both passion and the Crusades.

 

[Guest]

Juliette

MoonWolf takes a closer look at Juliette, full of confidence and free to display her sexuality. Ah, to be like her, she thought rather than the *pristine* Justine, full of virtue and virginity.

Moon closes her eyes and imagines she is Juliette. Her claim on her own sexuality, proudly on display.

After a moment, she has a feeling of vertigo. She hears a distant giggle, and she cautiously opens her eyes. She is no longer in the museum, but in a land she does not recognize. Confused, she looks down at her own attire, and discovers she is wearing the same outfit the wax figure sported just a moment ago.

"Hello, Juliette. So we meet again." She hears a husky voice behind her.

Moon turns around slowly. A very handsome man comes into view. Green velvet floods her vision. She considers him closely. From her experience, he is dressed in classic period design. She reaches out to touch the fabric. It is authentic, soft to the touch, and obviously highborn.

"What year is this." Moon asks softly.

A hearty guffaw fills the air, followed by more giggles and shuffling in the distance.

"Oh, Juliette, you are always such a delightful wag. Come her, my darling wench."

With that, he cast his arms around her waist, and thrust his body to her. Moon folded into his strength, and drank his essence into her. Oh, she was going to enjoy this.

"This way, my dear Juliette." he whispered into her ear. "Away from the watching eyes of the night."

 

[R Nitelight]

She's standing there waiting for you when you enter the exhibit, striking the same pose she did in the famous pinup. This time, though, she is not wearing the one-piece swimsuit. She is absolutely naked except for the black spiked heels. She's pretty enough, though not truly beautiful. Still, there is something that makes her stand out from the crowd.
It's the ass. The perfect wide rounded ass.
She catches you staring, and favors you with a knowing smile.
"There's some lubricant in the nightstand drawer," she tells you.
You blush at how easily she has read your mind, but are glad that it is all out in the open.
"May I?" you have the presence of mind to ask.
"Anything for the boys," she says.
She bends over the table invitingly as you grease up your tool. You cross over to her and press the head of your cock against the rosebud opening. You take a deep breath and gently slide it in, slowly, slowly, until all seven inches are completely inserted. You stay like that for a minute, just savoring the sensation. You don't want the perfect moment to ever end. Then, you begin to thrust in and out. She winces at first, but as her body adjusts her sounds turn from those of pain to those of pleasure. She is clearly not a novice at this kind of loving. Your orgasm comes too soon. You pull out with an audible pop and spray your seed all over her hot sweaty back. You collapse on top of her, panting, drained, and reduced to jelly.
"That was wonderful," you gasp. "I can't believe I fucked B...."
She presses her hand to your lips, cutting you off in mid-sentence.
"No names, please, my darling. Loose lips sink ships."

 

[Guest]

Juliette

Originally posted by MoonWolf
"This way, my dear Juliette." he whispered into her ear. "Away from the watching eyes of the night."

He escorts her into a darkened alleyway, then opens a door into a darkened room. There are two more *gentlemen* waiting inside. They both chuckle as they move apart, exposing an interesting piece of furniture.

"Juliette, these are two of my associates. I have enlightened them about you, and we have decided we would like to experience your charms." With that, my escort reaches out to the front of my outfit, and unties a leather thong threaded up the front, releasing my large breasts. He takes one of them into his mouth, and begins to suckle. Another man takes the other breast, and begins to squeeze the nipple, making it harden. I feel wetness between my legs, as I realize I am not wearing any underwear beneath the floor length skirt.

The third man moves in, and unfastens the skirt, and pulls it away from me easily. I had not realized my outfit was so easily removed. Before I know it, I am completely without clothing, between three handsome men.

My escort then guides me toward the odd piece of furniture, and I soon discover it's purpose. He leans me over a padded beam, which fits comfortably against my stomache. My breasts dangle on the other side of it, as my bare bottom lies exposed, and ready for use. He spreads my legs apart, and attaches a leather restraint around my ankles, and moves to restrain my wrists. Silently the three men undress as they are admiring their handiwork.

I suddenly feel hands on my hips, as one man guides his cock to my waiting and anxious slit. Another man fondles my breasts, as he rubs his cock over them. My escort urges me to open my mouth, as his waiting cock touches my lips.

I moan as all three men begin using my body for their pleasure. Lost in this delicious erotic atmosphere, I loose track of all time. I couldn't count the number of orgasms I have, as each man uses all parts of my body, changing places from time to time.

After what seems like hours, another sense of vertigo hits me, and I'm suddenly back at the museum, wearing my street clothes I came in with. My panties are soaked and I feel there is more there then just my own juices. I smile to myself as I walk on to view the next display, the memories of my most recent experience still reeling in my head. This a very interesting museum indeed, I think to myself.

 

[R Nitelight]

When I entered the exhibit, I was nearly deafened by the loud jazz music. A party was in full swing, and the dance floor was crowded with energetic couples doing the Charleston.
A strikingly beautiful woman caught my eye. Her black hair was bobbed in the scandelous current fashion, and she wore a short, canary yellow dress that showcased her long, smooth legs. I instantly found myself attracted to her, and so I walked over to her.
"Would you care to dance?" I asked loudly, trying to make myself heard over the blaring music. She said something I didn't hear, repeated it, then she took my arm and led me outside.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't make out what you said," I apologized.
She threw herself into my arms and pressed her lips against mine. My arms instinctively went around her as I kissed her back.
"I asked you if you wanted to fuck," she said.
I was shocked by her boldness, but not the least put off. As a matter of fact, I could feel my manhood swell. She seemed to be familiar with the grounds, so I followed her until she found a sufficiantly isolated spot.
"Are you here with anyone?" I asked, nervous at the prospect of being interrupted by a jealous lover.
"My husband," she said coldly. "But he left the party early. He'd rather bang his typewriter than his wife."
She set her back against a tree, grabbed my hands, and pressed them under her dress. I found her panties and quickly slipped them off. Her pussy was already sopping wet. I dropped my pants and freed my cock. She took it in her soft ands and guided it to her opening.
She gasped when I entered her. With the tree for support, I was able to lift her off the ground as I plunged into her. We fucked like that for about twenty minutes, until I couldn't hold off any longer. I came, firing my hot load into her sweet pussy.
"We should get back," I said. "Your husband must be wondering where you are."
"My husband is probably drunk by now," she said "Drunk and flaccid. We have all the time in the world.
She reached down and started stroking my still-hard prick.
"What a coincidence," I smiled. "I seem to have all the time in the world myself."