kittykateater
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OOC: This was supposed to be a closed thread for little_golden and me, but she never started playing. So now I am looking for who will play Sharon.
The idea is we each create a time-travel adventure and then move on to a new adventure in another place and time. Each new adventure draws "Sharon" and "Joe" closer spiritually, intellectually, romantically, and sexually. That is critical to the story, as the time-machine is powered by passion, and the further back in time we travel, the more passion we must have between us, to travel there. This is the first adventure, and I need a Sharon to create our next adventure and to up the level on the passion.
As the story develops, we might add more characters who witness or in some way participate in our time-travels. Sharon and Joseph might meet, or even become, famous historical characters. So there is a lot of room for fun and creativity and lust in this story.
This story has been gelling in my head for over a month now, and I finally figured it out well enough to post part 1 here. The idea is for us to time-travel into different historical eras and different adventures, in our time machine that is powered by the passion between us.
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I've always been a total nerd, my whole life. Even as a little boy. When I was just 8, wile other little boys were playing catch, I was studying...Quantum Mechanics! Worse, in college I got my Ph.D. in theoretical physics. I mean, you might as well have stamped NERD on my forehead! As a physicist, I was poor and struggling, I had no social life, and I was too absorbed in my work to even realize how lonely and miserable I truly was. My head was too buried in my books and papers to do anything else, especially dating.
But when I started doubting the prevailing orthodox physics, and its overly-revered high priests Einstein and Hawkings, I strayed from the mainstream thinking in physics, and I found myself drifting more and more into agreeing with Alfven's radical theories of a plasma universe. My new directions in thinking about physics, cosmology, and the universe, led me to inventing, more than to pure theoretical science. I found the plasma universe theory leading me to new discoveries and new invetions. I sold some of my patents to big corporations, and that has made me very wealthy. I found my opinions, and my time and attention, increasing more in demand. I became a darling of TV talk shows. And that's when I started throwing parties at my newly-purchased mansion, and meeting some fun, interseting, and even eccentric people.
That's how I came to host a big masquearde costume ball for Halloween this year, with all of the cream of local high society in attendance. The costumes ranged from recent presidents to Star Trek characters.
I came dressed as a dashing knight of Renaissance Europe, and I only hoped I would get my chance to meet and rescue my lady in distress.
Everyone was standing around, a drink in hand, making idle chit-chat, when SHE entered the room. This vision of loveliness wore layers of green gossamer-thin fabric, much like scarves for the dance of the seven veils, topped with a tall, pointy green hat (similar to a dunce cap) from which several more gossamer scarves dangled down past the back of her lovely neck. Her simple white cotton top, what little there was of it, was cut so low that nearly all of her extremely generous bosom spilled out over the top. Her enormous bosom tapered down into the curviest hips and roundest derriere. Right through her sheer ankle-length fabric, I could see how beautiful and sheapely her legs were. Legs I so wanted wrapped first around my neck, and then around my waist. She held a masquerade mask on a stick, to hide her face.
She walked up to me. ME! When I was a theroretical physicist practically living in the math lab, such a sexy beauty wouldn't have even noticed me. And now she was approaching me, obviously intent on convesration. Did she notice me only because I'm now wealthier than General Motors? Probably. Did it really matter? Hell no! No matter what her reasons for having an interest in me, my heart...and my dick...were ecstatic that she was approaching me at all.
"Excuse me," she smiled, dropping her mask and letting me see her exquisite face. "Aren't you professor Richards?"
"Yes," my smile quickly turned into a frown. "And you are?"
"Sharon," she smiled, her eyes twinkling.
I pulled a fountain pen from my pocket and picked up a cocktail napkin. "I suppose you want my autograph, Sharon?" I started to sign the napkin.
"Not particularly," she laughed. And what a charming and delightful laugh. A laugh to captivate a man's heart...and indeed his very soul, if such exists. "No, I'm quite sure I don't want your autograph."
"Then what DO you want?" I asked, perhaps a little too abruptly.
"It's just that I was reading this morning about how and when you started to disagree with Einstein and Hawkings. You were so young at athe time, and I was just wondering how you came to believe that they are wrong."
"Like what right does a lowly junior professor have to challenge the great Gods Eninstein and Hawkings?" My voice was growing ever more belligenent.
"No," she stammered, "I just meant..."
"Well, since you asked, Sharon" I rudely interrupted. "Einstein and Hawkings are all about the purity of mathematics. And even when their math formulae disagree with what can be observed through a telescope, or measured in a laboratory, the purity of math was supposed to be believed above observable reality. It was like theology: 'We are the high priests of physics. Trust us, believe in us, worship us. For we know, beyond feeble humanity's ability to understand.'
"Well," I continued, "I have always bristled at religion's need to accept on faith what cannot be demonstrated. And I for damn sure wasn't going to embrace faith in the guise of science! Every experiment I conducted showed Einstein's and Hawkings's math to be just plain WRONG!
"It all started to unravel for me, when I found a way to separate the energy in light from the matter in light. And the energy portion actually traveled FASTER than the speed of light. Something that Einstein said could not happen, and yet here it was! Physics orthodoxy kept telling me I had to be wrong, I had to ignore the observable and measurable reality, math is pure, math is always right.
"Then I noticed that Einstein had it almost, but not quite, right about how space and time curve in on themselves."
"Is that," she beamed, her eyes twinkling, "when you discovered Hannes Alfven?"
Wow! Sharon actually knew something about physics, and seemed genuinely interested in hearing my ideas. Something no woman had ever done before.
"Precisely!" I exclaimed excitedly. "Alfven described how all the universe consists of swirling gases he calls plasma, and how electromagnetism pinches these swirling plasma vortices, until everything at every scale, from atoms all the way up to galaxies and clusters of galaxies, formed not Einstein's simple curves, but complex spirals. And that's when it hit me. Alfven's theores precisely matched the results of every experiment I had ever conducted. Every result that had disproved the Big Bang Theory of Cosmolology. Even to the way space and time actually curve, which is close to what Einstein predicted but EXACTLY matches Alfven's predictions.
"I have always been interested in space exploration," I continued. "I long ago realized that manned space flight is impractical, because even the farthest reaches of our own galaxy would take several lifetimes to reach with a space ship. No, robots would have to be our envoys into space.
"But there was another problem. A signal from a robotic spaceship would take millions of years to reach earth from the far reaches of the universe. By that time, would there be anyone left on earth with the knowledge and technology to receive and understand messages from our robotic scientists?
"That's when my very first invention came to me. Since space is curved, not in the way Einstein predicted, but into massive pinched vortices, couldn't I use the universe's own giant electric currents, to send a radio signal, not along the circumference of those swirling spirals, but through the narrowest pinched diameter of a vortex? That way, a signal could reach us in a hundred years or less, instead of a million years.
"That's when I developed the Diameter Radio, that could send its signal ACROSS the pinched-off diameter of an electromagnetic vortex, instead of along the spiral elctrical paths that try to force the path of a signal. I sold my patent for that space-exploration radio, for a licensing fee that so far has earned me half a billion dollars."
"Oooh," she squealed in genuine delight. "I hear you have the prototype right her in your mansion."
"That's right."
"Would you show it to me?"
I took her hand in mine, my heart pounding just to be holding this divinely beautiful lady's hand in mine, and I led her down a long hallway, where all of my many inventions are on display. I showed her the Diameter Radio, then continued to my next invention.
"This is my spaceship engine. Alfven's plasma theories got me thinking, why not use the natural electrical energy of the universe, rather than burn fossil fuels? I found a way to tap the energy that send an electronic swirling around an atom's nucleus."
"I remember reading about your engine when you first developed it," she smiled. "When you sold your patent to a Japanes space contractor for an unprecednted 20 billion dollars. Not yen...DOLLARS! Every other engine--gas, diesel, or even rocket--burns one type of chemical compound and converts it into another, and usually toxic, chemical compound. But the true beauty of your engine is, it can take the energy of any electron, even from a toxic compound. And if there is ever any unwanted by-product from using a specific chemical in your engine, your engine can even tap into the electronic energy of the by-product."
"I can't believe it. A beautiful woman, who actually understands how my inventions work. I think I'm in love! Oh, I could just KISS you!"
Her eyes twinlkling, she leaned forward, her lips puckered, and she giggled, "So, why don't you?"
Ever the absent-minded professor, I actually asked her "Why don't I what?"
"Why don't you KISS me?" she asked.
So I did. Hotly. Repeatedly. She threw her arms around me, and with a ferocious hunger in her eyes and on her lips, she hotly, passionately kissd me back. I don't know how long we kissed. Maybe five minutes. Maybe two hours. All I know is, if we had kissed non-stop for a MONTH, I still would have wanted MORE. Her sweet lips were THAT enjoyable to me now.
But she finally broke our kiss to ask "What's that invention behind you, Professor Richards?"
"Please call me Joe," I smiled. After that long, passionate kiss, "Professor Richards" seemed far too formal a way for her to address me.
"OK...JOE!" she laughed charmingly. "So, what is that device behind you?"
"Oh, that!" I shrugged. "That's just my time machine."
"As in time travel?" she gushed. "I didn't know you had solved the problem of time travel!"
"I haven't!" I groaned. "I can never get the damned thing to actually WORK!"
"That's OK, profess--umm, I mean Joe! I still love you anyway." With that, she threw her arms around me yet again, and kissed me so hard that I fell over backward, taking her down with me. We both fell hard against the side of my time machine.
There was a blinding flash. Then everything went black for a second or two, and I had the odd sensation that I was instantly hurled from one end to the other, along the whole length of the electrical path in one of Alfeven's galaxy clusters.
I came to with this lovely lady named Sharon still in my arms, our lips still locked to each other. But somehow, something about our environment seemed different.
That's when I heard a bunch of worried voices asking, "Sir Joseph, canst thou slay yon dargon, and rescue thy fair damsel in distress?" I blinked and rubbed my eyes. There were no more Satr Trek officers as at my Halloween party, no more Richard Nixons and Ronald Reagans. Everyone around us was dressed in Renaissance garb, as my new lady friend and I were.
Also, unlike my cold and drafty mansion, it seemed extremely hot here.
My lady friend tapped me on the shoulder and nervosuly stammered, "Ummm, Joe..." Then she screamed, "JOE!"
That's when I noticed this enormous green dragon, only a few short yards away, smoke snorting from its nostrils, a tongue of flame belching out of his mouth and rapidly heading in our direction.
"I'll be DAMNED!" I laughed, ever the nerdy professor. "My time machine works after all!" I slapped my forehead and almost said "Duh!". "Passion! Why didn't I think of that! Passion! It's the most powerful force in the universe. That must be what made my time machine work this time! I'll be damned, the fuel that makes my time machine work is...passion! Who would have thought it, or believed it!"
"Yeah, yeah," she dismissed my musings, with growing panic in her voice. "Now is NOT the time or place, Joe! You're dressed as a knight, flames are headed our way. So, you've got just seconds now, to figure out how you're going to rescue your damsel in distress! Oh, PLEASE don't let the dragon barbecue me, Joe!"
"KISS me!" I commanded.
"Not NOW, Joe!" she screamed in fright.
"If you value your life, baby....KISS me!"
We threw our arms around each other, and kissed with a ferocious hunger. Her hand slipped down my trousers, encircling and squeezing my cock, as I slid first one, and then two fingers into her juicy slit.
There was another nearly-blinding flash, even stronger that the first time. I realized that our kiss having turned to groping and heavy petting, had given our time machine even more energy to run on, than just our earlier first kiss at the Halloween party had. We were sending the time-machine so MUCH passion-energy, in fact, that we were instantly free of the dragon. Now I smiled at the realization that I had just lived out my dream of rescuing my beautiful damsel in distress.
And again I felt like we were being hurled along an electrical current spanning entire clusters of galaxies. What time period, and what new adventure, would our passion-fueled time machine send us into next?
The idea is we each create a time-travel adventure and then move on to a new adventure in another place and time. Each new adventure draws "Sharon" and "Joe" closer spiritually, intellectually, romantically, and sexually. That is critical to the story, as the time-machine is powered by passion, and the further back in time we travel, the more passion we must have between us, to travel there. This is the first adventure, and I need a Sharon to create our next adventure and to up the level on the passion.
As the story develops, we might add more characters who witness or in some way participate in our time-travels. Sharon and Joseph might meet, or even become, famous historical characters. So there is a lot of room for fun and creativity and lust in this story.
This story has been gelling in my head for over a month now, and I finally figured it out well enough to post part 1 here. The idea is for us to time-travel into different historical eras and different adventures, in our time machine that is powered by the passion between us.
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I've always been a total nerd, my whole life. Even as a little boy. When I was just 8, wile other little boys were playing catch, I was studying...Quantum Mechanics! Worse, in college I got my Ph.D. in theoretical physics. I mean, you might as well have stamped NERD on my forehead! As a physicist, I was poor and struggling, I had no social life, and I was too absorbed in my work to even realize how lonely and miserable I truly was. My head was too buried in my books and papers to do anything else, especially dating.
But when I started doubting the prevailing orthodox physics, and its overly-revered high priests Einstein and Hawkings, I strayed from the mainstream thinking in physics, and I found myself drifting more and more into agreeing with Alfven's radical theories of a plasma universe. My new directions in thinking about physics, cosmology, and the universe, led me to inventing, more than to pure theoretical science. I found the plasma universe theory leading me to new discoveries and new invetions. I sold some of my patents to big corporations, and that has made me very wealthy. I found my opinions, and my time and attention, increasing more in demand. I became a darling of TV talk shows. And that's when I started throwing parties at my newly-purchased mansion, and meeting some fun, interseting, and even eccentric people.
That's how I came to host a big masquearde costume ball for Halloween this year, with all of the cream of local high society in attendance. The costumes ranged from recent presidents to Star Trek characters.
I came dressed as a dashing knight of Renaissance Europe, and I only hoped I would get my chance to meet and rescue my lady in distress.
Everyone was standing around, a drink in hand, making idle chit-chat, when SHE entered the room. This vision of loveliness wore layers of green gossamer-thin fabric, much like scarves for the dance of the seven veils, topped with a tall, pointy green hat (similar to a dunce cap) from which several more gossamer scarves dangled down past the back of her lovely neck. Her simple white cotton top, what little there was of it, was cut so low that nearly all of her extremely generous bosom spilled out over the top. Her enormous bosom tapered down into the curviest hips and roundest derriere. Right through her sheer ankle-length fabric, I could see how beautiful and sheapely her legs were. Legs I so wanted wrapped first around my neck, and then around my waist. She held a masquerade mask on a stick, to hide her face.
She walked up to me. ME! When I was a theroretical physicist practically living in the math lab, such a sexy beauty wouldn't have even noticed me. And now she was approaching me, obviously intent on convesration. Did she notice me only because I'm now wealthier than General Motors? Probably. Did it really matter? Hell no! No matter what her reasons for having an interest in me, my heart...and my dick...were ecstatic that she was approaching me at all.
"Excuse me," she smiled, dropping her mask and letting me see her exquisite face. "Aren't you professor Richards?"
"Yes," my smile quickly turned into a frown. "And you are?"
"Sharon," she smiled, her eyes twinkling.
I pulled a fountain pen from my pocket and picked up a cocktail napkin. "I suppose you want my autograph, Sharon?" I started to sign the napkin.
"Not particularly," she laughed. And what a charming and delightful laugh. A laugh to captivate a man's heart...and indeed his very soul, if such exists. "No, I'm quite sure I don't want your autograph."
"Then what DO you want?" I asked, perhaps a little too abruptly.
"It's just that I was reading this morning about how and when you started to disagree with Einstein and Hawkings. You were so young at athe time, and I was just wondering how you came to believe that they are wrong."
"Like what right does a lowly junior professor have to challenge the great Gods Eninstein and Hawkings?" My voice was growing ever more belligenent.
"No," she stammered, "I just meant..."
"Well, since you asked, Sharon" I rudely interrupted. "Einstein and Hawkings are all about the purity of mathematics. And even when their math formulae disagree with what can be observed through a telescope, or measured in a laboratory, the purity of math was supposed to be believed above observable reality. It was like theology: 'We are the high priests of physics. Trust us, believe in us, worship us. For we know, beyond feeble humanity's ability to understand.'
"Well," I continued, "I have always bristled at religion's need to accept on faith what cannot be demonstrated. And I for damn sure wasn't going to embrace faith in the guise of science! Every experiment I conducted showed Einstein's and Hawkings's math to be just plain WRONG!
"It all started to unravel for me, when I found a way to separate the energy in light from the matter in light. And the energy portion actually traveled FASTER than the speed of light. Something that Einstein said could not happen, and yet here it was! Physics orthodoxy kept telling me I had to be wrong, I had to ignore the observable and measurable reality, math is pure, math is always right.
"Then I noticed that Einstein had it almost, but not quite, right about how space and time curve in on themselves."
"Is that," she beamed, her eyes twinkling, "when you discovered Hannes Alfven?"
Wow! Sharon actually knew something about physics, and seemed genuinely interested in hearing my ideas. Something no woman had ever done before.
"Precisely!" I exclaimed excitedly. "Alfven described how all the universe consists of swirling gases he calls plasma, and how electromagnetism pinches these swirling plasma vortices, until everything at every scale, from atoms all the way up to galaxies and clusters of galaxies, formed not Einstein's simple curves, but complex spirals. And that's when it hit me. Alfven's theores precisely matched the results of every experiment I had ever conducted. Every result that had disproved the Big Bang Theory of Cosmolology. Even to the way space and time actually curve, which is close to what Einstein predicted but EXACTLY matches Alfven's predictions.
"I have always been interested in space exploration," I continued. "I long ago realized that manned space flight is impractical, because even the farthest reaches of our own galaxy would take several lifetimes to reach with a space ship. No, robots would have to be our envoys into space.
"But there was another problem. A signal from a robotic spaceship would take millions of years to reach earth from the far reaches of the universe. By that time, would there be anyone left on earth with the knowledge and technology to receive and understand messages from our robotic scientists?
"That's when my very first invention came to me. Since space is curved, not in the way Einstein predicted, but into massive pinched vortices, couldn't I use the universe's own giant electric currents, to send a radio signal, not along the circumference of those swirling spirals, but through the narrowest pinched diameter of a vortex? That way, a signal could reach us in a hundred years or less, instead of a million years.
"That's when I developed the Diameter Radio, that could send its signal ACROSS the pinched-off diameter of an electromagnetic vortex, instead of along the spiral elctrical paths that try to force the path of a signal. I sold my patent for that space-exploration radio, for a licensing fee that so far has earned me half a billion dollars."
"Oooh," she squealed in genuine delight. "I hear you have the prototype right her in your mansion."
"That's right."
"Would you show it to me?"
I took her hand in mine, my heart pounding just to be holding this divinely beautiful lady's hand in mine, and I led her down a long hallway, where all of my many inventions are on display. I showed her the Diameter Radio, then continued to my next invention.
"This is my spaceship engine. Alfven's plasma theories got me thinking, why not use the natural electrical energy of the universe, rather than burn fossil fuels? I found a way to tap the energy that send an electronic swirling around an atom's nucleus."
"I remember reading about your engine when you first developed it," she smiled. "When you sold your patent to a Japanes space contractor for an unprecednted 20 billion dollars. Not yen...DOLLARS! Every other engine--gas, diesel, or even rocket--burns one type of chemical compound and converts it into another, and usually toxic, chemical compound. But the true beauty of your engine is, it can take the energy of any electron, even from a toxic compound. And if there is ever any unwanted by-product from using a specific chemical in your engine, your engine can even tap into the electronic energy of the by-product."
"I can't believe it. A beautiful woman, who actually understands how my inventions work. I think I'm in love! Oh, I could just KISS you!"
Her eyes twinlkling, she leaned forward, her lips puckered, and she giggled, "So, why don't you?"
Ever the absent-minded professor, I actually asked her "Why don't I what?"
"Why don't you KISS me?" she asked.
So I did. Hotly. Repeatedly. She threw her arms around me, and with a ferocious hunger in her eyes and on her lips, she hotly, passionately kissd me back. I don't know how long we kissed. Maybe five minutes. Maybe two hours. All I know is, if we had kissed non-stop for a MONTH, I still would have wanted MORE. Her sweet lips were THAT enjoyable to me now.
But she finally broke our kiss to ask "What's that invention behind you, Professor Richards?"
"Please call me Joe," I smiled. After that long, passionate kiss, "Professor Richards" seemed far too formal a way for her to address me.
"OK...JOE!" she laughed charmingly. "So, what is that device behind you?"
"Oh, that!" I shrugged. "That's just my time machine."
"As in time travel?" she gushed. "I didn't know you had solved the problem of time travel!"
"I haven't!" I groaned. "I can never get the damned thing to actually WORK!"
"That's OK, profess--umm, I mean Joe! I still love you anyway." With that, she threw her arms around me yet again, and kissed me so hard that I fell over backward, taking her down with me. We both fell hard against the side of my time machine.
There was a blinding flash. Then everything went black for a second or two, and I had the odd sensation that I was instantly hurled from one end to the other, along the whole length of the electrical path in one of Alfeven's galaxy clusters.
I came to with this lovely lady named Sharon still in my arms, our lips still locked to each other. But somehow, something about our environment seemed different.
That's when I heard a bunch of worried voices asking, "Sir Joseph, canst thou slay yon dargon, and rescue thy fair damsel in distress?" I blinked and rubbed my eyes. There were no more Satr Trek officers as at my Halloween party, no more Richard Nixons and Ronald Reagans. Everyone around us was dressed in Renaissance garb, as my new lady friend and I were.
Also, unlike my cold and drafty mansion, it seemed extremely hot here.
My lady friend tapped me on the shoulder and nervosuly stammered, "Ummm, Joe..." Then she screamed, "JOE!"
That's when I noticed this enormous green dragon, only a few short yards away, smoke snorting from its nostrils, a tongue of flame belching out of his mouth and rapidly heading in our direction.
"I'll be DAMNED!" I laughed, ever the nerdy professor. "My time machine works after all!" I slapped my forehead and almost said "Duh!". "Passion! Why didn't I think of that! Passion! It's the most powerful force in the universe. That must be what made my time machine work this time! I'll be damned, the fuel that makes my time machine work is...passion! Who would have thought it, or believed it!"
"Yeah, yeah," she dismissed my musings, with growing panic in her voice. "Now is NOT the time or place, Joe! You're dressed as a knight, flames are headed our way. So, you've got just seconds now, to figure out how you're going to rescue your damsel in distress! Oh, PLEASE don't let the dragon barbecue me, Joe!"
"KISS me!" I commanded.
"Not NOW, Joe!" she screamed in fright.
"If you value your life, baby....KISS me!"
We threw our arms around each other, and kissed with a ferocious hunger. Her hand slipped down my trousers, encircling and squeezing my cock, as I slid first one, and then two fingers into her juicy slit.
There was another nearly-blinding flash, even stronger that the first time. I realized that our kiss having turned to groping and heavy petting, had given our time machine even more energy to run on, than just our earlier first kiss at the Halloween party had. We were sending the time-machine so MUCH passion-energy, in fact, that we were instantly free of the dragon. Now I smiled at the realization that I had just lived out my dream of rescuing my beautiful damsel in distress.
And again I felt like we were being hurled along an electrical current spanning entire clusters of galaxies. What time period, and what new adventure, would our passion-fueled time machine send us into next?
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