<nettime> sex-IT, One Amsterdam Orgy

[k.jacobs@beatmail.com (Katrien Jacobs)]

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(Sex-IT

A new theme revolting bliss!?! Please continue this story according to your
pleasure.

k.jacobs@beatmail.com)

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** TIME FOR SEXTIME **


As Tod Blofield entered the Amsterdam headquarters building of the Sextime
mailing list, his mind was racing with the fevered anticipation that his master
plan was finally coming to fruition. For years he had acted as one of the
underground collectives most diligent and tireless moderators, and for years he
had struggled hard to conceal his ultimate intentions from them - that of their
complete destruction. His plan was now reaching its final stage. As he stepped
into the elevator to the 79th floor of the Sextime office, the fierce blast of
air conditioning did little to dry the nervous sweat seeping from the pores of
his hands. As the lift rose gently the American allowed himself to reflect
briefly on his last months work, how he had cunningly manipulated the Sextime
board into appointing an all male moderator panel, how under the guise of
cultural diversity he had pushed for the selection of young men whose sexual
modesty was secretly balanced on a knifes edge, and he relished the thought of
how easily their much vaunted self control and intellectual prowess would
crumble into mindless anarchy once he introduced them to the outer extremes of
gay and group sex.

The lift doors slid open and Blofield stepped out towards the door of the
Sextime main office. As he reached for the door knob he struggled to compose
himself for the task that lay ahead. Now there was no turning back. He swung the

door open and marched confidently into the room, his casual demeanour masking
the turbulent sexual energy rising inside him. At the far end of the room he saw

a tall slim figure hunched over a keyboard typing. It was Guy Luv-Inc, the
mailing lists co-founder and most well known apologist. He turned absent
mindedly as Blofield approached.

"Hey Tod", he motioned, "glad you could make it. There's something in this
mornings postings I'd like to talk to you about. We've just received about 400
definitions of sex.art. Is it O.K.?"

"Sure Guy", said Blofield soothingly. He moved forward and placed his hand
gently on Guy's shoulder, feeling him tense slightly as he did so. As usual the
proud young Dutchman had been working through the night, surviving on black
coffee and chocolate sandwiches. His nerves were becoming frayed, his control
blunted, his attention waning and Tod sensed this might be the opportunity he
had been waiting for.

"You know Guy, you've been working so hard lately" he began, placing both hands
on Guy's shoulders and deftly teasing his neck muscles with his fingertips.
"It's really time you put aside some time for relaxing. I'm sure I can think of
a way to help you unwind and feel better". Blofield could see the reflection of
Guy's face in the computer monitor in front of him but it was impossible to
gauge his reaction at this distance. He took a deep breadth and edged his hands
around to the front of the Dutchman's chest, gently caressing his skin as he did

so.

Just then the door opened...


(please continue according to your pleasure...)


#  N.B. Any similarity to any person or institution alive or dead is purely
coincidental.

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