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Yoli here, though uncertain as to where to post this.

I've skipped the RiverWalk OU bash tonight. Trying to quell these sniffles before tomorrow night's big game at The Alamo(Ugly!)Dome.

So, here's my little "What if?":

What if there was a way to hook up a person to another so that what one is experiencing is actually felt by the other?

Let's envision a gentle scenario for starters. (We'll get kinkeeeeee in a few. I promise.)

OK, so a person is receiving a normal massage from another. The difference is that BOTH feel what the massagee is feeling. Think! The masseur/masseuse would be able to hit the "sweet spot" unerringly and thus do a better job. Can you say "Big tip this time!"?

Now let's say that a there is a person who is ill or in some way handicapped. Via remote signals transmitted from device implanted in a "normal" person, sent to a similarly implanted receiver in the afflicted one that person would be able to experience walking, running, playing whatever game or sport heretofore denied them.

You knew this next one was coming, now didn't you!

There are many guys who claim they want to be castrated, or even penectomized, and not necessarily in a sterile environment and/or an anesthetized state. Hmmmm, alright, then let's hook one of those types to a memory bank that has already recorded a castration. NOW let's see of they really want to go through with it once they've felt the pain. Later, they can feel the after-effects as well...hot flashes, incontinence, embarrassment, sexual frustration, and so on. All this will allow a more informed decision before the chop.

Of course, for those who've already lost their ballsies, peepees, etc, the Good Old Days of sexual gratification, to include the normal sensations of arousal, erection, stimulation, and orgasm may be relived at will. Simply by connect to a live and intact person who's having a bit of fun or to the memory bank of recorded experiences I previously mentioned.

As for your fun-loving Yoli, I'd like to "link" to what a man or woman feels when I, er, entertain him/her in a sexual way. No more asking "Am I doing it right?" I'd already know! I'd like for them to know what I'm tasting and feeling as well.

If I'm performing my usual Tour de force oral ministrations on a guy, then he could be linked to me so he'd know what it's like to give a BJ. That experience would likely result in a more considerate and appreciative man! But, given that I only have sex with one intact male and one eunuch (plus Ash[leigh] and one or two other girls,) and we have each other well-trained, someone else would benefit more from that particular "hook-up".

Don't get me wrong here. I've seen some peepees that made my mouth water, but my first concern is with the person, not the peepee. Ditto for female accoutrements.

Soooo, that's it from THE WORLD OF THE FUTURE!

Love, and sneezes, sad to say.

Yoli

The Mad Scientistette in San Antonio, Transylvania.

This post reminds me of a move that was made back in the 80's, it was called "Brainstorm" and I think it starred Christopher Walken. It was really a good movie, at least I liked it a LOT. I was absolutely caught up with the idea of this "brainstorm" device, allowing precise duplication of a human experience.

If I had such a device, I would REALLY want to know, to really experience life, and especially sexual intercourse as a woman. I know, that is just a shallow, kinky waste of some remarkable machine. After the kinky sexual uses, I thought it would be so neat that a person could get training and education directly through the machine, flight training would suddenly become affordable for poor student pilots. People who wanted to learn surgery could learn directly, performing delicate surgeries like an experienced surgeon. The possibilities are amazing.

Really, if you get the chance, pick up the movie. It might not have the great new special effects and all that, but it was a good movie.

Here it is, I found it on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Brainstorm-Christ ... 174&sr=8-1

Plot Synopsis: Brilliant researchers Lillian Reynolds and Michael Brace have developed a system of recording and playing back actual experiences of people. Once the capability of tapping into "higher brain functions" is added in, and you can literally jump into someone else's head and play back recordings of what he or she was thinking, feeling, seeing, etc., at the time of the recording, the applications for the project quickly spiral out of control. While Michael Brace uses the system to become close again to Karen Brace, his estranged wife who also works on the project, others start abusing it for intense sexual experiences and other logical but morally questionable purposes. The government tries to kick Michael and Lillian off the project once the vast military potential of the technology is discovered. It soon becomes obvious that the government is interested in more than just missile guidance systems. The lab starts producing mind torture recordings and other psychosis inducing material. When one of the researchers dies and tapes the experience of death, Michael is convinced that he must playback this tape to honor the memory of the researcher and to become enlightened. When another researcher dies during playback the tape is locked away and Michael has to fight against his former colleagues and the government lackeys that now run his lab in order to play back and confront the "scariest thing any of us will ever face" - death itself.

how about:

A doctor who refuses to acknowlage the pain of the Orchialgia sufferer, get to know what it feels like to have the feeling of being tortured 24/7.. after a few min of that perhaps we might be treated with the serousness we need, insted of shruged off and made to feel like were mental cases..

DonFL (imported) wrote: Sun Dec 02, 2007 2:14 am how about:

A doctor who refuses to acknowlage the pain of the Orchialgia sufferer, get to know what it feels like to have the feeling of being tortured 24/7.. after a few min of that perhaps we might be treated with the serousness we need, insted of shruged off and made to feel like were mental cases..

THANKYOU! That is a use I had not yet thought of. I have a severe disagreement with the Vetran's Administration, basically, according to them, I am perfectly healthy and ANYTHING wrong with me is NOT "service related." OH how I would deeply love to "share" some of my "perfect health" and NOT "service related" injuries.

Additionally, it would help many doctors get accurate diagnosis on any patient. Even if the doctor did not speak the same language as the patient, perfect communication between the two.

Actually, I had thought of that, and something else. Back in the 70s, I think, they were talking about cyrogenics and freezing suitable organs for later transplant. So, what if my testicles could be removed and frozen. Then if I didn't like being a eunuch, they could be thawed and reattached. I would have loved to have done that in order to experience what it is like to be castrated, to not have any sexual desire, and to be able to see my own genitals with the balls missing.

Somehow, I don't think I would have ever opted to have them reattached. In a way, I can experience most of that today since I am chemically castrated. But I still see myself with balls; I would love to look at myself and see them gone.

Brainstorm was a great movie, It almost never made it to the screen, as Natalie Wood died during the production. A few sceens were filmed using stand ins from the back which is why the end of the film is a little choppy. The director (Doug Trumble), cast and crew were devistaed and almost abandon the film.

The plot is basically what FUBG was tring to discribe, only the sexual component wasn't the core of the piece. Walkin had to experience the recorded experience of the death of his co-worker, which is the climax of the film.

Bro-Bear

Yoli here, but barely.

No, I'm not bare, but barely alive. (Insert violin passage here.)

As earlier mentioned I skipped the Friday night OU pep rallies and drinkathons on the RiverWalk. By Saturday AM I felt 100% and so spent the day downtown in pre-game fun. That evening I reveled in OU's thrashing of Mizzou, thus winning the Big 12 Conference C'ship for the fifth time in eight years.

After we left the Alamo(Ugly)Dome AKA The Dead Armadillo With Feet In The Air we returned to the RiverWalk for more celebration. So far, so good.

We spent the night...well, post-midnight portion, in a suite at a riverside hotel and when I woke up I still felt OK. Had a fabulous brunch with a couple of Bloody Marys, then we headed back to the home place.

By 3PM I began to spiral...and spiral...

That was Sunday afternoon and I'm just now able to take deep breaths without coughing and gagging. My empty little head has finally finished it's dizzy spells, and my sexy tummy has quit muttering threats. I've actually lost four pounds since Sunday, despite trying to keep up a fluid intake of water, GatorAde, and the occasional tea.

I ate nothing from brunch on Sunday until Ash(leigh) made some potato/bacon soup and made me eat some a few moments ago, along with a poached egg and some nine-grain toast. Frankly, my taste buds aren't functioning but I know I needed some nourishment.

Whatever this was, I never want it again!

On a positive note...Alka-Seltzer COLD formula (those fizzy things) has an effect some might find to their liking. When I take it my naughty bits get all sorta "urgent"-feeling...urgent for some TLC. My clitoris actually engorges and my already plump and fat 'lil "Heaven's Gates" (see: Labia Majora) fatten up and even more and get all rosy. Sick or not, I needed release and Ash(leigh) so kindly saw to my need.

I found out about this side-effect a few years ago and since then several of my gal-pals have experienced similar effects. Some of us pop one (in fizzed form!) just for giggles now and then.

Our eunuch friend/lover Barry has tried taking it an hour before fun and games and he says it makes him more needful of orgasm although it also makes him take longer to achieve it. One intact male friend says it made him feel as though someone was pressing on his prostate...I'll never know about that!

That prompted Ash(leigh) to take a closer look at the fine print and ask a few questions. Seems guys who may already have some prostate issues should NOT take the stuff. Hmmmmm.

Well, anyway...I didn't die. I would have had to get better to do so.

On the mend now and grateful for Ash's loving care, both medically and otherwise. Also grateful for caring bosses who have forbidden me to set foot in the office until next Monday at the earliest.

God Bless Us, Every One.

Yoli

Back from the grave

We're glad you're back from the game and from the grave, too. --FLO--

You aren't going to believe this but I actually fooled around with this some years back. In a gross oversimplification of what I was doing, I tried recording magnetic impulses from the brain in the 1 to 30 cycle range, using a pillow with coils, in it on a modified reel to reel tape recorder, and playing them back through the coils to myself. I tried this simply because I wanted to feel what an orgasm feels like to a woman. My then girlfriend was titillated by the idea and eagerly cooperated by having sex with me with her head on the pillow.

Even though I managed to produce a magnetic pickup that could differentiate brain signals from background magnetic disturbance, (Not easy in Los Angeles), the apparatus was too crude, and all analog. I was really flying blind since I do not have a degree in electronics or medicine, but I did manage to give myself a headache and some vaguely pleasurable feelings which made me think that I was on the right track. If I had the time and the money back then I may have come up with something. I understand that there is currently some serious research going on using somewhat the same methods, but I rather doubt that it's being funded because someone has a sexual fantasy.

I would still like to know what an orgasm feels like to a woman.

jeff

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coinflipper_21 (imported) wrote: Thu Dec 06, 2007 5:07 am headache and some vaguely pleasurable feelings.

" That certainly sounds like sex as I remember it. --FLO--