Guys,
While reading PerennialQuestr's recent (soon to be classic) post entitled The Clock Reads 4:48 a.m. it struck me that we ought to have a place where the various odes, poems, lyrics, screenplays and bits of doggerel that have paid tribute to the Aneros are assembled. While I am lobbying for a different section/page of the forum that might become a permanent home, for now I propose this thread as a temporary repository.
To all those that have generated such content in the past, and to all those that will in the future here you have it. By the way, I am not discouraging anyone from generating their own threads to showcase their tributes, as a matter of fact I would strongly encourage everyone to do so as it will allow others the opportunity to respond to it. Thereafter, if you will kindly post your tribute here it will facilitate the transfer to a dedicated section down the line.
Posts can be of any length. Multiple submissions (from a single member) are encouraged. If numerous submissions exist, try to select the best for inclusion here. When posting please make certain to include the title of your work, if it has one. You might also include a link to the original thread that the work appeared in if applicable. Again, this would direct members to a place where they might leave their comments.
I would like to reserve this thread for the content itself.
BF Mayfield
(This poem is a combination of what I have experienced (mini-o's, multi-o's, emotional o's) and have still to experience (super o's). It is dedicated to all of those who are or were jealous to a point of sickness towards women, other forum members with more success, etc. Remember what you can achieve if you just lay back and enjoy the ride (no matter how long it takes) , it's pretty amazing.)
MISTRESS ANEROS
I used to be jealous of women.
And their intense blissful state.
But that was before I found Aneros,
And before it found my prostate.
I would think how could one person,
experience such mind blowing pleasure.
But thanks to the Mistress Aneros,
I know how to take the right measure.
I lube her up properly.
And slide her inside.
My body tenses up.
I'm in for a wild ride.
It starts out slowly,
A tingly sensation.
But I decide to refrain,
From normal masturbation.
The feelings are increasing,
Its becoming more fast.
I hope and I pray,
That these feelings will last.
My body is convulsing.
I'm beginning to sweat.
But I am not finished,
No, not just yet.
Orgasmic bliss hits me.
I gasp and I moan.
I scream and I cry.
Good thing I'm alone.
Colors blend,
And time stands still.
Finally I take her out,
And just lye still.
I am exhausted;
But blissfully so.
With a smile on my face,
To sleep I do go.
*Hope this inspires at least one person.
BF Mayfield,
This is an excellent idea, this is an expansion of an idea [COLOR="Blue"]'artform' and I discussed a short while ago for assembling his ANEROS HAIKU CHAIN. I've gone ahead and created a Community Group titled "ANEROSISMS".
In the initial posting I have included [COLOR="Blue"]'Voyager's "Two Brothers","Hotel Californication" & "Oh Oh Seven (Aneros the Movie)", [COLOR="Blue"]'artform's "ANEROS HAIKU CHAIN", [COLOR="Blue"]'PerennialQuestr's "The Clock Reads 4:48am" and[COLOR="Blue"] 'tomh8505's "Mistress Aneros" There are some related threads which have snippets in a related vein, such as your own THE F-SPOT, Is ANEROS an acronym?, Ideas for Spreading the Word... that might also be of interest to our readers.
I'm sure our readership can come up with some more suggestions that I haven't thought about in a long while.
The Clock Reads 4:48am I lay down around midnight.
Master Time decided to leave me by my lonesome for a bit; he tipped his hat and sneaked out the door.
Goddess, what bliss. After a session like that, who still looks for the Super-O to come calling?
Huh. My hand shakes. What do you know?
A pillow befriended my face, lest I wake those in eternal slumber.
Near the end, it felt like it tickled my lungs. How did a piece of plastic grow two feet in length?
It also felt about as big around as my heart, and I can't explain that, either. Magic?
I didn't weep, not quite, but my eyes watered and I almost burst into a fit of tuneless humming.
Wonder of wonders, beauty never ceases to amaze me.
Mistress Peridise, I love you.
-PQ
EDIT: I forgot to add the link to the original thread. I've placed it in the title.
Excerpt from the thread (with some minor long overdue edits): This is my fucking poem
This is my fucking poem
This is my fucking poem,
A fucking poem
Which is most definitely about fucking.
I fucked and I fucked and I fucked and I fucked
And I fucked an entire lifetime of fucking.
But more, the world's absolute best lifetime of fucking.
On one Aneros, one 3/4 of a joint and two slightest touch pads
What did all this amount to?
Well, first, of course a fucking poem.
Which is what this is.
About the revelations of orgasmic experience
Crashing absolutely beautifully across me
Each one an entire lifetime of beauty
In one particular unbelievable fuck
Of gorgoeus encompassing empowering
Soul swamping
Orgasm of orgasm of orgasm of orgasm
Of my body down there being attached
To the carbon and methane
Suckingest suck of energy resources
Into one particular instance of a fuck
With one particular person from my accumulated
Never as yet known overwhelmingly powerful
Need to have these very fucks
When my genitals blossomed into the
Entire women's world of combined
Absolute pussy shaking
Aneros dancing
Worlds of my worlds
Crashing over me
And now a different revelatory angle
Of incredibly applied
Absolutely perfectly
And life consummatingly
Pressures on THE parts of
My physical soul that
Needed to be
Fucked and Fucked and Fucked and Fucked and Fucked and Fucked.
Forever
By Darwin in Super Orgasm for real first heaven
THERE's More
I can definitely say that I never
Knew what fucking was
Before I had this fuck.
Its depths of fucking
Were not to
Be stopped.
I really got fucked.
My body changing into
Every possible posture
Of fucking and being fucked
Of every angle of perfection
Of fucking.
My body became my body
In different guises and life
Histories. Each and every
one arising from the
imaginitative
power of deepest
fucking of fuck.
Each angle being an
entire history
of fucking like that.
That I experienced in
my body.
Whose genitals melded
with wonderous welding
of pleasure of 360 degrees
of penis and vagina
the fucked and the fucker
combining in perfect
shared sexual experience
of fucking ones soul
The definite end for now.
Darwin
(cross-posted to My First Super-O, for posterity)
Oh my! I wonder what Walt Whitman would have rhapsodized if there had been an internet in his day!
"Is this then a touch? quivering me to a new identity,
Flames and ether making a rush for my veins,
Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them,
My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly
different from myself,
On all sides prurient provokers stiffening my limbs,
Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip,
Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial,
Depriving me of my best as for a purpose,
Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist,
Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture-fields,
Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away,
They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the edges of me,
No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my anger,
Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while,
Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.The sentries desert every other part of me,
They have left me helpless to a red marauder,
They all come to the headland to witness and assist against me.I am given up by traitors,
I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the
greatest traitor,
I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.You villain touch! what are you doing? my breath is tight in its throat,
Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me."
From Shakespeare's Henry V, 1598:
KING HENRY V:
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Pele's Avatar
a tingle just crept up my spine like warm water swallowing my being:
the aftermath of volcanic release, only it had rained honey instead of ash.
i lay supine, shivering, shuddering, hissing in the deliciousness of it.
little rivulets fell from my cock, my stomach became a hillside,
curves and dew and strong earth bound and waiting.
nipples all aglow, each the ruler of its own universe of wonderful
of wow of whimper-inducing pleasure.
my legs spread apart, wriggling and sliding along the bed, tense then loose
then taut then floating somewhere atop everest's cloudy halo.
sharing one almost-self, one nigh-corporeal essence with the rest of me,
splayed and pierced and begging for the agonizing ecstasy to drip, flow,
flow, please, please wash over me entirely.
one hand curled up upon itself, fingers seeking to establish some shred
of anchor in this liquid cosmos of indiscernible, undetermined shapes
given hint of form through paroxysm, through penetration, through the pristine.
another hand turned savior, leaped up to form a flesh-and-bone roof over my gaping mouth,
with tongue fluttering, dancing in rapid breath;
desperate oh-oh-ohs in triple-time, each yanked out by some demonic angler impatient for the shore.
then the release, the cataclysm, the end of ends that promises renewal, body made into one purpose
one non-thought one star caught in the telescope, flicker fade flicker, explode.
i give birth to everything, i have involved all in the ardent fire of my love.
...
indeed, the goddess lives, and for a moment, i was She.
-PQ
(Link contained in the title)
V World. In the beginning.
Many years ago no matter how long precicely V World comes into being.
Not a big event by any means in the life of the Cosmos.
Just another small shining object to join the myriad millions already existing.
It is thought that the Cosmos is the result of a Big Bang.
V World was caused by a small bang.
The coming together of two heavenly bodies that danced in unison for a period time.
V World grew slowly from small particles of matter.
As it grew and developed some lands became close and others drifted apart.
There are many lands to be considered here.
Headland, Heartland and so on.
We will hear more of them later.
In Headland Brain resides, one of the more important enteties in V World.
Brain likes to think that he is in charge of everything but this is not always the case.
He can speed up and slow down the air supply but he has very little power in Heartland.
Brain also likes to think that he knows everything and hates being suprised.
Brain is astounded one day when he recieves a message from Prostate claiming that
Brain and Prostate are related.
Brothers in fact !
Two Brothers.
Having used an Aneros for a few times I now have a small understand
of the "Rewiring '" process.
I have made up a short story so I can put it in easy terms for myself to understand.
I hope other new users will find it useful.
Two Brothers
Imagine the folowing.
Brain is working in his office. A busy day as usual.
His phone rings.
B. "Hello Brain here, can I help"
P. "Hello Brain, this is Prostate here".
B. "Who"
P. " Prostate. You do not know me but I am your brother".
Stunned silence from Brain.
P. " Hello, are you ok"
B. " I do not have a brother"
P. " I can understand your suprise but it is true"
B. "Please explain".
P. "We were seperated at birth".
B. 'Why has nobody told me of your existance before ?"
P. " I am the black sheep of the family."
B. " Where are you now".
P. " I am in Rectumland"
B. "Rectumland ! Thats the Dark Continent, unexplored and full of strange things"
P. "It is not that bad. Not as posh as Headland. You have done well for yourself there"
B. " Yes I have done well. Why contact me after all these years ? Are you in trouble. Do you want something"
P. No I am ok. I have tried to contact you many times before but could never find your details".
B. " What happened ?"
P. "There was a visitor yesterday. A Mr. Helix Aneros, He gave me your details."
B. "Dont know the man"
P." Well he knew of you. I decieded to call as we are not getting any younger."
Brain is now confused. He has a voice on the phone claiming to be his brother in the dark continent.
Brain is not sure what to make of it all.
Is it good news or bad news ?
P. "I realise this must be a bit of a shock to you.
I will hang up now and give you a call tomorrow."
B. "Yes ok. I need to do some reserch this end. Make sure you are for real.
P. "Yes fine , by all means. Talk again tomorrow.Bye for now"
Here's an old chestnut from the Spreading the Word thread, by this old nutter:
I Love Aneros Wandering
I love to go a-wandering,
climb, grunt and growl and push.
And as I go, I love to sing;
"Aneros up my tush!"
Ecstasy! Eupho Rah!
Climbing free! O-Zone Hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!
Ecstasy! Eupho Rah!
Aneros up my tush!
I love to go a-wandering,
through sun and mountain's mist.
And as I go, I love to sing
"Aneros prostate kiss'd!"
Ecstasy! Eupho Rah!
Climbing free! O-Zone Hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!
Ecstasy! Eupho Rah!
Aneros prostate kiss'd!
(feel free to contribute more verses...)
Now the post above of I Love Aneros Wandering was an early entry in developing a SongBook for the proposed Aneros Ecstatic Male Choir, who, while singing conventionally through their North Face vocal chords, also are developing the great talent championed by Le Pétomane, vocalizing through their newly trained and compliant anorectal South Face vocal chords!!!
Therefore, herewith:
[COLOR="red"]The Aneros Ecstatic Male Chorus SongBook
1. I Love Aneros Wandering
I love to go a-wandering,
climb, grunt and growl and push.
And as I go, I love to sing;
"Aneros up my tush!"
Ecstasy! Eupho Rah!
Climbing free! O-Zone Hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!
Ecstasy! Eupho Rah!
Aneros up my tush!
I love to go a-wandering,
through sun and mountain's mist.
And as I go, I love to sing
"Aneros prostate kiss'd!"
Ecstasy! Eupho Rah!
Climbing free! O-Zone Hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!
Ecstasy! Eupho Rah!
Aneros prostate kiss'd!
(feel free to contribute more verses... I'll happily paste them in here too!)
2. The New Moon Light Bay
We are sailing along,
the Alimentary Canal,
as we sing love's sweet new song
on Moon Light Bay
ICE, you've captured my heart
Let's stroke away
as we pump up over the hump
the energies say
Super-Os and Beyond...
are here to stay
as we hum and buzz and fly and float and surf and sail
our Moon Light Boat
UP, through the Multiverse!..., and down through the moat
back to Moon Light Bay... hhmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm
We are sailing along,
the Alimentary Canal....,
as we sing love's sweet new song
on Moon Light Bay
We are sailing along
on Moon Light Bay
Listen inner voices humming
They seem to say
ICE, you've stolen my heart,
whether straight or gay
as we sing love's sweet new song
on Moon Light Bay
We are sailing along,
the Alimentary Canal....,
as we sing love's sweet new song
on Moon Light Bay
Here's my humble offering:
I like that feeling
I like that feeling
And now I have it
Off to my room
And hungrily unwrap it
Off to my drawer
And slowly insert it.
Wonderful feelings
And I can’t stop it.
Wave after wave
Maxes me out and I love it
Knocking me sideways
And I almost can’t stand it
Off up to heights
Of pure bliss and pleasure
Coming down slow
But something is wooing me
Taking me higher
Now what can that be?
Something is stirring
With potential to thrill me
Too late now, can’t stop
It’s really really got me
And off I go again
Shooting out something I know not
And again I’m surprised
And it seems I know not
What is to become of this body?
Pulled this way & that way
And decidedly carnal
But instantly celestial
Something’s a’ rumbling
In my life once terrestrial
Now I’m flying
Over all points, the best of all
I’ve never experienced
But coming down to pleasure
That kept me and given me
A run for my honey.
And given me and takes me
To planes not bought
With money, where I am indeed
Indebted and grateful.
There once was a guy who was miserable.
He never knew his prostate
could be pleasureable.
One day quite by chance
he let Aneros Eupho dance.
And from that day on
he never felt terrible.
I will go on a journey today
I will go on a journey today
A journey to somewhere deep inside
A place where, some think,
Is deep & dark & forlorn
But I know can be heaven
Turned inside out
And appealing to me
In its ardent form
Reaches out, with fingers
To enlighten me.
I'm going on a journey today
To reach heaven's inward shore
To take stock of its delights therein
And count the bars of solid gold.
I'm going on a journey today
Past all references old and creaky
To a place of life
That charms me with its cuteness and coyness
To give plenty in terms of wealth and gold.