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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010 |
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Originally, I had thought these images were some sort of fantasy. This is due to some of the research that I had done about myself. The books basically implied that I had no love or interest in these type of events, so I thought that these thoughts were fantasies of mine. Since my first recollection of these images I have come to the conclusion that they were indeed real. 1st Memory: Margret and I are at a formal party. There is formal dance, an orchestra, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling which was very high. The room in which the party was held was very elegantly decorated. The event happened during the early Fall of 1917. I am dressed in formal black tux and tails. I believe I look very nice. Margret is wearing a gold colored evening gown that sparkles. I think the dress is covered with beads that reflect the light. Her hair is up and I think she has something in it that matches the dress she is wearing. She looks beautiful. I can often see flashes of us dancing around the room together. She moved gracefully and seemed to float across the floor with me like a heavenly angel. I believe we waltzed together during this party. I think I may have been a fair dancer also. Whenever I hear waltz music now I think of dancing with Margret and I did not realize that I actually got the chance to do that with her. 2nd Memory: Another formal party memory. I am dressed in formal black tux and tails with white tie and once again I think I look rather good. I often get the impression that I am also wearing some kind of sash across my chest, but I am unsure of that. The room is fantastic with high ceilings, chandeliers, gaudy to fancy wall decor and everyone is dressed very nicely. There is an orchestra playing and many people are dancing and milling about. The champagne and liquor is flowing rather well too, and I think I am rather tipsy. I'm standing on an L shaped stairway with three ladies. I seem to be the center of all their attention. They are all attractive at least to a man that is rather picky about the women he dates and is slightly drunk. They are standing rather close and flirting with me. Much to my surprise one of the three ladies takes a firm grasp upon my crotch and starts massaging the area much to my semi drunken delight. I find myself standing there while she is doing that to me and I seem to have my arm around another woman and I am fondling her bottom. One of these three women is wearing a very pretty red dress. I remember turning on the corner spot of the stairway to face the downwards direction with my hand still on the woman's butt and up came the stairs came a very beautiful but angry and disgusted Margret Voss! She was dressed in a midnight blue gown with satin roses and beads on it. The dress sparkled and her hair was worn up with a diamond or rhinestone tiara in it. If looks could kill, I would have been a dead man. I lost all sense of the other women standing next to me. There was only Margret. It was that moment that I actually realized that I was still fondling the one woman's bottom and stopped immediately. I am unsure what happened with the woman that was massaging my groin. I think I felt that sinking "Oh Shit" feeling inside as she climbed gracefully up the stairs with her rather irritated green eyes locked onto mine. I am unsure what happened with the three women, but I think they saw the expression on my face and the expression on her face, and I think they realized that it was time to back off. Margret walked up close to me and said, "Put your dick back in your pants and come with me." (There may be a chance that the one lady was doing more than just massaging me.) I think she was really angry and embarrassed with me. I did what I was told and left with Margret. I am pretty sure that Margret got to punish me for that really stupid mistake. |
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