Animals (ALL LADIES READ)
this is something I wrote, and I am rather interested to know your views on it (especially if you're female).
Animals
I am a journalist, I report facts and little else. As such, my name is of no importance. However, I am permitted, between the monotonous reporting of statistics and general proceedings, to study and transcribe the ideas and philosophies of great men. One such occasion occured, quite surprisingly, in the winter of 2005 (it is currently the summer) when I was stood on the waterfronts of Aberdeen. The cold sea air was simultaneously biting and breathtaking - it was early, that time of morning when the dew from the previous night's rain hung off every object in perfectly formed droplets. I was relaxing, contemplating the difference between Schopenhauer's 'Will' and Nietzsche's 'Will to Power', when out of the corner of my eye, an eldery gentleman caught my attention. He was slight of frame, yet had an an almost imposing presence; I was sure I recognised his face.
It turns out, I did recognise his face; he was Renoir De Courcy; legendary writer, archaeologist, explorer, philosopher and thinker. One of the brightest minds of the past century, his was a reputation above reproach. I was lucky enough to charm him during our brief mileu on the waterfront, and he invited me for Sunday lunch at his cottage some way down the coast. I took the bus (I loathe driving) and arrived on a surprisingly balmy Sunday evening - his garden was peaceful, and as we sat and ate a delicious roast cooked by his daughter, we discussed some of his adventures. One, in particular, vexed me to no end. I was wise enough to take a tape-recorder, so the following is Renoir De Courcy's story, as dictated by him and transcribed by me so that you, dear reader, can share my experience.
"Now I will tell you of woman. She is a strange creature, both infallible and yet utterly weak and fragile. They may claim to be seeking a kind of equality, a level pedestal with Man, but they are the fairer sex in both name and nature, and wish to be treated as such. I am reminded of the time, many years ago, when I came to realise this. I was visiting England. I stayed in the Kensington residence of one of my father's associates (a Dr. Thomas Stein), it was quite a stately place; the room he let me was adequately decorated. The bookshelf was lined with the works of the great men, Nietzsche, Hobbes, Wittgenstein. There was a theme I sensed, and it rang true when, after reading some Nietzsche, I approached Dr. Stein and engaged him in conversation about the nature of inter-relationships between human beings and how they may be governed by the Will To Power. He told me that all relationships were governed by the Will To Power, and that any expression of action is a direct result of our Will To Power.
I found this quite far-fetched, questioning that surely the romantic relationships we engage in cannot be governed by such a drive? It must surely be a desire for a joint passion! I was quickly admonished. He explained that when he first met his wife, Jessica (a lady of beauty), his first actions were direct and overt sexual advances. He made no qualms about his actions, and forced himself on her. I was surprised to find that even though she originally found this uncomfortable, she eventually submitted willingly. And since that day, the now Mrs. Stein has never even so much as glanced at another man with a hint of lust in her eyes. Proof-positive that women, more than anything, desire to be dominated. I could not abide by such talk! I tried in vain to explain to him that romance must blossom, there must be friendship and only then can both people commit to each other sexually. He laughed, then told me something I have never forgotten, it is the greatest truism when dealing with women:
"When dealing with women, dearest Renoir, the only course of action is a direct one. There is no sense walking along the cliffs and gazing at the sea, nothing is concrete with this path, there are many directions she could take if the feeling strikes her so. No. You must push her to the edge of the cliff, so she has but two options; to go with you, or to jump over the edge. You will find that, more often than not, woman lacks the courage, the Will, to jump."
This was a most perturbing viewpoint. Dr. Stein explained it to me that it is your WILL that the woman is drawn to. He said that the female Lion is held down and penetrated by the alpha male. There is no option for her, she must either accept him or leave (leaving in the animal kingdom being a much more drastic situation than in ours). This is an expression of the male's Will To Power. He exerts his desires (sexual intercourse) onto the woman, and she accepts it. I asked of her Will To Power, and Dr. Stein said that if she wanted the male, she would embrace him and allow him to dominate her, but if she did not want him, the expression of her Will To Power would be (to use his previous example) to jump off the cliff. A strong woman (he said there are a few of these creatures) will not bend to the Will of another. However, he then pointed out that which I said at the beginning of this tale, women are weak - and consequently there are few females that would jump.
He insisted I try it for myself, saying there was nothing like empirical facts to solidify ones claim. So, I set about doing just that on a Saturday Night. I was down at a tavern in Knightsbridge when I chanced upon a voluptuous beauty named Ann. She seemed slightly innocent, but was far far more radiant than I (I was never more than average, even in my youth). I began talking to her, using my tongue to coax her into security. I suggested we took a walk, she agreed. As we traversed the nearly empty streets of London, I held her hand. The look of puzzlement on her face did not deter me, I recalled Dr. Stein's words. As we sat by a bench, I placed my hand on her shoulder, then picked her up and moved her onto my lap. She tried to move away but I jovially restrained her and cracked wise about the state of British politics. My tactility did seem unwanted, but she did not push me away. So I took it a step further, kissing her. She resisted, but I held her close and in such a way that should she reject me, the people on the street (there were a few people on the street) would have thought her a most ungainly wench.
This worked to my advantage, she did resist slightly at first, but eventually relented to my kiss. This was a most bizarre scenario for me, but I was certainly enjoying the thrill of the conquest. My Will To Power had overwhelmed her, she was now a timid little cat in my lap, and to that end I decided to stroke her. My hand went up her smooth thighs, she tried to stop me but I pressed onwards, she tried to move away now but I grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed my finger inside her. I boasted of my technique, and then began to show her. She was uncomfortable at first, but again, she could not match my Will, and soon enough her biological urges took over. Stimulation is, after all, stimulation. Intent is not factored into the natural process. After frigging her to a climax, I withdrew my fingers and wiped them on her dress, she seemed disgusted at this, and attempted to leave again. I let her go this time, but got up and walked after her, I chased her into backstreet, the kind people don't go down often. During all the frigging, I had become rather excited myself, nature is nature. I forced her hand onto my phallus, still sheathed within my trousers. She seemed uncomfortable handling an object of that size, however this did not deter me, I unsheathed it and forced her hands onto it.
I took her by the wrists and began moving her hands up and down my shaft, soon the rhythm entered her and she began to service it willingly. I felt a great sense of achievement, but of course this was not the ultimate goal. I pondered entering her mouth, but decided that would be a step sidewards, so I pushed her against the wall and began to lift her dress. She resisted, again, only this time it was more playful, jovial. She would slap my hands away and then chuckle. I persisted, it had become a game. I could feel her breath, it was warm. She was ready, she wanted it, now she was merely keeping up apperances (or maintaining One Last Stand). I parted her thighs and pushed myself inside of her, she squirmed uncomfortably at first, resisting me. But as always, I continued. I covered her mouth, lest a scream accidentally escape, and began to slowly Fuck Her. She was soon enjoying it, wanting more, her arms wrapped around me to indicate this. She was done resisting, she had been crippled by my Will To Power. She did not have enough of her own to truly 'jump' and as such as mine for the taking. I penetrated her until I climaxed, withdrawing I sent her on her way. She asked when she could see me again, I chuckled and walked away, keeping a note of her address should I wish any further adventures.
I am aware, my friend, that you will no doubt believe that I am merely speaking of something that was only the case in an era long since dead. I have watched women become more and more powerful in society, I have watched men give up their right to express their Will To Power but let me tell you this. Nothing has changed. Perhaps now 2 out of 10 women will jump (instead of 1) but the majority of women are weak, and will submit themselves to a male with enough courage to exert his Will To Power on them. The Japanese women understand this, they are the only females to embrace their role in society as truly submissive. They have an event known as the Rape Fantasy. This is where the man will rape them, force himself on them, and then midway through the act the woman will accept him and truly savour the sexual relationship. This is a representation, a recreation, a staging, of the true nature of sexual discourse. Women exist to be dominated.
It may surprise you to learn, after hearing that tale, that I am not a Rapist. I have never forced myself on a woman who did not desire it. If they got up and walked away, I respect their Will To Power was greater than the limits I wish to reach. However, Dr. Stein had no limits, he pushed the idea to its logical conclusion a few years later when he raped a wealthy heiress. I wish I could condemn his actions, but he was simply exercising the Will To Power. In fact, he is a braver man than I. It is merely cowardice that prevents me from becoming a rapist an exercising my Will To Power on everyone. For, why should I accept her Will to be stronger than mine? If I am true to myself, then if I desire something I should take it. That is the natural state of animals, and we are, my young friend, nought but animals."
After hearing this story, I left Renoir De Courcy's home and returned to Aberdeen. There I sat, and pondered whether this is truly the nature of sexual discourse between man and woman. Whether women truly do desire to be dominated, and if men truly desire to dominate, why do we stop short of rape? Logically that makes no sense. And we are all slaves to logic. This would certainly explain how the so-called "bad boys" are more successful when it comes to inter-relationships - but at what cost? My journalistic nature is blocking my every desire to put forth my own opinion, so I shall end this arti
cle with a most important question. It is for my female readers, and I would appreciate if you answer honestly; my question is: Would You Jump?
-For Victoria Stafford
Animals
I am a journalist, I report facts and little else. As such, my name is of no importance. However, I am permitted, between the monotonous reporting of statistics and general proceedings, to study and transcribe the ideas and philosophies of great men. One such occasion occured, quite surprisingly, in the winter of 2005 (it is currently the summer) when I was stood on the waterfronts of Aberdeen. The cold sea air was simultaneously biting and breathtaking - it was early, that time of morning when the dew from the previous night's rain hung off every object in perfectly formed droplets. I was relaxing, contemplating the difference between Schopenhauer's 'Will' and Nietzsche's 'Will to Power', when out of the corner of my eye, an eldery gentleman caught my attention. He was slight of frame, yet had an an almost imposing presence; I was sure I recognised his face.
It turns out, I did recognise his face; he was Renoir De Courcy; legendary writer, archaeologist, explorer, philosopher and thinker. One of the brightest minds of the past century, his was a reputation above reproach. I was lucky enough to charm him during our brief mileu on the waterfront, and he invited me for Sunday lunch at his cottage some way down the coast. I took the bus (I loathe driving) and arrived on a surprisingly balmy Sunday evening - his garden was peaceful, and as we sat and ate a delicious roast cooked by his daughter, we discussed some of his adventures. One, in particular, vexed me to no end. I was wise enough to take a tape-recorder, so the following is Renoir De Courcy's story, as dictated by him and transcribed by me so that you, dear reader, can share my experience.
"Now I will tell you of woman. She is a strange creature, both infallible and yet utterly weak and fragile. They may claim to be seeking a kind of equality, a level pedestal with Man, but they are the fairer sex in both name and nature, and wish to be treated as such. I am reminded of the time, many years ago, when I came to realise this. I was visiting England. I stayed in the Kensington residence of one of my father's associates (a Dr. Thomas Stein), it was quite a stately place; the room he let me was adequately decorated. The bookshelf was lined with the works of the great men, Nietzsche, Hobbes, Wittgenstein. There was a theme I sensed, and it rang true when, after reading some Nietzsche, I approached Dr. Stein and engaged him in conversation about the nature of inter-relationships between human beings and how they may be governed by the Will To Power. He told me that all relationships were governed by the Will To Power, and that any expression of action is a direct result of our Will To Power.
I found this quite far-fetched, questioning that surely the romantic relationships we engage in cannot be governed by such a drive? It must surely be a desire for a joint passion! I was quickly admonished. He explained that when he first met his wife, Jessica (a lady of beauty), his first actions were direct and overt sexual advances. He made no qualms about his actions, and forced himself on her. I was surprised to find that even though she originally found this uncomfortable, she eventually submitted willingly. And since that day, the now Mrs. Stein has never even so much as glanced at another man with a hint of lust in her eyes. Proof-positive that women, more than anything, desire to be dominated. I could not abide by such talk! I tried in vain to explain to him that romance must blossom, there must be friendship and only then can both people commit to each other sexually. He laughed, then told me something I have never forgotten, it is the greatest truism when dealing with women:
"When dealing with women, dearest Renoir, the only course of action is a direct one. There is no sense walking along the cliffs and gazing at the sea, nothing is concrete with this path, there are many directions she could take if the feeling strikes her so. No. You must push her to the edge of the cliff, so she has but two options; to go with you, or to jump over the edge. You will find that, more often than not, woman lacks the courage, the Will, to jump."
This was a most perturbing viewpoint. Dr. Stein explained it to me that it is your WILL that the woman is drawn to. He said that the female Lion is held down and penetrated by the alpha male. There is no option for her, she must either accept him or leave (leaving in the animal kingdom being a much more drastic situation than in ours). This is an expression of the male's Will To Power. He exerts his desires (sexual intercourse) onto the woman, and she accepts it. I asked of her Will To Power, and Dr. Stein said that if she wanted the male, she would embrace him and allow him to dominate her, but if she did not want him, the expression of her Will To Power would be (to use his previous example) to jump off the cliff. A strong woman (he said there are a few of these creatures) will not bend to the Will of another. However, he then pointed out that which I said at the beginning of this tale, women are weak - and consequently there are few females that would jump.
He insisted I try it for myself, saying there was nothing like empirical facts to solidify ones claim. So, I set about doing just that on a Saturday Night. I was down at a tavern in Knightsbridge when I chanced upon a voluptuous beauty named Ann. She seemed slightly innocent, but was far far more radiant than I (I was never more than average, even in my youth). I began talking to her, using my tongue to coax her into security. I suggested we took a walk, she agreed. As we traversed the nearly empty streets of London, I held her hand. The look of puzzlement on her face did not deter me, I recalled Dr. Stein's words. As we sat by a bench, I placed my hand on her shoulder, then picked her up and moved her onto my lap. She tried to move away but I jovially restrained her and cracked wise about the state of British politics. My tactility did seem unwanted, but she did not push me away. So I took it a step further, kissing her. She resisted, but I held her close and in such a way that should she reject me, the people on the street (there were a few people on the street) would have thought her a most ungainly wench.
This worked to my advantage, she did resist slightly at first, but eventually relented to my kiss. This was a most bizarre scenario for me, but I was certainly enjoying the thrill of the conquest. My Will To Power had overwhelmed her, she was now a timid little cat in my lap, and to that end I decided to stroke her. My hand went up her smooth thighs, she tried to stop me but I pressed onwards, she tried to move away now but I grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed my finger inside her. I boasted of my technique, and then began to show her. She was uncomfortable at first, but again, she could not match my Will, and soon enough her biological urges took over. Stimulation is, after all, stimulation. Intent is not factored into the natural process. After frigging her to a climax, I withdrew my fingers and wiped them on her dress, she seemed disgusted at this, and attempted to leave again. I let her go this time, but got up and walked after her, I chased her into backstreet, the kind people don't go down often. During all the frigging, I had become rather excited myself, nature is nature. I forced her hand onto my phallus, still sheathed within my trousers. She seemed uncomfortable handling an object of that size, however this did not deter me, I unsheathed it and forced her hands onto it.
I took her by the wrists and began moving her hands up and down my shaft, soon the rhythm entered her and she began to service it willingly. I felt a great sense of achievement, but of course this was not the ultimate goal. I pondered entering her mouth, but decided that would be a step sidewards, so I pushed her against the wall and began to lift her dress. She resisted, again, only this time it was more playful, jovial. She would slap my hands away and then chuckle. I persisted, it had become a game. I could feel her breath, it was warm. She was ready, she wanted it, now she was merely keeping up apperances (or maintaining One Last Stand). I parted her thighs and pushed myself inside of her, she squirmed uncomfortably at first, resisting me. But as always, I continued. I covered her mouth, lest a scream accidentally escape, and began to slowly Fuck Her. She was soon enjoying it, wanting more, her arms wrapped around me to indicate this. She was done resisting, she had been crippled by my Will To Power. She did not have enough of her own to truly 'jump' and as such as mine for the taking. I penetrated her until I climaxed, withdrawing I sent her on her way. She asked when she could see me again, I chuckled and walked away, keeping a note of her address should I wish any further adventures.
I am aware, my friend, that you will no doubt believe that I am merely speaking of something that was only the case in an era long since dead. I have watched women become more and more powerful in society, I have watched men give up their right to express their Will To Power but let me tell you this. Nothing has changed. Perhaps now 2 out of 10 women will jump (instead of 1) but the majority of women are weak, and will submit themselves to a male with enough courage to exert his Will To Power on them. The Japanese women understand this, they are the only females to embrace their role in society as truly submissive. They have an event known as the Rape Fantasy. This is where the man will rape them, force himself on them, and then midway through the act the woman will accept him and truly savour the sexual relationship. This is a representation, a recreation, a staging, of the true nature of sexual discourse. Women exist to be dominated.
It may surprise you to learn, after hearing that tale, that I am not a Rapist. I have never forced myself on a woman who did not desire it. If they got up and walked away, I respect their Will To Power was greater than the limits I wish to reach. However, Dr. Stein had no limits, he pushed the idea to its logical conclusion a few years later when he raped a wealthy heiress. I wish I could condemn his actions, but he was simply exercising the Will To Power. In fact, he is a braver man than I. It is merely cowardice that prevents me from becoming a rapist an exercising my Will To Power on everyone. For, why should I accept her Will to be stronger than mine? If I am true to myself, then if I desire something I should take it. That is the natural state of animals, and we are, my young friend, nought but animals."
After hearing this story, I left Renoir De Courcy's home and returned to Aberdeen. There I sat, and pondered whether this is truly the nature of sexual discourse between man and woman. Whether women truly do desire to be dominated, and if men truly desire to dominate, why do we stop short of rape? Logically that makes no sense. And we are all slaves to logic. This would certainly explain how the so-called "bad boys" are more successful when it comes to inter-relationships - but at what cost? My journalistic nature is blocking my every desire to put forth my own opinion, so I shall end this arti
cle with a most important question. It is for my female readers, and I would appreciate if you answer honestly; my question is: Would You Jump?
-For Victoria Stafford