Nazis Like Rush Limbaugh

Rush Limbaugh seems to be missing the facts in his assertions about Barack Obama being a Nazi. The definitions fo who and what the Nazis were, tend to point right back toward the RNC and Rush himself.

Nazism, known officially in German as National Socialism
(German: Nationalsozialismus), refers to the totalitarian ideology and practices of the Nazi Party or National Socialist German Workers’ Party under Adolf Hitler, and the policies adopted by the dictatorial government of Nazi Germany from 1933 to 1945.
Nazism is often considered by scholars to be a form of fascism. While it incorporated elements from both left and right-wing politics, the Nazis formed most of their alliances on the right. The Nazis were one of several historical groups that used the term National Socialism to describe themselves, and in the 1920s they became the largest such group. The Nazi Party presented its program in the 25 point National Socialist Program in 1920. Among the key elements of Nazism were anti-parliamentarism, Pan-Germanism, racism, collectivism, eugenics, antisemitism, anti-communism, totalitarianism and opposition to economic liberalism and political liberalism.

Anti Liberalism Rush!

In both popular thought and academic scholarship, Nazism is generally considered a form of fascism – a term whose definition is contentious. Both fascism and Nazism reject ideologies like democracy, liberalism and Marxism, but it is difficult to identify a perfect definition of the two terms. According to most scholars of fascism, there are both left and right influences on the ideology; it has historically attacked communism, conservatism and parliamentary liberalism, attracting support primarily from the far right.

Right...not Left Rush!

Nazi rationale invested heavily in the militarist belief that great nations grow from military power and maintained order, which in turn grow “naturally” from “rational, civilized cultures”. The Nazi Party appealed to German nationalists and national pride, capitalizing on irredentist and revanchist sentiments as well as aversions to various aspects of modernist thinking (although at the same time embracing other modernist ideas, such as admiration for engine power). Many ethnic Germans felt deeply committed to the goal of creating the Greater Germany (the old dream to include German-speaking Austria), which some believe required the use of military force to achieve.

Heavy to accuse others of being un-patriotic!

Sound Familiar Rush???

Horny Superman

He's got X-Ray Vision!

He can sneak a peak any time he wants!

Is it possible that the Superheroines are donning lead lined panties these days!

If I had x-ray vision, I would sooooo take advantage of looking all the time.

Superheroines have awesome bodies, who wouldn't?

Am I wrong?????

The Hulk - Dedicated and helped created by Tania

Professor Alexander was understandably troubled. His son Kevin had become insatiable and filled with an uncontrollable sex drive that had him attacking local women to satisfy his growing urges. “If only I could develop a treatment to remove the harmful urges, and leave the more tender nature of love unaltered”. The professors hopes stemmed from a desire to one day have an heir worthy to pass on the family fortune. His son Kevin would need serious attitude changes to even be considered, but a grandson to be raised and nurtured into a fine upstanding member of society would be a crowning achievement. Kevin had always been trouble, but despite all the hardships he had created on his father, he was still his son.
Hormone balance was the key to controlling the rage within his son. “If I can control the rage, I can stop the attacks, and give my son the opportunity to live to his full potential”. The thoughts raced through his mind and caused him countless nightmares. Years of using his money and social influence to keep his son out of jail had made the brilliant scientist old and gray before his time. After the death of Kevin’s mother, the professor became somewhat of a recluse. Making the necessary appearances at local charity balls and political fundraisers was however essential in keeping up appearances. He needed to keep his connections intact, to continue having influence to quiet the reports of his son’s attacks. The professor had only one confidante he felt he could trust. About a year ago he had posted an opening for a servant to help keep the house in order. After careful consideration and time, he settled on a beautiful Asian woman. She was overly discrete and performed her duties admirably without question. This allowed the professor to work undisturbed on a project that, if made public knowledge, could ruin him forever. As time passed the Asian beauty began to assist the professor in some of his smaller experiments. The lovely servant had a small delicate voice which was soothing to the ears. She walked gracefully to the professors’ side, placed her hand on his shoulder and said “I have finished my assignments professor. Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything at all”!
Her words smoothed out the wrinkles in the professors thought process. Problems subsided as her looked to the beautiful assistant and for the first time, saw and acknowledged the beauty before him. “Anything at all”, she again stated as she leaned forward and placed both hands to the professors chest. The professor felt slightly intoxicated. His heart beat fast as he moved his arms around the lovely curves of his assistants’ body. The beauty leaned in close. Her lips mere centimeters from the professors she whispers, “Anything at all”. Their first kiss weakened the professors’ pain to the point of non-existence. His actions became controlled by pure lust, rather than thought, the professor threw the assistant down onto the floor and ripped at her silk blouse till it was left tattered beside her lusciousness. The Asian assistant made no effort to stop his moves. The professor tore at his lab coat and clothing wildly. He stood over her fully exposed, and motioned for her to satisfy him orally. The young beauty rose obediently to her knees and did as she was instructed. Slow careful movements became faster and faster as the professors blood raced in delicious excitement. The Asian maid performed admirably and brought the professor to a brilliant climax which was broken by a piercing sting in his backside. Feeling as though he was about to pass out the professor reached around to find the source of the sharp pain, to find nothing. The beautiful Asian beauty stood to face the professor. With one hand she wiped the remnants of the professors’ release from her lips. In the other hand, a small hypodermic syringe expelled of its contents. An evil smile formed on the young beauty’s’ face as the darkness of unconsciousness fell upon him.
“I shall be a submissive bitch no longer” states the Asian beauty, as she kicks at the professors’ side. “I have labored like a slave, for a mere pittance, while you lavishly live on riches”, she says as she again kicks at the professors’ helpless body. “I will be a slave no more, and with the potion I have given you, I will take control of your fortunes and use them for my own plans”. The Asian maid kneels down and grasps the professors’ manhood tightly. “Perhaps I will allow you to satisfy my urges”. She says as she begins to stroke the professor back to sexual readiness. “Perhaps I…”she begins her next sentence but is quickly interrupted by the professors’ hand clenching her own. She tries to remove herself from the professors’ grip, but is easily forced to continue stroking him. She can feel the professors erect member growing larger and larger beyond that of any she had ever encountered before. The professors’ eyes burst open. His eyes glowed and eerie green light. His body too was growing! His skin tone changed from a pale pink hue of a recluse to a greenish hulk of a man. Even his gray hair darkened to a full head of green locks. The Asian maid was now frightened. Only 15 minutes before she made her play to take over the professors’ life, the brilliant scientist had decided to test the drug, which he planned to use on his son Kevin, on himself. The irradiated hormone therapy drug mixed uncontrolled with the toxins the Asian beauty had given him. The effect was a serious mistake on her part. The bulging figure gripped hard at the assistants hand and continued to force it to bring him to climax. A huge wave of fluid engulfed the young lady as the beast released his juices. As he did, the Asian maid felt her hand being broken. The beasts grip loosened only for a moment, as the blood rushed to his head from the climax. The Asian maid raced away in fear of what might come next.
The hulking green form of the transformed professor rose to its feet. Adrenaline still pumping, the emerald beast looked for more sexual gratification. The Asian beauty now gone, the beast would have to find another. The front door to the professors’ mansion was no match for the strength of the hulking form. The wood shattered as it exploded out to the private drive in front of the mansion entrance. The beast looked to the night sky and ran off into the darkness. Release was needed. Urges needed to be satisfied. And the hulk of a beast, that was once a sophisticated and educated man, allowed his instincts to drive him toward where it would be fulfilled. Who would stop him? Who could stop him? What will happen to those who try?
In a small café, a beautiful young superheroine sits, sipping a latte and reflecting on the days events. She hears the faint sounds of rustling coming from behind her. She turns toward the sound. In a flash, the beautiful young heroine is gone. Do you know where your superheroines are?

Galaxy Girls Day Off?

Getting to take a day off occasionally is not that rare of a concept. Except of course when you happen to be the main protector of a place as big as Mega City.
Crime runs rampant in many cities of the world, and Mega City was no exception even with champions of justice to assist the police in apprehending villains of all sorts. Today however Galaxy Girl planned on soaking up some sun and recharging herself with some well earned rest by the pool.
The sky was brilliantly blue, with faint traces of puffy white clouds. The late morning sun mixed with a cool westerly breeze to provide a very comfortable 75 degree temperature. The pool water was suitably warmed by the heat of the previous day. Dipping her foot to test the water Galaxy Girl could not help but notice that this day was forming to be the most perfect day off she could have ever imagined. She removed her linen robe and let it fall gracefully to the patio below her feet. Donned in a skimpy white bikini the beautiful bronzed goddess heroine decided to take a nice dip. With the poise and agility of a gazelle, she vaulted high into the air and plunged deep into the cool clear water. Her beautiful and slender body glided through the depths of the pool and she made her way to the far side with little effort. Turning to return to the opposite end of the pool, Galaxy Girl drifted along atop the shimmering waves. Allowing her body to merely drift, she closed her eyes and reflected on her day yet to come.
Her thoughts dwelled on recent battles and seemed to hamper her ability to enjoy her relaxation. A good fight, or putting a bad guy behind bars, is almost as good as a day off. She cleared her head of such thoughts. There were plenty of other heroes to take care of the city for one day. Today was her day, and she planned on keeping it all to herself even though she had one or two heroes she loved to spend time with during off hours.
The warm sun shone down on her shapely curves. Surrounded by the cooling water the moment became in an instant perfect. Her cosmic connection to the galaxy itself energized her and made her skin tingle in an intoxicating manner. Floating aimlessly in the pool she came to realize that the recharge she was feeling seemed different. Different than that of any other time in her life. It was as though the cosmos were not only replenishing her strength, but also probing her in a search for something. She never doubted the powers the cosmos had given her. So as unsettling as the current energizing was, she relaxed and allowed it to continue.
Abruptly her body was thrust hard to the bottom of the pool. As though punched hard in the stomach by a mighty blow, she lost all the air from her lungs. The bubbles raced to the surface above her as she attempted to push herself off the bottom of the pool and resurface. Her strength was almost gone! Galaxy Girl found herself struggling to reach the surface, and her lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen. She reached the surface with great difficulty. Galaxy Girl gasped as she filled her lungs and subsided the burning pain. She made her way slowly to the edge of the pool and weakly pulled herself to the waiting safety of the patio. “What the hell was that”? she thought.
As abruptly as the first, a second blow hit her hard. This time it threw her across the patio to a waiting concrete wall. Her body smashed into the cold surface which cracked from the impact. Dust and debris flew through the air, and Galaxy Girl again found herself weakened from the assault. This unseen force was devastating her, and she never saw anything coming. It was as though the cosmos itself had turned against her. “Why is this happening”? she thought, as she turned toward the sky in a vain attempt for answers. The answer came without words. The answer came with another attack that threw her down to the ground and held her there. Try as she might, she could not get up. She could feel her body was again being probed. This time in a more sensual manner. She felt her firm curves being caressed by a force of nature she did not fully understand. She could feel her breasts being fondled by an invisible power. Her mind raced to produce images of each and every one of the heroine’s deepest urges and desires. Galaxy Girl was being assaulted sexually, and yet she found her emotions getting excited by the actions of the unseen foe. The force worked its way to her nether regions and fondled her sex lovingly. The force pushed her senses easily. She felt as if her nipples were being bitten, and her sex was being breached by a massive intruder. In one huge burst of energy, Galaxy Girl climaxed with resounding force. The concrete patio beneath her was no match for her fingers which dug deep into the hard surface like it was no more than loose gravel. Gripping hard Galaxy Girl could feel the force probing deeper and deeper within her body. The ecstasy was overwhelming, as she climaxed yet again. The concrete between her fingers being crushed to dust as she held on for the rush of adrenaline to subside. The force obviously had plans to continue, as she felt her muscles being physically manipulated to remove her bikini. She struggled to deny the force, but ended up tearing her favorite bikini clean off leaving her naked under the now punishing hot sun. Her breath was labored and her heart was racing a mile a minute. Galaxy Girl attempted to rise to her feet to flee the situation, only to again be thrown down to the ground. The force continued to stimulate every erogenous zone in her lovely body. Over and over again her climaxes tantalized and tormented her senses. Minutes became hours as the assault continued over and over again. The force was too strong. Eventually the rush of blood and adrenaline caused Galaxy Girl to lose consciousness. The mighty heroine lied helpless amidst the rubble, now completely unable to defend herself.
Galaxy Girl woke quite groggy and hazy with a weak unsettling feeling in her gut. Her beautiful naked body now glowed in the pale light of the evening moon. The chilly night air caused her sore and tired muscles to ache. Her strength was returning in a slow steady replenishment. This time the energy was very familiar and felt safe and secure. She looked to the tatters which had once been her tantalizing and sexy little bikini. The remnants acknowledged that it had not been a bad dream, but reality. She grabbed her robe, draped it around her and made her way slowly inside.
Galaxy Girl’s answering machine light was blinking. She did not feel up to checking the messages just now. First she poured a nice glass of chardonnay, and sat to reflect on the assault which devastated her both physically and emotionally. Reluctantly she leaned over and pressed the button to play the messages. A frantic message from Captain Alexander, chief of the special crimes unit, blurted out. “Galaxy Girl…are you there?” the message began. “Galaxy Girl…the city needs you, please answer”! The voice of the captain was strained with concern. “Galaxy Girl” the voice continued “It’s been three days since you last checked in, please call in as soon as you get this message”! The words echoed in Galaxy Girls mind. “Three Days”? “How could that be”? Galaxy Girl steadied her resolve and made her way to her secret lair. Her hands began to shake as she set down her now empty glass of wine. “Stop that, damn it”! She commands. She steadies herself and summons the force of the cosmos to her. In a brilliant flash of light she emerges donned in her super heroine uniform. “Time to go to work”. She says, as she flies out the window toward police headquarters.
From the shadows of Galaxy Girls patio, a dark figure appears out of nowhere. The specter wanders around the pool where Galaxy Girl was assaulted. The figure enters the beautiful heroine’s lair and pours himself a glass of wine. Slowly the figure disappears back into the shadows from which it came. The still night air is broken with an evil laugh that echoes through Galaxy Girls home, and then itself diminishes into nothingness.

The End?

Batgirl gets Manipulated

Gotham city was quiet for a Saturday morning. Batgirl was patrolling, as usual, and had not run across any bad guys in hours. It was as though they had all given up and gone home. “A city, as big as Gotham, never gets this quiet”. She thought to herself. Looking down from the rooftops, the city seemed so peaceful. “Yes…too quiet”.

Patrolling was a necessary part of the job. And with the caped crusaders out of town for the evening, Batgirl had to patrol alone. Batgirl did not mind having to all the work herself. She kind of liked being the one in charge and making all the decisions. “If the guys were here, they would probably send me home so the MEN can do all the fun stuff”. Barbara liked the fun stuff as much as they did. Putting bad guys behind bars was thrilling. She secretly enjoyed the fighting and testing her skills against a worthy adversary. Little did she know that a very worthy adversary was stalking her at this very moment?

The Manipulator was perched high up on Gotham Tower. Hiding amongst the shadows, he was surveying the area and watching the young heroine. He knew that Batgirl was a little over confident, and would leap into action whenever trouble presented itself. A large sum of money was paid to the local villains for a quiet morning to bait the young beauty into a false sense of calm. Once he got her off guard, he would strike. The timing however had to be perfect. Batgirls’ skills as a fighter rivaled those of The Batman himself. Though well trained, The Manipulator had superior strength. “The key is to catch you off guard my lovely”. He said out loud. “I shall have you as a pet, until my desires are fulfilled, and then put you down or sell you off like scrap metal”. Through binoculars he studied the young shapely figure of his foe. She was much less a girl than a woman. He would enjoy every inch of her body once he had her.

Batgirl was getting pretty tired of patrolling a city that apparently had no crime for her to fight. She made her way down a fire escape to the alleyway below. Her Batgirl cycle right where she left it, she fired up the powerful engine and drove off to the waiting streets of Gotham. The wind blew through her hair, as she raced toward the city center and home. Lost in her thoughts, she barely heard the crack beneath her, as all at once the Batgirls Cycle halter in an abrupt stop that sent her flying through the air to the cold hard pavement. Skill and training had prepared her for almost any circumstances of attack, but in this instance she still came down hard to the pavement and could feel the toll it took on her lovely body. Her costume was torn up a bit, and she felt like her arm may have fractured a bit. “It’s a good thing there are no bad guys to deal with”. She thought. Turning to look at the mangled carnage of the Batgirl Cycle, she knew that getting home was going to be a little more difficult. Her arm was starting to ache, and she began wondering if there might be more damage than originally thought. From across the street she heard a voice. “Trouble Miss”? The voice asked. “Nothing to worry about citizen”. She replied back. “Nothing for me to worry about, Batgirl…but what about you”? The Manipulator stepped out of the shadows and slowly began to approach the lovely young heroine.
It was a trap. Batgirl had only for a moment allowed her guard to fall, and now she was in trouble. Her arm hurt, possibly badly, her options were limited. Run or fight! Fighting was the worst choice, as she felt she was too beat up from the crash to defend herself. She turned to flee, feeling horrible. She hated running from a fight, but she knew she was no match for The Manipulator in her current situation. She was hurt, yet still fast on her feet. Keeping to the shadows she hoped to lose the villain. “I’m going to get you Batgirl”. The Manipulator taunted. “And when I do…oh what fun I am going to have with that lovely body of yours”. Barbara could see that eluding The Manipulator was not going to be easy. She quickly turned to flee down an alley and was abruptly halted by a metal object striking her in the head, rendering her unconscious.

Batgirl woke feeling quite dazed. She found herself tied down to a table. Standing over her, The Manipulator stood, smiling an evil smile. “Good to see you are still alive my pretty”. He said. “I’ve set your broken arm for you, but you must stay still, so I had to tie you down”. “I’m sure you understand”? The Manipulator leaned down and whispered in the young beauty’s ear. “Now the fun begins”. He states as he gently kisses the side of her face. “You’ll never get away with this you fiend”! Batgirl boldly harks out. “Oh yes…I think I will”. replies the villain. “You are in no position to stop me”. He moves his hands to her body. Batgirl, tied spread eagle, twitches at each touch of his hands. He caresses her lovely curves, as he moves his hands up and down the length of her body. He touches her in places unseemly. Though a villain, his moves are loving in nature. He admires her beauty, but does not dismiss that this is a foe. With both hands he grasps and squeezes the young heroines firm breasts. “These are probably the nicest breast I have ever manipulated”. He states. “You should be proud”. He again leans down, and this time brushes him face against the heroine’s bosoms. “Stop this at once”. Batgirl says. “Your only going to make your crimes worse if you continue”. “Yes, I know”. says the villain. “But it is a burden I must do”. “I can’t help myself”

Batgirl is feeling more strength as time passes, and more disdain for The Manipulator as he continues to play with her body. “Your costume is torn by sweet”. Says the evil one as he pulls at the tatters. “You may as well not be wearing anything at all if you are going to look so unseemly. “Leave it alone”. Batgirl commands. “But my lovely…I wouldn’t think you would want to be caught dead in this torn thing”. “If you plan on killing me, get to it and stop this taunting evil one”! she replies. “I haven’t made up my mind yet”. The Manipulator states, as he moves his hands down to her nether regions. Caressing gently he massages Batgirls loins. She can’t help but gasp a bit as the blood begins to flow to her sex. Her heart quickens and her breathing races, as the caressing is brining involuntary spasms of desire and ecstasy. She hates the villain, and yet he is pleasuring her so well she almost wants him to continue. The Manipulator is full aware of the feeling he has awoken in the beautiful young Batgirl. He has manipulated many, and is well versed in the arts of seductive influence. “Now that costume of yours, it has to go”. Batgirl, speechless, amazingly finds herself nodding in agreement. She has been influenced…brainwashed…Manipulated!

Spidergirl gets Dark!

Jennifer was puzzled by the emotions swelling deep within her. Since becoming Spidergirl, she has fought many foes. But the disturbing and dark feelings she was encountering, since waking up in the mysterious black version of her costume, had her pondering about the true nature of the change, and the ramifications of using the enhanced abilities it afforded her. Was her biggest challenge to be fighting demons within herself?
The thought process was broken by a burst of spider sense telling her some one was in trouble nearby. Swinging into action she quickly made her to the mission district. Following her senses to the top of the local homeless shelter, she landed with the utmost in graceful agility. Looking down upon a dimly lit alleyway to the south, she could see the source of the trouble she had sensed. Below two large thugs were assaulting a civilian. In the blink of an eye Jennifer sprung to action. Spraying a web to the adjacent building, she swung down and removed the civilian from harms way, and instructed him to run off and call the police. The thankful civilian ran to do as asked, as Spidergirl again sprang to action to capture the attackers.
The first attacker was caught quite easily at the far end of the alleyway. With little effort Jennifer tied him up, in webs and secured him to the side of the nearest building, so that the authorities would be able to find him. Without a word she spun another web up above her head and headed off toward the much faster fleeing villain.
With a dull thud, Spidergirl slammed the second attacker to the ground. Jennifer could feel her heart pounding as she lifted up the large man who dared to harm the innocent in her city. Though a criminal, Jennifer unexpectedly found herself feeling fond of the man before her. He was bad, and yet she found him pleasing to look at. Though he was swinging his fists at her in an attempt to get away, she could not help herself in noticing how muscular he was. Admiration led the way to lust, and Spidergirls actions were being driven by forces beyond her control. She tore at the thugs pants and ripped them clean off, exposing his manhood to the warm night air. Holding him down with one hand, she placed the other on the villain’s member and began to stroke him to attention. The thug, though puzzled by the heroine’s actions, submitted to the folly and allowed her to continue without opposition. Jennifer’s breathing quickened as she brought the man to his full size. She found herself drawn down, and in one fast motion engulfed her prey between her lips. The thug moaned deeply as Jennifer’s actions repeated over and over again. Her lust grew bigger and bigger to the point of scaring her. She removed the mans member from her mouth, and straddled the man with her legs. Her costume opened up to expose her lovely tight sex, as she lowered herself onto the thug’s manhood.
The thug was having a hard time keeping up with Jennifer’s motions. He was no more then a tool for her desire, and he knew it. Spidergirl exploded in sheer ecstasy as the climax to the act left the thug gasping for air. The thug was left webbed to the side of the building next to his cohort. Spidergirl was gone.
Sitting atop city center Jennifer again pondered upon the dark feeling welling up within her. This dark costume seemed to have a mind of its own. She needed to control it. She needed to control herself. Deep within her, she felt as if a small voice was beckoning to her. Calling out for her to submit to the power of the dark feelings. Succumb to the dark desires. Accept Venom!

Night of the Phoenix

Jean was floating. She and Cyclops had just finished a very romantic evening out on the town. Everything went off without a hitch. No bad guys showed up to spoil it. No urgent messages, from Professor Xavier, about impending doom. Not even so much as a simple mugging to ruin their plans. It was all that they could have hoped for. The evening was pretty tame by X-Men standards. A nice romantic dinner; followed by a sappy romantic comedy at the theatre; and finishing off with a cozy walk, under the stars, in central park. Who could ask for more? Jean and Scott looked deeply into each others eyes. Reflected back, each saw the reciprocation of love they had for each other. They held hands most of the night. Soft whispers, and gentle kisses, were shared between them as though they were kids again.
Scott drove up the long driveway to the mansion. He could not believe the night was almost over. It went so well he wished it could go on forever. Jean gave a gentle squeeze to his hand and said “I know…I feel the same way.” Being a telepath, she always knew what people were thinking. She and Scott had always had a special connection. As young adults, they became close, working together as the first X-Men. As their fondness for each other grew to love, they developed a psychic connection that bonded them together. No matter the distance they may be apart, the connection allowed them to feel each others presence and state of mind. “I’m really not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.” Scott said. “We rarely get a chance to have a night like this.” Jean felt the truthfulness in his words, and shared them in kind. “The night isn’t over yet!” she said. “It’s only 11, and we’re old enough to stay up as late as we want.” A sly devilish smile formed as she said this. Scott knew all too well what this meant. He exited his side of the car, and quickly made his way to hers, to open her door. As Jean exited the car, and Scott closed the door behind her, the two looked again into each others eyes. Through the ruby quartz lenses of his glasses, she could see that Scott understood fully the last statement she had made. He reached his arm around her slender waist and pulled her close. In an instant they were sharing the most passionate of kisses. They kissed and caressed each other in the dim light of the car port. Jean gently placed her hands behind Scotts’ neck, pulled back, and with the same devilish look she used before, stated…”Your place or mine mister?” Without hesitation Scott swept her up in his arms and carried her into the mansion, up the stairs, and to her room down the main corridor.
Once at Jeans’ door, Scott gracefully set her down to stand in front of him. He held her close, around the waist, and kissed her seductively on the back of the neck, as she opened the door to her room. Grabbing his hand, Jean abruptly pulled him into the room, slammed the door, and lunged to his body. The kisses grew more and more passionate, as they allowed their emotions to take full control of the situation. “I want you now!” the marvel girl stated, and with one thought, telepathically removed both their clothes. The excitement getting the better of them, they rushed to the bedside, and threw themselves upon the soft cotton bedspread. Lusting for each other, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Each moment became even more passionate than the next. Their bodies became one, as the two lovers came to climax again and again. Their special link, strengthening and combining, heightened each explosion of sensual fulfillment. After quite some time, the energy subsided, and they drifted to sleep in each others arms.
Jean was floating! Although still asleep, her mind had re-awakened. Her sexual energy had been renewed by the power of the Phoenix. Psychically the Phoenix reached out for more passion, eager to fulfill the now replenished desire. Jeans moaning was low but steady, as the uncontrolled entity of the Phoenix connected with many individuals around her. Too low to disturb the slumbering love beside her, her moans continued as the Phoenix entered the dreams of other X-Men. Sound sleep would not be had by any hero that night, as the burning desire of the Phoenix made no hesitation in seducing both man and woman, in the depths of their dreams. Unimaginably wonderful things happened to the X-Men that night. Although only dreaming, the passion was quite real, and exhilarating.
By dawn, several hours later, the X-Men awoke. As each made their way to the kitchen, for their morning meal, it was obvious that the effect of the night had taken its’ toll. Each hero and heroine lumbered as though having sparred ten rounds with The Juggernaut. Even Logan, who had a healing power, was showing the signs of the heated passionate exhaustion. They found it hard to look at each other, to make eye contact. Throughout the night, they had been with each other, in every way possible. In their dreams, dictated by the Phoenix, they had explored fantasy after fantasy. Jean and Scott, however, could not take their eyes off each other. Tender smiles shared between them, like the passion of the night before. The mood was “off” for the rest.
Professor Xavier burst into their minds with a telepathic thought. “My X-Men…urgent personal business, that requires my immediate attention, will take me to Muir Island today.” It started. “Our training session for today is therefore under your own control.” It continued. “I will return once my business is completed.” It ended.
Wolverine was the first to speak. “I don’t know about the rest of you…” he began. “But I’m going back to bed!” With that the gruff hero turned away from the group and headed up the stairs. One by one the rest of the group followed suit, and headed for their rooms. Scott turned to Jean and asked “Date tonight?” Jean thought for a short moment, then replied “You mean like last night?” “Exactly like last night...if possible!” he boyishly returned. “That sounds…nice!” Jean volleyed, as the devilish smile, once again, reappeared on her beautiful face.