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And the environment was very, very inviting and reassuring. And she there, lying on this wonderful, wonderful couch. The usual stuff you can get anywhere, something pleasurable and different. How would you know that? But not just the usual stuff maybe something a little different. All evidence of the emollient had been removed. Can you could come in and read the show?

It was a rhythmic and pervasive, yet mysterious drumming. Like they have in gynecological examination rooms. Anyway we had coffee or something. She was enjoying the trip. Humorless scientists have ruined many a good tale. It was better than an acid trip. And he was a really good flute player, an OK clarinet player, and not a bad saxophone player. Even later traveling on her own in South East Asia, she never discovered any establishments catering to women.

Comwdy the environment was very, very inviting and reassuring. The fingers of the girls who were applying the emollient seemed electric, sending tiny shivers up her hypersensitive skin. It was better than an acid trip.

This very wonderful smelling stuff about her neck, her body, her breasts, and all over her belly, her buttocks, her thighs, her lips, her knees, her ankles, and the even soles of her feet.

The members of the band were pretty much straight-arrow guys: It was just amazing. I played in most of those resorts, at one time or another. And I had an interesting assignment.

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They were, you know, wild guys. Now I was spending some time in one of those bands and it was a big place.

And she was arching and reaching and seeking and finding newer and higher levels of pleasure. The lady guest had checked out and left said boy haplessly bound to the bed with a dildo inserted in his bum.


And she there, lying on this wonderful, wonderful couch. She starts getting very nervous. I may look for another line of work.

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The small probing proboscises of the butterflies were stimulating all the seven Hindu orifices of a woman and the vast skin of her body. Come back tomorrow and we entertain you.

The sound was barely audible. And there xhowband the sensation of hundreds of butterfly feet touching her flesh and mouthparts kissing and sucking her everywhere and of air and blowing and licking. No worry, No worry, No worry.

These guys are a big source of money for the locals. Divining the source of the sound was like a Zen koan. Belly nice, belly nice, nice here. These three women came in and they started applying this emollient.

You see back in the sixties, early sixties, it was a good deal for a musically talented kid to get a job in a band playing in the Borscht Belt, you know, the Jewish Alps, up in the Catskills in New York State. He was a Jewish guy named Aaron. The Butterfly Lady story is slightly along the lines of the fabulous, though I had a Vietnamese colleague who had heard that such places and mwd do, or did, exist in Southeast Asia. After I had related L’histoire de Madame de papillonshe questioned me very closely about some of the details.

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And so I said to myself, rather she said to herself: When they would fly off, the air from their wings caused another sensation. The whole room started taking on this wonderful aroma, she said, it was just to die for.


And then there was a Latin Band. As it happens, a few years back I was traveling with Eugenia, the woman, who at the time was my European music agent.

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They landed on eyes, her lips, and in the curve of her neck … around her shoulders and on her belly, and of course in her sex … they crawled into her sex and onto it and little mouth parts of the butterflies ever-so-gently … ever-ever-so-gently… just taking one … little taste of the emollient at a time … just one little butterfly taste Makeup had been zhowband, which was something she rarely, if ever used, but it seemed to fit her newfound sense of womanliness.

I forget which one.