MOAB: Mother Of All Bombs - Phero Bombs that is. I dedicated this one to Tater, and they don’t call him Tater for nothing.
I’m sore, can’t walk, broken penis and maybe have an STD. For sure I’ll have a rug burn, scratches on my back and a bad hang-over. Bed and this time its to sleep.
OMG she’s stirring! Shush, no more typing, even my fingers have suffered enough for one night. All of them. My face is sticky
Geez!! is this going to be on national tv?? What did you do? oh what did you do?
Nothing on CNN, as of yet. :o
LOL Details!
Coffee. She’s gone now, but left me with a smile. I like her 
I’m hurting, so I’m going back to bed
Oh how you taunt us Steve
Well I have been recuperating and wow I am beat up today. I literally have 12 inch “claw” marks down my back, marks on my neck that are the same type a teenager would get. Damn girl she tried to kill me.
OK so here’s the story. I’ve been reading Mr Tater’s journal, and I aint talking about Ron White either. Well maybe I am, maybe Madison Tate really is Ron White! You just never know 
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I like to read reports from members who understand and appreciate how molecules work and respect them for what they can do. Since Tater’s return I revisited his journal and took in all he had offered up as a sacrifice to the God of all things Hormonal, Pheromonal, Deep Thinking and concrete. Look I thought it was an odd combination for a God to carry around but as The God of all things named after a God and other names that may or may not be affiliated with string cheese has informed me someone had to take the assignment. Don’t complain to me if you don’t like it, and don’t complain if a seventy eight pound anvil should happen to fall out of the sky and smoosh your skull either. I warned you!
OK so back on track now. I plied through Taters writings and decided to throw together a mix of some things he seemed to like and add a little bit of personal know-how of my own, a splash of some EO’s I like and whala! Just like that I had a new mix. As of right now this mix will NEVER be recreated by Androtics as there are 10 ingredients, most very expensive and many out of stock. Wouldn’t you know it they all are not only the priciest of the raw molecules, but rare too and the freaking concentrations was silly I tell yah.
BNOL
RONE
NONE
MEO-EST
TAA
TAF
TAH
P74
P79
P83
The highest mcg being 100, the lowest at 2.4 in between at 15, 14, 13, 12 5 and 4. It’s a virtual BOMB of never before seen high mcg content that exploded into a plethora of debauchery that has left me physically and mentally exhausted, my body battered and sore.
I almost didn’t wear it last night. I decided to put some on right after I made it and normally I would let it sit a few days before using it, but it was a Friday and I was feeling all the bit a mad scientist.
3 sprays of the mix with 100 mcg of one of the ingredients, added to a to go bottle and then all on me. I sat and finished up about three hours of work yesterday. No discernible self-effects at all. I did have a slight head ache but that could be because it was the end of the work week, not enough water after the gym, bad diet, the moon, ass hat from Chicago ruining everything or who freaking knows. It was Friday and it was going to be a good night or so I hoped.
For three hours I toiled away clicking and clacking my daily tasks, answering calls, doing what needed to be done. Nothing, nada, zilch, no how, it was dead. Maybe the mix needed to cure? I was deciding if I wanted to waste a Friday night with some unknown mix, but I believe and live by the theorem that the biggest rewards comes from those who take on the biggest risks. Wearing an unknown out on a Friday was a HUGE risk not to be taken lightly. My reputation was not only at stake, but the God of all things Pink and Squishy had personally given me the task to ensure the world continued to spin. The lubricant of the world is found in a woman’s nether world. Only I could save the world from stopping spinning and causing a cataclysmal abrupt end to all of her loyal subjects. Atlas would not shrug on my watch .
EDIT: I took a shower in here and scrubbed the application points very well before heading out. I was going to wear a nice combo of black on black with some red bling, but an evil force that took over the machine of wash left a nice stain on the shirt, forcing me to rethink my entire outfit.
The dark forces were plotting evil ways to prevent this night. First my project friend would not be going out this Friday. I guess he still thinks he will meet the girl of his dreams by sitting home watching porn 
. My wing would “meet me there” but we all know how that usually turns out. My other friend wasn’t answering his cell and someone had eaten all the cookies. I was determined though so I headed downtown Memphis anyway. The parking garage was filled up? What the hell was this all about. Lord Vader and his minions laughed their foul cackling laughs from the death star as she slowly passed the moon preparing her evil death beam of darkness to sink its horror deep into our lives. I drove around though determined to give Luke and Han enough time so I could have the princess while they kept Vader at bay.
Parking $10 
! The lot was full but as I made my second pass around it (the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over hoping for a different outcome) hoping to break the insanity loop. A guy and his girl were walking and I asked if they were leaving. Yes they were and parked right over there. Could I have their parking ticket, a long shot, but it beats paying $10 which is another of Vader’s evil tricks? Sure why not . I watched as just in the nick of time Luke fired off that missile into the Death Stars innards and she exploded into a gazillion pieces like fireworks streaking in the nights sky.
My wing was not there yet, he was in fact just leaving the concert he was at in mid-town and depending on concert traffic he would be there as quick as he could. D and S were coming along too.
When I arrived it was only me and for all the cars downtown (there were like three events going on at FedEx forum, the Orpheum and Beale Street) the Flying Saucer was dead. I took up in the beer garden at a table.
EDIT: Even after all I had been through with Vader and his dark legions of doom I was still tempted to use some MX301 which I happened to have in the car. I stayed true to science and used my mix though
To Be Continued.
Sorry guys its getting late and I need to run to Wally World to pick up some distilled water, OJ (Don’t squeeze the juice), oxyclean, Tide Cold Water laundry detergent, Halloween candy, new socks, BIG box of Magnum condoms and assorted other things on my shopping list. The rest will need to wait until I get back though.
I promise I’ll finish tonight before I go out. It was a hell of a great night and thanks to me I saved the entire world from certain peril by ensuring Atlas was well lubed up from the secretions of a fertile young girl who just turned 21 last week. Please stay tuned, same Phero thread, same phero forum, same phero life and times of SteveO the magical Mystery Freak who hopefully didn’t catch anything last night.
Nooooo another cliff hanger!
Steve, you love to leave hanging like this. Do we call this mix “Mr. Boom Bastic” Steve?
How many times have you read “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”?
I admire the man and his music, long before he was popular
Never, but I really should:o
You all already know I had some crazy wild sex last night and this mix hit them HARD. I’m not sure why you think I’m going to drop anything new except fill in some blanks. You’re all just a bunch of pervs 
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Now the bad news for you: I’m going to finish this tomorrow. I never even made it to the store, but took a nap instead. Now its time to get ready and do it all over again. Life is so tough!
Ha, well. I wish you luck, and hope you come back alive and not devoured by some sexual praying mantis you pick up at the club.
Well it works! Today I am up and going to WallyWorld and once again I will test and research taking one for the team. Of course I am a HUGE NFL FAN
so you’ll need to be patient with me. Good thing for TiVo, record and watch an hour late to skip through all commercials. I had a damn interesting night, although no sex, but I needed the recuperation anyway. This one hits them hard and I was pretty impressed.
A blond girl kept getting up to walk by and would stick her breasts out and almost wobble. It looked as if she was drunk, but she wasn’t. She just happened to “slip” and land with her face in my crotch as I sat splayed out watching the Bama game with some friends. Coincidence? Maybe, but it gives a whole new meaning to she tripped and her clothes flew off and she landed straddled on top of me!
Then another girl, a leggy tall brunette kept looking over at me. Then when she had to use the bathroom, rather than taking the walkway to it, she needed to squeeze by my chair, between a lattice wall while her crotch was right in my face. It was quite odd because she could have taken one step off to the left and had a straight shot walkway completely free and clear. Yes I think this one might be a winner.
I need to go, but this time I promise I’ll be back and write it all up.
Steve you really know how to make us curious
Pago
Now being continued from my first post. Where did I leave off?
Oh yeah I arrived and sprayed everything in the to go bottle, which was about 7.5 sprays. I had everything in 100mcg contents so I could mix them all in a bottle, but the one I needed at 100 mcg total content I couldn’t add because if you understand mixing you know you cant mix ten things all at 100 mcg and expect one of them to come out at 100 mcg in the end with the rest of your expected gradients to be where they need to be. Besides the one I did need at 100 mcg I only had it at 25 mcg per spray. So I put what I needed in a to go and brought along my 25 mcg to go of the other molecule.
So that was three of the base and four of the other.
When I got to the Flying Scissor the place was pretty sparse with people. Not many girls in there and what few there were, were all with guys. No biggie though, I’m SteveO the Magical Mayhem Sex Machine. They just call me SteveO though and so can you, unless of course you are a little hottie chick…then you can call me Daddy . Can I get a whooyah? OK I’m being silly, let me stop .
There is usually a $3 cover with velvet ropes and always a few people showing ID’s. I’m VIP so no cover and no lines for me, just a hey SteveO welcome to the Pleasure Zone, be careful the girls are throwing sharpened scissors and have already taken out an eye or two. Yeah silly again, I know, I know.
I sat in the beer garden which has couches up against the back wall. All the outside walls are actually glass garage doors they open depending on the weather. It was 64 and just perfect for open windows. There are bar level half walls that the glass garage doors sit on so its like you are sitting at a bar with Memphis Downtown as the backdrop. In the garden there is a stage for bands, which this night happened to be a half-rate Ska band off beat and out of tune. Too bad because a lot of the songs they attempted where favorites of mine, that I didn’t even recognize. The Flying Scissor usually has very good bands but not sure where these guys came from.
There’s also a pool table in there and in the middle they have lined up picnic tables. If you ever been to a German or Belgium Beer Garden, this would remind you of it. I sat at one table with a view of everything, including the Yankees Game. One of the Beer Goddesses “NA” came over and gave me a big hug. She mentioned that the next table over was her section and that this was “BB’s” table. Both girls are in my circle and while BB has nicer thighs than NA, she is slower in getting me the beer. I also have to question her taste in men. I mean what kind of freak would go out with me? She must be sick!
Anyway NA is not a slacker by any means, actually quite the opposite, she’s a model. I admit though BB has those thighs and can do things that NA can’t yet, but what can I say, she is young and I’m doing my part to teach her the ways of the force. I do believe it is my duty to teach all the daughters of the world.
While I was waiting for my wingman and an old wing who is now engaged and thus off the market, I sat facing the open window. On the one side I had NA and I had my arms around her as I startled the bench and she sat in between my legs with her back pressed into my chest. Poor girl was cold. On the other side was BB who was giving my shoulders a massage and standing behind me I had CC who was playing with my hair. So in walks my wing and my old wing with his chick.
Outside walks by my wings roommate and another friend and they both start hollering and come inside to give me props. So at this point I had three beer goddesses on me, and a bunch of others high-fiving me and celebrating the life and times of the amazing Master Of Mayhem, the Junky with the biggest Fungus, the Captain of Teneal, The blaster of the Plaster, the Yippee of Yahoo, the OK I’ll stop 
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All of a sudden the Crisco Scissor was getting busy. Lubed up with some social magic, shots of Tequila and pints of beer the night was getting interesting. The girls started piling in and then there she was. I never saw this one before and wow she had me at hello. Well she didn’t actually say hello, but that body. Damn lust is a darned thing. It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose and I wonder if you’ll blow, oh please God let her be a Ho. Colbie changed the words to whatever I wanted as long as I promised to make her toes curl. I promised, after all it is Colbie.
My social proof was intact but I needed to mingle a bit. I left the comfort of my table with the most liveliest group in the bar and walked around a bit. I “happened” by sheer chance to bump into her and the interest was there. We chatted and another two beer goddesses I have spent some “time” with came up and hugged me. This was my element and she knew it. I merged her set into another group. One of the guys in that group tried to out ALPHA me (AMOG) and steal her away from me. Easily handled by me. I had the other two girls in his group and other guy cracking up. I got the High-five from ‘dudes’ friend and obvious interest from the girls. I told the girl I was lusting after, who was obviously agitated by the ‘dudes’ advances that him and her would make an excellent couple. He agreed and was like yeah you should give me your number. The whole group cracked up and his own friend was like dude, that was weak. My lust interest was like sorry, I don’t think so but nice meeting you. She put her arm in my arm and was like lets get out of here with her eyes. I laughed and was like baby, what about the kids. One of the groups girls was like you can practice with me. More laughter. I told her that since obviously 'dude" and my lust interest were not going to hit it off that she should (BREAK: everyone thought I would be typical and say make babies with him) BUT instead said come along with us and the three of us could fuck like rabbits and skip the whole baby crap. Great laugh after a short shock. I ejected and brought my lust interest with me.
She had to go to the bathroom so I told her to find me. She was like you’re not going to wait. No hun, I’m in demand here.
OK so the rest of the night was a swirl of discreet hand holding, tugging on clothing here and there, A quick feel of her butt, a brush of her breast (the left one), did you just grab my package baby? Discreet is good to show her that you can be trusted and wont secretly take videos of her and post them on some forum somewhere, but sometimes you just need to have fun. She was not very discreet about checking out the package so I called her on that junk. Lots of tequila later a few times going back and forth between her friends and mine. Got the digits, quick little make out session and we were off. The whole group separated and my wing and I went to another club, then to another. While I was talking to an old girlfriend I hear an ooooh and ahhhh GS, your BF is here. She was there at the new club and her friends were egging her on. So yeah it was on.
OK I’m tired of typing so long story short: discretion is key. I told her I wanted her, she agreed and we set something up for later. BANG, the rest of the night and yeah Colbie’s song she specially wrote for me was true. Yes life is good and this mix seems to be good to.
Last night nothing happened except what I already told you of women falling into my crotch and other girl squeezing by me like it was the only path-it wasn’t.
The END!
Oh yeah two things:
I read it.
Next time I’m single I want to take lessons from you lol. Quite the story I thoroughly enjoyed it.