The "Sneak-Peek" excerpt ( in essence, a sex scene within a sex scene! ) is
given below exactly as it appears in the Microsoft Word version of the
screenplay "SEX, COMEDY, MYSTERIES & MORE SEX," which has been uploaded to
the very top of the FILES sections of thousands of Yahoo! Groups devoted to
either of the following categories:
Gillian Anderson
Dana Scully
X-Files
Carmen Electra
Torrie Wilson
Patricia Heaton
Julia Louis-Dreyfus
David Duchovny
Mitch Pileggi
UFOs
Government Conspiracies
Fan Fiction




Here's just a taste:

Bobby continued pounding and pounding Gillian’s slushy snatch with his
skewering schlong but couldn’t help notice the golden, iridescent acting
trophies on obvious display on the mantel a few feet ahead. Gillian had been
awarded most of these for her work on “The X-Files.” The prismatically
glittering objets d’vanité seemed to take on a power of their own as convection
currents pulsated radially away from them and attempted to magnetically ensnare
Bobby in their otherworldly dreamscape. He tried to ignore them by instead
concentrating on the shocking scene of unspeakable depravity he and Gillian were
industriously participating in. She was still locked into the doggy-style
position by his sinewy, rippling arm around her hips: Her low-hanging,
sun-tanned, 44DD cow-udders flopping forward and smacking against the elbows of
her outstretched arms and then swinging just as roughly backward and slapping
against her oily lap, smacking and slapping, smacking and slapping, again
and again -- the half-gallon of encapsulated saline solution sloshing around
inside of each distended milk-jugg unmistakably audible.
Behind her, Bobby maintained his balance on his knees on the seat cushion
of the damaged sofa, as he continued ramming his purple-crowned, vein-webbed,
corn-on-the-cob into and out of Gillian’s husking meat-grinder. Inadvertently,
he glanced up again for only an instant at the ethereally gleaming acting
trophies that were still on Gillian’s mantel shelf but seemingly closer, and
this time the paranormal force field emanating from them held fast and Bobby was
helplessly lost. His vision became kaleidoscopic, and his eyes glazed over as
if on a heroin trip. Suddenly, his consciousness was frighteningly thrown into
his most persistent nightmare scenario: Him jumping out from the concealing
shadows and surprising Special Agent Dana Scully in Mulder’s office while she
was alone dropping off one of her summary reports.

~~~zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz~~~
~zzZzz~ Bobby easily overpowers and pushes Scully onto Mulder’s desk in the
position of a gynecological exam, the back of her head coming to rest on a stack
of manila folders, and rips open her trenchcoat, suit jacket, and silky blouse
-- large and small buttons popping everywhere. With a quick flick of the wrist,
he deftly unsnaps her skimpy bra from the front -- the now-empty, satiny cups
tumbling to either side of her heaving chest -- and roughly squashes and fondles
her creamy, perfectly shaped, B-cup (pre-implanted) breasts. He rudely hikes
her tight skirt up over her flaring hips to her small waist, pulls the moistened
crotch of her tiny panties to the side and, in one violent motion, completely
buries his huge cock into her well-lubed vestibule. ~zzZzz~



~zzZzz~ As Bobby starts stroking long and hard and deep into and out of
Scully’s recumbent body, he catches sight of two black metal objects darkly
glinting on Mulder’s desktop. They are a pair of medium-sized, black, binder
clips together comprising a makeshift spine for one of the thicker
alien-abduction reports in Mulder’s ever-growing collection. Bobby temporarily
lets go of Scully’s bent and parted legs long enough to grab the amusingly
anecdotal report, yanks the two clips off of it, and haphazardly chucks it over
his left shoulder -- testimonials, drawings and photos flapping and scattering
everywhere. He then mercilessly clamps both of the strong binder clips onto
Scully’s erect nipples, causing the redhead to yelp out in pain and scream
profanities at her assailant. He then reaches over to a different area of
Mulder’s desktop and clasps ahold of a chain of jumbo paperclips, apparently
assembled by “Agent Spooky” as he was idly wasting time on Uncle Sam’s nickel.
Bobby quickly passes one end of the paperclip chain through the silvery metal
loop on Scully’s right nipple-clip and repeats the procedure on the left. The
two nipple-clips thusly interconnected, he then pulls the middle of the chain
up, over and behind his neck and braces it there. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ This sado-masochistic bondage configuration allows him to pull
Scully’s tits up via the clips clamped onto her pain-stricken and stretched-out
nipples by simply arching his thickly muscled back against the taut chain,
making sure to coincide these backward arches with his cock-thrusts into
Scully’s gushing twat. As he maniacally carries out this superb BDSM
performance, Scully, while pursing her ruby-red lips and huffing and puffing
like an Olympic sprinter, stares up at him with a look that’s equal parts hatred
and carnal lust. Right there, right then, she decides to kill him, but only
after he makes her cum. ~zzZzz~



~zzZzz~ As Bobby continues pummeling Scully’s pussy into the extremes of
mutual ecstasy, instead of resisting his advances, she furtively reaches inside
a reinforced inner pocket of her trenchcoat and locates her .44 Magnum Colt
Anaconda -- all 3.7 pounds worth of guaranteed killing machine -- the revolver
fully loaded with hollow-point bullets, and in one swift and graceful move (how
in the world can such a delicate, petite hand hold onto such a massive, clumsy
object?) she shoves its six-inch barrel into Bobby’s mouth, the full length of
the cold stainless steel clicking against his teeth, scraping along his palate,
and impacting severely against the back of his gagging throat. Scully cocks the
hammer and felinely growls, “Gimme the best fuck of my life or I’ll blow your
fuckin’ head off!!” Bobby instinctively tries to pull back and away to safety,
but, ironically, discovers to his horror that he is tethered to Scully by his
own chain around the back of his neck and is
effectively anchored in place by the reverse-pull of her clamped tits -- well
within the reach of Scully’s outstretched arm and fully loaded pistol. To make
crystal clear her intentions, Scully slowly turns the barrel of the gun in
Bobby’s mouth 90 degrees, exactly the way drug “gangstas” do it in the movies
and music videos. Most certainly, Bobby is no longer the predator; he is now
the prey. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ As both of their sex juices intermingle and trickle down to saturate
a few of Mulder’s X-files pinned under Gillian’s ass cheeks, Bobby could do
nothing but obey Scully’s commands. Inevitably, they both scream out loud as
simultaneous orgasms rip through their electrified bodies. Bobby pulls out of
Gillian’s poontang-splattering pussy just in time to aim his firing howitzer at
Mulder’s UFO “I Want to Believe” poster taped to the back wall of his office.
The first thick packet of ropey sperm from the steely-eyed missile man
parabolically arcs across eight feet of darkened space and hits dead-center the
Billy Meier fake spaceship model in the picture. The second, third and fourth
spurts of cocoa butter splash warmly across Scully’s beautiful face,
plop-plop-plopping onto her hair, nose and chin and matting down the thick
mascara of her seductive eyelashes, but with most falling into her sensuous
mouth which is still invitingly open in orgasm. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ Bobby grips his gushing firehose and, like a windshield wiper, swings
it left and right over Scully’s clothes and Mulder’s desktop, thoroughly
covering her trenchcoat in thick puddles of his vanilla splooge, the tiny gold
cross on her delicate necklace now trapped under a fat, cloudy droplet. (Bobby
simply loves cumming on his girlfriends’ clothes. That way, even if he’s not
around and other men come sniffing after her hoo-hoo, they’ll see his “mark” --
his silver “escutcheon,” his white-chocolate “fleur-de-lis,” the “crest” of his
“family jewels” -- and realize that they have to venture elsewhere in their
perpetual search of prime pussy.) ~zzZzz~



~zzZzz~ Scully, still lying on her back on top of Mulder’s beslimed desk,
senses a second, though smaller, orgasm lurking behind her first and immediately
seeks to capture it. Taking the gun out of Bobby’s mouth, she flips the grip
upside-down and then turns the barrel in the opposite direction, that is, back
toward herself. She then shoves as much of the gun as she can into her sloppily
lubricated vagina, the curved trigger guard impacts hard up against her large
throbbing clit with every wild, self-inflicted plunge into her enraptured body,
masturbating like a wild animal in heat until crying out in sweet release, once
again. She lets go of the gun, but even though it’s thoroughly slathered in her
climaxle grease, it remains securely embedded in her cunt. The last, precious
dewdrops from Bobby’s shrinking phallus languidly drip onto the upside-down grip
of the gun which is poking out of Gillian’s dark-red bush, swirling down its
length and bestowing upon it a faux pattern of
inlaid mother-of-pearls. ~zzZzz~
~zzZzz~ After a few seconds, the set’s glaring lights snap on and a wave of
applause builds up around the room. The entire sex scene is being captured on
film by the Ten Thirteen crew! And as a shocked and confused Bobby looks away
from them and back at Scully, she purrs in that famous voice of hers, “We wanted
my millions of fans -- especially those of the lesbo persuasion -- to see how I
like my cock. Thanks for auditioning. Don’t call us; we’ll call you. … NEXT!!”
~zzZzz~
~~~zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz~~~
_

The haunting whistling that always followed signaled the end of the
nightmare, and Bobby was back in the domain of the conscious -- back on the
couch fucking the real Gillian Anderson, fast and furious, deep and hard.


If you want to experience the rest, try clicking on the following
shortcuts.
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Novelette ( Microsoft Word doc. version [ illustrated ] )
http://savefile.com/files/1511947
Title: Sex, Comedy, Mysteries & More Sex
Sub-title: An Enchanting Evening with Gillian Anderson

Novelette ( Text File doc. version [ non-illustrated ] )
http://savefile.com/files/9560203
Title: Sex, Comedy, Mysteries & More Sex
Sub-title: An Enchanting Evening with Gillian Anderson

“The Turning” Review ( Text File doc. )
http://savefile.com/files/6779470
Critique of Gillian Anderson’s film debut

VPLs ( Text File doc. )
http://savefile.com/files/1326362
Commentary on classically sexy, visible pantylines

Female Masturbation ( Text File doc. )
http://savefile.com/files/5817131
Commentary on exquisite art of female masturbation





















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