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Play the game to the back door.
From here the pages are protected. Behind the door are special tales, surprises, photos and more.
All you have to do is guess the user name and the password. The username and the password are found in the story Sisterhood.
Here are the clues.
User Name: From beneath the water.
Password: Fruit for pleasure.
The images below offer a few more clues.
More clues in a few days . . . . . . . . . . 
Love and lust, such small words which cannot be measured or mapped. A prism set on a windowsill allows the sunlight to pass through it, and a spectrum of colors emerge. This white light which enters is a rainbow of colors packed into a small space. Love and lust include so many feelings that we pack them all into these two words, just as the spectrum of color is packed into the white light. Erotic art is the prism which separates this packed tangle of feelings. In the act of love, all is bared. For this reason, no image can be too profane in the quest to explain this.
Love and lust, these two very small words, yet so immense and powerful, they have altered the flow of history, calmed monsters, kindled works of art, cheered the forlorn, turned tough guys to mush, consoled the enslaved, driven strong women mad, glorified the humble, fueled national scandals, bankrupt robber barons, and made mincemeat of kings. How can we then pack all of what these are into one syllable words. Erotic artists and writers are the prism. Erotic art and writings are the rainbow spectrum of colors emerging from the prism. However, as a society, too many are embarrassed by open eroticism, treating it as if it were obscene.
Why should we be ashamed or embarrassed by the visual of something so beautiful and natural. What I have questioned many times before. Why is violence more acceptable than eroticism? It seems that eroticism frightens society more than cruelty, more than violence, more than hatred. What is it that frightens people to face eroticism head-on?
Love and lust know no time or nation. Such as fire. It has been unchanged since time began. Fire has no language, has no nation. It is the same in the Eastern hemisphere as it is in the Western, Southern, Northern. Values, customs and protocols vary from ancient days to present, but not the wonder and power of love and lust. Erotic writers, artists don't attempt to explain it, simply describe it.
Amor volat undique (Cupid flies everywhere)
Amor volat undique, Cupid flies everywhere
captus est libidine. seized by desire.
Iuvenes, iuvencule Young men and women
coniunguntur merito. are rightly coupled.
Siqua sine socio, The girl without a lover
caret omni gaudio; misses out on all pleasures,
tenet noctis infima she keeps the dark night
sub intimo hidden
cordis in custodia: in the depth of her heart;
fit res amarissima. it is a most bitter fate.
Si puer cum puellula If a boy with a girl
moraretur in cellula, tarries in a little room,
felix coniunctio. happy is their coupling.
Amore suscrescente Love rises up,
pariter e medio and between them
avulso procul tedio, prudery is driven away,
fit ludus ineffabilis an ineffable game begins
membris, lacertis, labii in their limbs, arms and lips.
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