Message-ID: <19128eli$9901220432@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: LadyCyrrh@aol.com Subject: The Annex Reviews, 1/15/99 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <9fdd4830.369fd66e@aol.com> X-Is-Review: yes Where is ASSM? What is going on with it? I used to get a lot of my material from that newsgroup. If it's gone, I'll have to work a lot harder. Can anyone out there give me the scoop? The stories: Justice Club: Part 7 - The White Queen by Yenoc and Superhero (M/F, F/F, mast, mc, BDSM, best, superhero) Kind of Blue, by Tiramisu (M mast, bond) Cotten Dresses, by P.D. James (M/F, mast, teen) Chambers Conference, by Marc Tremaine (M/MMM, law) Tight Security, by Nick (M/F, cons) Justice Club: Part 7 - The White Queen [B-] Where posted: ASS When posted: 1/8/99 Author: Yenoc and Superhero There's always a certain guilty pleasure to be found in trash, and this story was trash, plain and simple, of the hypnotized-women-thoroughly-degraded-in-a-strip-club sort. The degradation is for the benefit of men, or one man, who orchestrates the performances via his skill at mind control. I can't tell you how many times I've come across this scenario. In this case the women are comic book superheroines, which is again par for the course, and the acts are on the sadistic, doggy, and lesbian domina side. The White Queen, the nominal heroine of the story, is inspired to masturbate by all the shenanigans: "Her right hand fluttered up and cupped a ripe tingling breast and she squeezed the hardened nipple, feeling it leap into even greater erection at her demented caress." The author(s) of this story seemed to be bored with plebian words like labia and vagina, preferring novel creations like cuntlip, cuntal furrow, cuntal channel, cuntal heat, and wildly stretched cuntal hole, apparently not realizing the word cuntal doesn't exist. (For porn, the accepted colloquial adjective in cases like this is pussy.) But the main problem with a story like this is it's so pointless. A bunch of women are fucked, degraded, and turned into sex slaves; big deal. There's nothing new or novel about it, nothing gets resolved, and there weren't even any comic book fisticuffs, bombs about to go off, or hair-raising rescues. If you like hypnotized-woman-thoroughly- degraded-in-a-strip-club stories you might like this, but if you don't, I'd strongly recommend you pass. Kind of Blue [A-] Where posted: ASS, ASSM When posted: 12/20/98 Author: Tiramisu Address: Tiramixu@yahoo.com This piece was more of a haiku than a story, a short mood piece about a man who binds himself to his bed and fantasizes about his lover teasing him sexually. The neat thing about it was that apart from the mention of "my tie" the narrator could have been male or female, and the lover male or female, which could have made it one of the few truly ambiguous sex stories I've read. Cotton Dresses [A-] Where posted: ASS When posted: 1/10/98 Author: P.D. James Address: pdmichael@hotbot.com This story, which I'm guessing takes place in the 50s, is about a young man's sexual initiation by his aunt, brought about by his love of the loose-skirted, tight-bodiced cotton dresses on the female form: I've always loved cotton dresses. All of the women wore them where I grew up. Soft clingy dresses that molded around the thighs when they walked and swished with the movement of their hips. You could never tell whether they had pants on or not because the cotton kept their secret. He gets in trouble with one young girl when he touches her breast, which leads to tension between himself and the aunt who is taking care of him. But they talk their troubles out in a frank discussion about masturbation, and then-- surprise!!--she shows him a thing or two with her hands: 'I've never watched a young guy jerk off,' she confided. Her soft hand slid beneath my balls, holding them like fragile crystal. 'Is that what the guys call it now? Jerking off?' 'Yes,' I hissed. This story was explicit but sweet, a little unstructured, but with lots of nostalgia for an earlier, more innocent time. And then there are those cotton dresses. I'm fond of wearing them myself. Chambers Conference [A+] Where posted: ASSGM When posted: 1/11/98 Author: Marc Tremaine Address: tremaine@mindspring.com The last story I read by this author was "Quest," a fantasy about two warriors and the dragons they hunt. It won a Cyrrheal Award, and deservedly so, but this story was even better, and about a world no less exotic: that of law. In a small-town courthouse (with a decidedly Atticus Finch flavor) a court battle is being fought. The narrator is a smartass lawyer from the big city, and he and the distinguished local judge are constantly duking it out on the floor. After one too many objections the judge calls him into his chamber for a private conference, which I guess is normal in courts of law. But what a surprise the lawyer gets when he finds the judge's two aides, one of which is the judge's son, ready to fuck him, and the tall, distinguished judge joins in later himself. This story was as gleefully perverted as "Santa and the Brewster Boys" and gave no quarter at all to the dignified positions of those in the law profession. If you're one of those people who are convinced lawyers are out to screw everyone, well, you're right. After you read this, I guarantee you will never watch "Perry Mason" or any courtroom drama with a straight face again. Tight Security [A] Where posted: ASS When posted: 1/11/98 Author: Nick Address: nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk If this story has a theme song, it would be the Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby." A fat. balding security guard barely looks up from his newspaper when a cleaning lady comes to vacuum. But when she lets him know she wants to have sex, he's more than eager. Afterwards she wait for a kind word, a final touch. But he has nothing to give. The pair go on their separate ways, the encounter heartbreaking for the insignificance of it all. This story is the second story by Nick I've read, and it's a great improvement over the first, showing a writer who has found a unique voice. Altogether, a thoughtful exploration of the quiet desperation of everyday lives. Comments to: ladycyrrh@aol.com Website---> http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----