Message-ID: <19906eli$9902140443@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Nick Subject: Rosetta by Nick (M/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <3.0.1.32.19990213121002.007ab990@pop3.demon.co.uk> Rosetta by Nick (Copyright: nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk Feb 1999) Note that this story is provided free for entertainment. You may copy it and distribute to friends but you may not make money from it or any part of it without my agreement, nor must you claim it as your own. This story is copyrighted to me (Nick) and I ask you to observe that. This story is of an adult nature, containing some sexually explicit scenes. I do not intend either for me or the reader to break the law in any country where it may be read, and so if for any reason the law of your country forbids you from reading adult literature, do not read any further. Having completed number 310 of her series of reviews, Celeste hit the send button and leaned back, with a sigh of satisfaction. In the old days she had started reviewing internet erotica as an antidote to marking the semi-literate essays of the children she taught. These were barely more scholarly but at least the content was more interesting. Nowadays most of what she read was reasonably accomplished literature, and she could relax her teachers instinct to correct grammatical and spelling errors and actually enjoy the subject matter far more. The reviews were an open secret between her and her husband. He had married a good Catholic girl whose virginal innocence he cherished. As a "man of the world" he had introduced her to various carnal delights, and had found himself quite charmed at how she had taken to his teaching, while at the same time retaining her air of religious irreproachability. At some point she had started to turn the tables and it was she who had begun to take the initiative and actually to teach him a thing or two. He had, on several occasions caught her exploring her own body and masturbating, sometimes with the aid of sex toys, other times while reading a story in a magazine or, more recently, downloaded from the Internet. When questioned about this she had simply returned an enigmatic smile. It was the same when she started her reviews. She never explicitly showed him the stories, though that didn't stop him reading some of them, together with her comments. She always avoided discussing them with him. "Will you ever tire of these stories?" he asked her thoughtfully as she sat, naked, astride his chest. She laughed, edging forward. "Will you ever tire of this?" and he found his mouth pressed into her crotch. The best way to avoid suffocation in these situations was to use his tongue for all he was worth and so he worked it expertly between her lips and slid it up and down her slit until she suddenly broke free, breathing hard. "No," he panted, regaining his equilibrium, "but that's a little different, don't you think?" "Mmmm, how so?" and she slid down his body, leaving a snail trail over his chest and belly, until her face was above his. "This is the actual experience. One never tires of that, but there is after all, only a limited number of ways one can write about that experience." She began to kiss him. "Ever heard of plot?" and she carried on kissing him with little pecks on the lips, "and character… an infinite variety really." "Mmm - but you know the.. mm.. early stories… mmwah.. you wouldn't give… mmm... those house room now, would you." "Oh, I don't know," and she moved further down his body now, her pussy seeking out his thrusting penis, "some of them have their charm, but it's true…" and she manoeuvred her folds over his head, her voice becoming strained, "stories I thought were great at the time pale in the light of some of those coming down the track… Aaaah!" and with that she impaled herself on him, her body writhing exotically. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on his next question in order to ward off his impending orgasm. Celeste could read his body like a book, and pulled away just before he reached the point of no return. "Oooh!" he moaned and lay back panting. "So…" he fought to control his breathing, "so where does it all end? Do the stories just keep getting better and better ad-infinitum, or…" "You don't ever give up do you!" and with that she sat right back down on him, so that his glistening penis penetrated deep inside her. This time there was to be no mercy and she pumped away at him until she felt his convulsing orgasm take control of any thought processes that might still be lurking in his head. "Hmm," she murmured, lying beside him now, running her fingers through his hair as he slept. "The ultimate erotic story, eh?" and she rolled onto her back staring at the ceiling. The story to end all stories. Was such a thing possible? It would certainly be quite something if it were, but how could a single story render all others superfluous? It would have to connect with all her fantasies and feelings, yet it would also perpetually need to introduce her to new ideas so that she could come back to it again and again, each time reading it afresh. It was true there were some books that did that for her, that she never tired of re-reading, but so far most of the ASS erotica had constituted a once only read. If she had read the story more than once it was to remind herself of its content for reviewing purposes, or maybe on rare occasions to re-kindle old pleasures. As a young student she had learned of the Rosetta Stone. This was a tablet which allowed scholars to translate ancient Egyptian texts and thus unlock the secrets of the past. What if one of the ASS writers were now to present her with a story which unlocked for her the romantic secrets of her soul - an erotic Rosetta Stone. She was drifting into semi-consciousness now as sleep drifted upon her, and the idea swirled through her mind exaggerating the possibilities. At first, it seemed quite an exciting thought, but slowly the darker aspects started to creep in. She could become obsessed with the story, thinking only of when she could come home and read it again, when she should have been working, or anticipating when she could break free of her husbands love-making to go to it. There were other worries too. What of those times she had caught herself masturbating over a story she simply could never admit to even enjoying? What, in short, if the story unleashed the demons that she knew lurked deep within her, and ultimately destroyed her? No, her 'Rosetta Stone', may not be such a good thing after all. Eventually she slept. She awoke in the darkness bathed in sweat, her heart pounding. She had dreamt that she was bound naked to a chair while the black-clad priests of childhood held a story up in front of her. They were forcing her to read the words, despite her attempts to turn away. She knew that she must hide her arousal from them or they would torture her, and she knew that as soon as she started reading she would not be able to. It was no use. Her eyes were drawn to the page and as she read, the words had turned to fire in front of her, burning her and consuming everything. Stupid! It was a dream nothing more. She turned over and tried to sleep, but couldn't. The man she loved, the man who had planted those seeds of doubt within her, snored contentedly beside her. She wanted to wake him and talk to him, but she didn't really now what to say. Not that it mattered, he would always be kind and understanding, she just didn't want to deprive him of his beauty sleep. She got up and went to fetch some water. As she passed the study she was drawn by the blackness of the dead computer screen. It flashed into life, as, on a whim, she went in and switched it on. She waited impatiently for the boot process to finished and then checked her mail. There was one message: "New Story to Review - 'Rosetta'" With a trembling finger she hit the "download" button… END E-mail Nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----