Message-ID: <19974eli$9902160446@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: David Wright Subject: {Bluewords} Celeste's Valentine Contest Entry Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 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: <19990216034514.24614.rocketmail@send203.yahoomail.com> {Bluewords} Why Did Celeste Go Away (M/F) Here's my entry into the Celeste's Valentine Contest. Fondly, for Celeste, even though she never reviewed any of my stuff. :) Normal warnings apply, although there's nothing in here that isn't in the Starr report. You're under 18, you go away now. It's copyright by me, so nobody can do anything with it without my permission. This permission is given to the contest runners, Apuleius and Homer Vargas, and Celeste, of course, although I'd appreciate they not try to make any money off of it (like that could happen), unless they cut me in, too. This is fiction. Made up, not real. Characters are made up, too, and if they seem like somebody you know, you're wrong. Why did Celeste Go Away? by BlueWords She was sitting, as usual, in front of the computer. "Celeste, honey, come to bed." "Okay, just finishing up reading this story." He knew she wasn't going to come to bed for a while, so he got up and went to see what she was reading. "What are you looking at?" he asked, standing behind her kneading her shoulders and letting his hands wander under her T-shirt, down her chest to her breasts. She moaned a little when he rubbed her nipples, squirming under the attention, but she continued to read her computer screen. "It's a story," she began, her breath a little labored now, "from a newer writer on the newsgroup. His alias is BlueWords, but his name is apparently David." "What's special about it?" He was trying hard to distract her from her screen, and only partially succeeding. "Well, it's not the best thing I've ever read, but it is pretty good. He's gotten a lot better since he first started out here. His first few pieces were technically okay, but lacked emotion. He's getting better at it though. I think humor is his strong point. He's written some amusing stories." He noticed that she seemed a little upset about the humorous story she was reading. "If it's funny, why aren't you laughing." "Well, I -" A tear rolled down her cheek. "What, honey, what is it?" He stopped his massage and squatted down beside the chair, gently taking her hand. "He, he improved without my help." Her husband was confused now. "I don't understand." "I never reviewed any of his stories in the CR. But, still, he got better. He seems to have gotten a little help from Teresa, but he's doing well on his own." "What's wrong with that?" "Nothing, except, it means my work here is done." He still didn't quite understand, and she must have noticed his puzzled look. "I've raised the level of alt.sex.stories," she explained. "There is a lot of good writers out there now. When I started, you'd be lucky to find anything where most of the words were spelled right. If the man had the penis and the woman a vagina, it was technically accurate. But now, there are just tons of good stories out there, and people are getting better all the time. I mean, look how far people have come, like Janey, or BitBard, or Uther, or Sven or Michael D, Taria, M1ke Hunt, Crimson Dragon -" He interrupted her. "Okay, I get the point. You've done well. What's the problem? I thought you'd be happy about that." "It means I'm no longer needed. I mean, if someone like BlueWords can improve like this without any help from me... It's time for me to go." "Go?" "To leave the alt.sex groups. Let someone else carry on the legacy. I need to bow out, just like others have done before me. While I'm still on the top. I mean, this BlueWords writes reviews, too. Of course, no where near as good as mine, but..." "Okay, okay, you can quit tomorrow, just come to bed now." Reluctantly, Celeste turned off her computer. Her husband comforted her the best way he knew how, by making mad, passionate love to her. It distracted her for a while, but, lying naked in her arms in the afterglow, he could tell she was still thinking about her problem. "I'm not sure how to do it," she said suddenly, staring at the ceiling. "I think you did it fine," he answered. "No, silly, I mean, how do I tell them all I'm quitting?" He thought a while. Then, he said, "Why not tell them your computer crashed? Hard drive, poof! Can't recover easily. Backups from weeks ago. You're real busy at work, too. It just brought everything to a head, so you're not sure when you'll be back." "I don't know, do you think they'll buy it?" "Sure. I mean, it is kind of a lame excuse, look at how cheap drives are these days. But they'll believe it. At first, they'll expect you back someday. Then weeks and months go by and you don't show up, they'll figure it was something just like those others, Kim, M1ke Hunt, Taria, you know. Real life gets in the way." "I guess you're right. I'll do it in the morning." She reached down and started to fondle his penis, quickly getting it hard again. "In the meantime, maybe you could comfort me some more?" she said, smiling. "Always willing to help," he replied. Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----