Message-ID: <20760eli$9903240426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: LadyCyrrh@aol.com Subject: The Annex Reviews, 3/23/99 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: <6bfb209e.36f870a8@aol.com> X-Is-Review: yes I don't always have time for a lengthy intro, as my life is pretty busy. Hah, like you guys really want to read one anyway. About the teenage/exploitation/performance art thread on ASSD which I have been following in a cursory way: I repeat, it's very easy to be fooled by anyone posing as anyone else in cyberspace, if they are a good writer and have an understanding of human nature. There are many people out there with time on their hands who like pulling a fast one on other human beings. It adds to their feelings of power and invulnerability, I suspect. So be careful, and act accordingly. I also suggest being careful about writing to anyone you suspect is underage, that is under 18. If parents or guardians catch wind of it, and trace your email address, you could wind up in a lot of trouble, especially if the teen goes missing or is involved in some other trouble. Be smart, people. The stories: Refreshment, by Prufrock 54 (M/F horror) Hi Bill, by Spoonbender (M/F SF, mecha, satire) Cyber Fun, by Velvet Rose (M/F cybersex) Mannequin, by Bongo70 (M/b SF, robot) David's Toy, by Duddy Woolenside (M/F BDSM) 3 Million, by ViragoBlue (M/F corporate sex) Bridaled Date, by Timothy Riesling Betticut (TG, BDSM) The Runt and the Lord, by Y Lee Coyote (M/b, spank, SF) Refreshment [A] Where posted: ASS When posted: 3/16/99 Author: Prufrock54 Address: prufrock54@my-dejanews.com A laid-off factory worker spends his days getting drunk and feeling sorry for himself. He catches the neighbor's teenage daughter sneaking a beer and blackmails her into giving him a blow job, which makes him feel like even more of a shit. Finally, he goes for a drunk drive one night and sails off a bridge into a river. This was not a pretty story; it was more horror than erotica, dealing with the dark side of sex and self-worth and the feelings involved. The author is an excellent writer, reminding me a little of Uther Pendragon. My only complaint was that the piece should have had more of a resolution than it did. All the other pieces were in place, so it seems a shame for the story to end abruptly the way it did. Hi Bill [A+] Where posted: ASS When posted: 3/16/99 Author: Spoonbender Address: Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk I picked up this story from Spoonbender because I thought it would be some sarcastic British commentary on the president's troubles. Instead, it turned out to be a spoof of a marketing email exchange in a new genre I'll call mechasex. Spoonbender--and several other writers in the SF/BDSM mode, such as Don Quixote-- seems to specialize in these tales, which revolve around futuristic adult toys that are used to turn women into high-tech sex machines. The machine connection is vital to our understanding of these tales; like a polished Sorayama robot girl or a shiny RX-7 they have a coldness to them, a glossy fetishization, and a geeky gee-wow adolescent fascination with things mechanical. They're also lots of fun. I get the feeling the authors of these stories wouldn't mind a bit swapping places with their mechanized female victims. The story concerns a firm's efforts to market a mechanical nipple-and-clit stimulation device for women. Told in email form, it details the creation of one campaign aimed at males, one at females: Then the hard sell. We thought of hitting them with having their own tropical love affair. With no unseemly strings attached or any other nasty little side effects. They can set it from seduce to rape, whatever trips their trigger. They could even set it to automatic and then tie themselves up with our new timelock handcuffs. It might even provide a boost to sales of these. This was an authentic--almost too authentic--sendup of the marketing world every bit as good as last years' "I am Mike's Dick" which, as you remember, took on the world of television production. Intelligent satire with a chrome-plated finish. Cyber Fun [D] Where posted: ASS When posted: 3/16/99 Author: Anonymous Poster: Velvet Rose Address: velvetrose@my-dejanews.com This story was billed as "a copy of two dialogues between a girl and two guys via an "Instant Message." I'm going to assume the "author" is one of the aforementioned three and not the poster, as "Velvet Rose" is too classy a moniker for the bathroom-stall scribblings contained therein...which is sex at its most basic, full of heartfelt warblings like: Big Boy: yesss Baby Grrl: ready to cum? Big Boy: almost suck me a little more Baby Grrl: i stop you and take your cock in my mouth Baby Grrl: i make my way back to your balls Big Boy: mmm yes Baby Grrl: i suck on them and jack you off It's also sex at its most banal and boring. It's like watching two houseflies go at it, with misspellings. Or is that housewives? Skip this. Almost anything you pick up on ASS will be better. Mannequin [A-] Where posted: ASSGM When posted: 3/12/99 Author: Bongo 70 Address: bongo70@hotmail.com A gay man is given a robot by his friend that is a simulacrum of a teenage boy. He is delighted with this new toy, particularly its stamina: "His crotch sprang against my elevated cheeks, driving his long swollen member at piston speed. I expected him to be finished after his first ejaculation, but he continued until there were four more." He concludes the kid must be a real teenager. But the next morning, he discovers the truth. This story was shorter than the usual ASSG fare--almost a sketch- -with a childlike but inventive quality to the writing that suggested English was not the writer's native language. The effect of a translation, in other words. This gave the story a sweet, haunting quality even though its subject matter--the love object unmasked as a robot--wasn't exactly original. David's Toy [B+] Where posted: ASS, ASSM When posted: 3/16/99 Author: Duddy Woolenside Poster: DickRacy Poster Address: DickRacy@netscape.net A dom guy waits for a session with his sub date, who arrives ten minutes late due to bad traffic. "You'll pay later for disobeying me," says he, and orders her to strip. Conveniently, she's wearing not wearing any underwear except for a garter belt and stockings, which makes me wonder if she planned the delay. What follows next is a D/S and bondage session on the dining room table with some pretty hot sex, almost a primer for What To Do With Your Groveling Subbie. I liked the sex in this piece, but as a story, it was ill-defined. Though set in the "real" world (that is, not in some dungeon in never-never land) it was never clear if the woman was a voluntary participant in a mutual game or if the man was just ordering her around, as some men undoubtedly fantasize about doing (and some women fantasize about obeying.) The story also fell short in the characterization department, which brings up the point of just how much characterization is needed for a stroke story. The details that were given about Carol and David--the happy twosome in the story--served only to clutter it up and detract from the sex that was there. It all seemed a bit silly. So I say names aren't necessary at all; he and she will do. That said, as stroke and stroke only this was pretty good. A nice effort. 3 Million [A-/B+] Where posted: ASS, ASSM When posted: 3/10/99 Author: ViragoBlue Address: mdmvirago@aol.com Like the above this story was stroke, but it had a little more ambition. A female advertising executive ("Her legs were long and lightly muscled and she kept the triangle of hair between her thighs closely shaved. Her waist was narrow and taut and her breasts were a luscious size 36D with nipples the color of cafe au lait") lusts after her male secretary AND a male client who happens to be president of a lingerie company. He sends her a sample of his wares and when a meeting happens between the three lady boss is inspired by the champagne to model it for them. Afterwards there's some awkwardly introduced three-way sex on the meeting room floor: Josh gulped and Jack just stared. Jack sipped his wine and watched as Josh stepped a little closer to Jade. "You can vouch for what? That you are a sex starved animal? Hmmm...while that is a tantalizing thought, Jade, I'm afraid it is Jack and I who are the sex starved animals at this point. Speaking for myself I would have to say that I would . . . quite frankly . . .like to fuck you until you faint." He shrugged with a nonchalance that made her want to rip his clothes off right there and show him how to fuck. If the prior story was written from a male's point of view, this one was definitely female. The perfect, buffed yuppies ogle each other droolingly in their designer suits; sex is always erect in their minds, in spite of the tension involved in negotiating a multi-million ad campaign, which made the whole thing amusingly silly in a gung-ho romance novel kind of way. I don't mean Barbara Cartland here, I mean the kind of paperback romances that are trash and proudly advertise themselves as trash, with the Fabio-clone covers and lurid blurbs on the back. You can say it was a bit beyond belief that a discreet woman of "sophistication and high moral character" would strip and lather on the come-ons after a few glasses of bubbly, or that this sex- avoiding businesswoman was nevertheless creaming continuously from the start of the story, but hey, romances are a bit beyond belief anyway. Not exactly my cup of tea--a bit TOO silly--but it's a nice bridge between fluff and porn, and unique for that reason. Bridaled Date [B] Where posted: ASS When posted: 3/16/99 Author: Bill Address: stdity@flash.net A young man house-sitting for his sister and her roommate raids the girls' closets and makeup drawers to turn himself into a trannie femme fatale. Unfortunately his fantasy is interrupted when a studly businessman drops by who mistakes him for his sister's roommate. The naive young cherry is then whisked off to a BDSM club where he's tied, drugged and plugged in various ways, including being dressed as a bride in bondage: Four flounced crinolines dropped from his waist over his two tiered bustle down to the floor and accentuated each shaky step. He wore a sort of diaphanous boudoir jacket on top... the thing dripped with clear lace. It had a ruffled high stand-up collar, full diaphanous sleeves ending in a flourish of organza ruffles at the cuffs. It dropped totally open in the front to reveal the top and front of his corset. A wide white satin ribbon had been tied around his waist as a belt to join the crinolines that formed his skirt with the jacket and bustier. It was tied into a large floppy bow at back, its ends teeming to the floor. As with many TG stories the fashion show took precedence over the sex and the feelings of the characters involved, and while interesting, this didn't make it very involving. The story also suffered from round-robin syndrome in that each chapter seemed to have been penned by a different author, which added to the general lack of cohesiveness; the male lead's name and gender wobbled around between Jerry, Gerry, he, she, and "the blonde." In sum, silly as the one above and tailored for its audience, but lacking in the technical department. The Runt and the Lord [B+/B] Where posted: ASSGM When posted: 3/21/99 Author: YLeeCoyote Address: YLeeCoyote@Juno.com Website: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Chelsea/9880 The world of Arcturus-7 is split into two classes of humanoid beings: lords and chattel, with the chattels being looked upon as intelligent animals to serve the needs of the lords. All this was carefully explained in the preface to this story as stage-dressing for some science fiction fun ala "The Journals of Kennet R'yal Shardik." Runt, an undersized runaway chattel, is claimed by a lord and set to work in his stable. He sneaks out to go swimming one night with another boy but is caught, and as punishment the lord spanks him and fucks him on a horse...bareback in more than one sense of the word. The idea for this story was interesting, but there was too much "tell" and not enough "show"-- I felt like I was reading a description of a neat story and not the story itself. I'd advise the writer to picture the events in his mind, project himself into a character, then write the events as they actually "happen" to him, not as a summary. Comments to: ladycyrrh@aol.com Website---> http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----