Message-ID: <25674asstr$965535013@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: LadyCyrrh@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} The Annex Reviews, 8/5/00 Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2000 00:10:13 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail X-Is-Review: yes Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.d Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, dennyw The Annex Reviews, 8/5/00 by Lady Cyrrh (ladycyrrh@aol.com) Website: http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh OR http://home.aol.com/ladycyrrh The stories: Heaven in Leather (Knobbie Knobbs): M/F, cons, motorcycles Dear Agent Stanton (Jimmy Hat): M/f teen, mast, cybersex Ice (Margie Donnadieu): M/F, anal, pickups Had to Happen (bjcochran): M/M, cons, Star Trek Website Review: Number 6 Heaven in Leather [A] Where posted: ASSM When posted: 7/18/00 Author: Knobbie Knobbs Address: nobby.nobbs@virgin.net Website: http://e_space.tripod.com/tales/rom.html I love the name of this author. Even though he says it's inspired by a character in a fantasy book, I can't help but seeing...other things. The story started out like a standard "this really happened to me" first person tale, but soon rose above it, taking the reader along for a smooth, seductive ride. A guy sees a beautiful woman in skin-tight red leather on a motorcycle, and is naturally attracted: I couldn't get the thought of that woman on the Suzuki out of my head and I was troubled by an annoying erection. Eventually had to beat off in the bog. I would have preferred to satisfy my needs with one of the girls working on the checkouts, but even if I had the authority to get them a few minuets break, I doubted any of them would have obliged me. As I was locked in the cubicle, cock in hand, I was hoping nobody would come in and catch me. I didn't know how long it was going to take me to come, having already done so once that day. In fact I shot off really quickly, and powerful, healthy squirts they were, too. He discovers she works at a local bank, and seeing her in a prim skirt and sweater, he's suddenly awkward. But she becomes the aggressor, casually inviting him out for a spin and an innocent ""Fancy a walk?" in a deserted field...where the narrator finally gets his desire, and a mildly nasty trick. In sum, very well done for a short, basic M/F tale. Dear Agent Stanton [A] Where posted: ASSM When posted: 7/26/00 Author: Jimmy Hat Address: jimmy@jimmy-hat.com Website: http://www.jimmy-hat.com Jimmy Hat has written a humorous series of stories about Federal agents Stanton and Maytag, who investigate web crimes of a sexual nature. The previous story I read, "Unexceptional" had them investigating a poster on swingers' message boards who claims to be a well-hung black man available for interracial threesomes; instead of playing, though, he robs the hapless couple who solicited him. "Unexceptional" veered off into amusing territory when the two agents set up a sting to trap him and attract a real well-hung black man, who is out to prove that size doesn't matter, skill does. "Dear Agent Stanton" handles the same sort of material: sexual cliches that are turned around, but are still arousing. A teenage girl writes to the two agents for help, claiming entrapment by a "weird" guy she's been swapping bits with in an online chat room, even though what he says to her is simply sage advice ("He says it's always been that way, that girls mature faster than guys and that the boys just can't handle it sometimes.") The girl's post-feminist cluelessness and naivete is amusing at first ("He starts talking about stuff like the "madonna-whore complex", and it's weird, because that sounds like some sort of MTV weekend") then oddly spooky -- and arousing -- when talk turns toward sex, and she turns out to be not a virginal young thing, but a Grade-A Slut too dim to realize the primal bimbodom of her nature: I shook my ass a little bit and heard him taking pictures but he wasn't saying anything. "You still alive, Bill?" I asked. I turned back around and saw that he was alive, and so was the bulge in his khakis. I got a little inspired then and decided to thank Bill for his help and give Scott a real show at the same time. I unzipped his pants and started to blow him. Bill moaned a lot. I thought about pulling the vinyl underwear aside and letting him fuck me a little, but I could tell he was going to cum soon. I threw off the "Prom Queen" and stroked him until he came over my tits. I wasn't going to let him cum on my face, no matter how grateful I was. I had the feeling the story was asking the question, "Who's the real pervert here?" but I wasn't sure; the teen's adventures are depicted a bit too lovingly for a nasty parody on the order of, say, Assmaster McStuff's "Girl Talk," which also featured cybersex complete with orders. Though it's obviously *some* sort of parody. Still, it was a worthy read, and the author has an excellent ear for depicting contemporary teens (though I'm not sure that teen boys would be as hot for facials as they are in the story.) Ice [B] Where posted: ASSM When posted: 7/18/00 Author: Margie Donnadieu Address: margie_donnadieu@yahoo.com This story, which is very short (about 750 words) is a stream-of- consciousness narration from a woman in her 30s, a counselor, who ploughs through a string of unfulfilling relationships and one-night- stands without really knowing why, and without connecting with any of her partners. She makes references to a witch in an old folktale who was entombed in ice for seducing other women's husbands, and the story's conceit is that the narrator identifies with her: she too seduces other women's men, and is cursed by the frostiness of her feelings. This wasn't quite a sex story, which celebrates sex (even if it's harmful sex) -- it's more an anti-sex story, or a therapy story, which some psychologists encourage patients to write as a means of dealing with their negative experiences. As such, I didn't exactly find it sexy, or felt it said anything new about a woman's sexual feelings, as the narrator seemed to have no feelings at all. As such, I can't rate it very highly, even though the writing was OK and it was organized well. Had to Happen [B/B+] Where posted: ASCEM When posted: 7/25/00 Author: Bridget Cochran Address: bjcochran@aol.com Tom Paris and Chakotay are fucking like monkeys when Chakotay gets a bad feeling. Specifically, "...a horrible, horrible feeling about what was going to happen. That this was the last time for a long time. Maybe forever. He didn't want to think that way, but nothing in the Maquis was permanent except anger, and a niggling dread. " A day later, poor Tom flies into a Starfleet ambush and gets arrested, leaving Chakotay, we presume, coldcocked. The story was short but all the slashy elements were there: the jar of lube, the enthusiastically described but somehow clinical sex, the lack of emotional context, the sound-bite dialogue. As such, I got frustrated with it. On the whole I enjoy Treksmut, but just once, I'd like a little more background and more hard work and sweat on the part of the authors. But hey, I could say the same thing about a lot of ASS porn. Website Review: Number 6 Address: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/number_6/www/ Owner: Number 6 Date reviewed: 7/30/00 The identity of this writer seems to have been inspired by the lead character of the 60s British spy show "The Prisoner" in which a secret agent who knows too much about certain things is banished to a mysterious island where he's constantly tested, psychologically, to find out which enemies he's talked to and what he's let spill. It was a product of the Cold War and swingin' London both, and it was a lot of fun. In retrospect, it was also pretty kinky, as the hero was beaten, tied up, and tortured a lot. However, the fantastic influence of the show seems to have extended only to the author's name, as the stories were rooted in the mundane world rather than the fantastic. Most were on the short, compact side (under 1,000 words) and written in a stream-of-consciousness way...slice-of-life, in other words, the erotic equivalent of a quickly taped "confessional" on a TV virtual-reality show. I picked six stories for my review, out of a catalog of 36. All had cryptic one-word titles. In "Pear" the narrator falls in lust with a co-worker with a taste for the juicy fruit, but she's more interested in fucking his cubicle-mate, while in "Evangelists" the narrator is obsessed enough with a girl that he joins her church. In "Arrogance" and "Vows" a woman wavers between her husband and another flame, in its gender opposite, "Hell," a man fucks the slutty daughter of a slutty ex-girlfriend he knew years before, and suffers for it. In "Tiger" it's a lobbiest's lust for a senator; trying to climb the rungs, she fucks his aide. If there's a theme to them, it's voyeurism, observation, and indecisiveness. The characters exhibit contradictory sexual behavior, but don't know why, and if you could ask them about it, they'd probably go "Huh? I do? Well, no big deal." The stories were an easy read, and I had the feeling they were dashed off very quickly. Though the writing was OK, they were missing a certain...something. The tone was straightforward, almost journalistic, but the characters had neither a plot or character development, and no conclusions were reached either by them or the author about the outcomes of their behavior. This made the stories ultimately unsatisfying for me; I found the sexy parts neither erotic (sensual description) or particularly hot (sordid, porny description). In fact they were rather flat, the style reminiscent of certain progressive 70s fiction where characters "ball" and "fuck" in a deadpan way to show us how cool and un-hungup they are. "Tiger" came the closest to being a fully developed story, but even that felt truncated, undeveloped...a sketch of a story rather than the story itself. To be fair the author called these "quick sketches to buckets of paint thrown large against a canvas...products of a deranged mind, where fantasy and reality, delusion and experience rip each other's clothes off and fuck in a giant orgy of uncontrolled primal lust or stare at each other, unrequited, across a crowded room" which means, I guess, that they are of a throwaway nature, but the fact that I read four of them two weeks before writing this, and had to look again at the printouts to refresh my memory as I'd forgotten them completely, doesn't bode well for being a writer who wants to grab people by the throat. In sum, the website was OK, competent but slightly disappointing. But if you want some quick reads you could do worse than this. Interface: B+ Content: B/B+ Will I visit again: Probably not. ________________________________________________________________ Comments to: ladycyrrh@aol.com Website---> http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+