From: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Celeste's Top 15 for May (1/2) Date: 12 Jun 1996 12:37:28 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 264 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4pmro8$i53@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:161441 Celeste's Top 15 Stories - May 1996 (1/2) I'm going to be a little late with CR 90. In the interim, you may like to check out some of these top stories from May. Since many readers would like to read the top stories for each month, I would appreciate it if authors would repost as many of these stories as possible. If you wish, you can label them as Celeste's #x for May : Name of Story. Here's the list: 1. "The Gathering" by Patrick Donovan 2. "Cleave It To Beaver" by MrNatural 3. "Library of Congress" by Mark Aster 4. "Awakenings" by Annette 5. "Meeting Shirley" by The Observer 6. "A Day on the Bay" by Joe Parsons 7. "A Night at Suzy's" by Mark Aster 8. "Commencement" by Vickie Tern 9. "Among Friends" by Mark Aster 10. "Midnight Symphony" by D.A. Ignatius 11. "Under the Table" by DOLFAN353 12. "Temptation" by D.A. Ignatius 13. "For Celeste" by Grammaticus 14. "Reasons" by Wollstonecraft 15. "One of Those Days" by Delta Here are the stories in alphabetical order: "Among Friends" by Mark Aster (MyFrThAl@aol.com). "Warm naked female skin presses against my palms in the darkness. She kisses me again, and her breasts are smooth and soft and tender against my chest. I wonder who she is?" Earlier that evening Our Hero had been with the two beautiful Allen sisters and two of their female friends. The two friends were obviously in love with each other, and the lustful ambiance caused Our Horny Hero to slip away with Pat for some private passion. After he and Pat have punched each other's tickets and have fallen asleep, Our Hero is vaguely awakened by the naked presence of a person who makes tender love to him. As he drifts back to sleep, he imagines who she might have been. Actually, he could figure it out by waking up completely and thinking logically. But the images are all so sweet that he hates to give any of them up. It could have been Julie rising quietly from the other side of the bed and making love to him in the darkness, struggling to suppress her usual orgasmic screams. It could have been Rachel creeping from Ariana's side and coming down the stairs, coming to him and giving herself to him for old times' sake. Or, most erotic of all because most unfamiliar, it could have been red-haired Ariana impaled on his cock, her small breasts bouncing as she rode him to orgasm and he pulled her pale stiff nipples. Sleep overtakes him, and he falls happily into the arms of his unknown assailant, and Julie and Rachel and Ariana swirl naked around him in his mind, their eyes happy and their bodies flushed with sex. In his dreams Pat stands behind them all and runs her hands down over the curves of her body, and he quietly fucks them all in his flights of fancy until morning. I'd really like to know if guys find this story as erotic as I did! "Awakenings" by Annette. The young lady is a naive virgin who has just graduated from a Swiss finishing school. Her big turn on is the thought that when a man penetrates her for the first time it will be to shoot live ammunition at an unprotected target. She gets all churned up at the idea of totally unprotected sex with an even money chance of being put in the family way. When a rich guy she really likes comes on strong to her, she tells him her feelings and says she's just not quite ready yet. Naive? Well, sort of; but she certainly knows how to keep Alan at bay! She resolves to be a virgin when she marries Alan, but shortly before the wedding he gets called away for work for two months and she goes on a cruise. The cruise ship is a veritable stud farm; and she mates with the ships mate. Not to worry; he'll use a condom. Ooops! To hell with the condom; he'll withdraw. Ooops! To hell with withdrawal; he has a supply of the RU 462 morning after pill. Ah! Ecstasy (or Ecstacy, as the Brits say); ten straight days and nights of ecstasy. Ooops! If you've never seen an RU 462 pill, I guess it's easy to confuse them with Relaxatabs. The story has minor proofreading errors; but if I managed to ignore them, you can probably do so as well. Here is a lesson from the English teacher that lies hidden inside me. Comedians and newscasters frequently talk about oxymorons. They give as examples "military intelligence," "governmental efficiency," and "honest lawyer." It may be funny to refer to these as oxymorons, because the speaker is suggesting that the military is inherently unintelligent, the government inefficient, and lawyers dishonest. The problem with those examples is that they are better examples of humor than of oxymorons. This author uses a true oxymoron when the protagonist sees her first engorged penis and refers to as "how beautifully ugly!" That's a perfect oxymoron. I once heard the person behind me at a wedding refer to the bride's "utterly ugly beauty" - making the point that the extreme artificiality of her makeup was not beautiful at all. There's a famous Latin expression: "festina lente" - make haste slowly, or as Yogi Berra put it, "Take your time; but hurry up!" A genuine oxymoron makes a point. In the story, the idea is that the male sex organ fully engorged with blood is really pretty grotesque if you look at it objectively; but if you look at it from the potential pleasure it can give, it's beautiful. This is such a great example; I want so much to use it as an example with my students, but I guess I had better not. American middle class manners; now there's an oxymoron for you! Even aside from the oxymoron, the sexual scenes were delightfully graphic. I strongly recommend this story. "Cleave It To Beaver" by MrNatural (an351140@anon.penet.fi). "Ward, I think you were a little rough on the beaver last night." June Cleaver has made that statement many times in television reruns, but note that this time "the beaver" is not capitalized. As you may have guessed, this story is an irreverent treatment of "Leave It to Beaver." "Sorry, June. But when a man feels really special about a woman, even his wife, sometimes he has to express it in ways that are a little decisive." I'll bet he was carrying his pipe and wearing a sweater when he said that! "It's just the right thing to do and I know we all feel better when you do the right thing." This story alleges that The Beave was named after his father's beaver cleaver. This story makes lots of interesting allegations. And what does this mean? "I've told you boys about eating wieners when you don't know where they've been. Maybe I should go up and give Beaver that lesson." You can well imagine that Eddie Haskell will have something obsequious to say to June, and I won't go into that here - except to say that June finds it ironic to think of all the times Ward has called Eddie a little prick. This is an extremely good example of a sexual parody. DO NOT READ THIS AT THE OFFICE COMPUTER, if you are the sort of person who has trouble explaining to your coworkers why you are laughing uproariously. The author does a wonderful job of making the characters stay in character while they do things that are completely out of character. It's enough to make me grant complete forgiveness for the several typographical errors I encountered. This story ends with a notation: "More will follow if response is good." I assure you - response will be good. And a little more will be good; but I urge this author not to try too much of a good thing. After a few more episodes, I'd like to see him go to work on some of the other popular sitcums. "Commencement" by Vickie Tern. The four pairs of husbands and wives have gathered at one of their houses to celebrate Super Bowl Sunday - the men in one room doing manly things like watching the game, drinking, belching, and making fun of their wives; and the women in a nearby room doing more cerebral things but hearing and being offended by the coarse discussion in the adjacent chamber. Something needs to be done to teach these assholes a lesson. So how do we get from what I've just described to "Commencement," the title of this story? The women develop a strategy to educate their husbands - not just to get even with them, but to rehabilitate them; and the completion of an educational program calls for a commencement. Hence the title. I'm not going to try to describe the entire rehabilitation program to you, except to say that it involves both hormones and careful training. And a butt plug - for those of you who know about such things. It's an ingenious program; read about it for yourself. The plan worked so well that one of the wives eventually began thinking she might rent her husband out as a call girl for perverts when the project was finished. The story is presented in the context of one woman talking to another. While telling the story, the narrator is functioning in a world in which stereotypical male and female roles have been reversed - for example, she's running the business that her husband used to operate, while she gives orders to an effeminate male secretary who is kind of dimwitted but functions well if she instructs him carefully and while her husband stays at home and keeps himself and the house pretty. The manuscript contains several typos, which I easily ignored. In addition, verb tenses were sometimes confused; but I assume the author was doing that on purpose to simulate the erratic conversational context in which the story was being presented. I have learned to expect from this author really clever plots with an eccentric feminist twist; and this story did not disappoint me. The plot is farfetched, but it's so crazy it just might work! The part I found hardest to believe was that the women could do this to their husbands without laughing in their faces. This is the fourth story I have read by this author, who has also written "Sooo Sweet," "Nice!", and "Girls' Night Out." I liked all three of the others better - but that's pretty high-class company! {I liked Julius Caesar best of all of Shakespeare's plays; but I wouldn't want him to feel that I was saying the plays he wrote after Caesar were "bad." Some acts are hard to follow.} My favorite has been "Nice!" What this one lacked was the surprise twists in the plot that I found in the earlier stories. Maybe I'm just catching on to the author's style and am not so easily surprised any more. One thing this author does extremely well is cover all the possible explanations for what is happening in an exceedingly complex plot; and she accomplishes this without making the story tedious. This is not a turn-me-on story; but it is a highly enjoyable, funny, thought-provoking tale. Another excellent story! "A Day on the Bay" by Joe Parsons (jmp@cyber-mall.com). The woman gets knocked overboard and is then rescued by the skipper of the craft. They are the only two on board. Since she might experience hypothermia, he undresses her and puts her into a dry sleeping bag. To share his warmth with her, he gets naked himself and climbs in with her. Eventually she expresses her gratitude to the skipper for saving her life, and then the ship's captain expresses his gratitude to her for expressing her gratitude. This is a very good story - especially for nautical people and for Baywatch fans - who will, of course, insert themselves and their favorite characters into the story line. "For Celeste" by Grammaticus (an541328@anon.penet.fi). This is the second poem that I know of that has been written about me. When I was back in high school, our junior English teacher required us all to write a poem. I wrote a (non-sexual) poem very much like this one, in which I poked fun at everyone in the class. Mrs. Jones (not her real name - I'm just being clever here) gave me "extra credit" for this "interesting doggerel" and told me to write a "real poem." She was a bright lady and may have changed her name to Grammaticus by now. Anyway, I enjoyed this delightful "poem," and I think you will too. I hope the author reposts it. You don't have to be the person to whom the verses are directed to enjoy a stanza like this: So write down what you do in your bed, Or the fantasies loose in your head. But don't make me read Of your doing the deed With children, your pets, or the dead. Here's the best writing advice I found in the poem: So write, then revise and rewrite, Avoiding whatever is trite. For not every cock Must be 'hard as a rock,' Nor every wet pussy be 'tight.' But this was a close second: Your scenes may be so damned intense Some readers may well take offense. But however you fashion Your tales full of passion, Make sure that your verbs don't change tense. I think Grammaticus took poetic license with some of my beliefs and opinions, but that's all right with me. I hope the author reposts this Celestiad. After all, as the Bard says: These stories can be helpful, too, For those who have no one to do. For boys monkey-spanking (The Brits call it 'wanking') And girls paddling their own pink canoe. "The Gathering" by Patrick Donovan (drwho@world.std.com). The man's lover has come from a distant city to visit him in Indianapolis. After he and Kathryn have made passionate love several times, another couple arrives unexpectedly for a visit. Kevin is a professional masseur, and his girlfriend is one of his best students. After the spend the evening out, they return to the apartment, where Kevin and Nancy offer to give Kathryn a massage. The narrator joins in, and the massage becomes much more than simple physical therapy - it becomes VERY physical therapy indeed. I'm not going to try to describe in detail the ensuing orgy - except to say that it's some of the hottest sex I've ever read. A potential turn-off to some readers (but not to me) is the fact that there's male/male sex as well as variations more common to group sex stories. I suggest that you just be open-minded and enjoy it, even if that's not your style; otherwise you'll miss a great story. (Continued in 2/2) From: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Celeste's Top 15 for May (2/2) Date: 12 Jun 1996 12:37:31 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 247 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4pmrob$i54@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:161442 Celeste's Top 15 Stories - May 1996 (2/2) (Continued from 1/2) "Library of Congress" by Mark Aster (MyFrThAl@aol.com). The title is a bit deceptive. The story doesn't take place in the Library of Congress, where activities like this are fairly common, but rather in a sub-basement of the medical law library where Julie goes to school. What do you suppose would happen if Our Hero and Julie were wrapping up a study session in a lonely library area, occupied only by the classical, bespectacled librarian and the gangly adolescent with the book cart? Just as you might expect, Julie seduces the librarian by giving her The Look. Then while Julie settles her overdue fines with the book kid on the study table, Our Hero does the silent serenade with the librarian among the stacks. It's very sexy stuff; this author is at his best when he's describing two couples copulating simultaneously. If synchronized sex ever becomes an Olympic sport, I want Mark Aster for my team's coach. "Meeting Shirley" by The Observer (observer@onramp.net). The man likes women who are a challenge: sexy, smart, classy, devious, and underhanded - with a whim of iron. As a favor to a friend, however, he agrees to take a frumpy young lady to dinner. After she changes clothes, she becomes beautiful - even enchanting, if non-French men would ever use that word. {Usually it works the other way, I'm told; beauty deteriorates geometrically during the first twelve hours - except near closing time. As one of my former professors used to say whenever he talked about nuances among synonyms: "She was a vision in the evening, and a sight in the morning."} Unfortunately, he has promised his friend not to seduce this young lady. The chemistry between them is obvious. I don't know when I have read so many hot lines before any sex has occurred. I think I once berated this author for dangling his modifiers. He has reformed almost completely - almost: "Alone at last with Shirley, my cock was making its presence known even more than it had numerous times during the day." Incidentally, if I were the author of this story, I would have gone with "Damn you Charlie" for its title. One problem I had with this story was that it ended a bit up in the air. The author starts a new subplot near the end and doesn't finish the first plot. However, he promises a continuation this week. A more serious problem may be that the author apparently intends to connect this story to his previous "The Photographer's Daughters." Unless he has some tricks I haven't thought of, I can't imagine how that would work. This is a much better story, and I don't see how the characters match up. "Midnight Symphony" by D.A. Ignatius (Darknites) (jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu). This story focuses on a loving couple who are spending a quiet evening together, listening to music and watching the rain fall. Initially sex is the farthest thing from their minds, but the peaceful and romantic ambiance and memories of the past eventually lead them to restful but passionate lovemaking. Nothing much happens, but this is a very good story; sometimes nothing much NEEDS to happen. As I read the story the music and the weather seemed to match the pace of the dancing and lovemaking. I identify very closely with the female narrator of this story; but you won't be able to figure out why (if you care) until the last paragraph of the story. In CR 84 I announced that I was reviewing the last of the DarkNites stories. I was wrong. Almost as soon as I wrote that sentence this additional DarkNites story arrived via a-mail. Maybe I'll get lucky and be wrong again! "A Night at Suzy's" by Mark Aster (MyFrThAl@aol.com). It's Orgy Night at Suzy's, and the gang has prevailed upon the local goddess of a.s.s. to bring some high quality stories from her extensive collection to read aloud as a mood setter. By coincidence the author of Celeste's Pick of the Week happens to be present; and as luck would have it, everyone likes everyone else and a good time is had by all. I have to admit that I am flattered to become part of such a hot evening of sex, but I want to assure you that flattery in no way influences my ratings. The author knows this, and I suppose that's why he toned down my sexuality a little. No offense taken. There's not much to say about this story: read it - you'll get your bang for your buck. This author follows a practice that few others follow. He writes his story, lets a couple of weeks pass, and then revises the story before he posts it. This takes discipline, but it is often worth it. I know Mark does this, because he sent me a copy of the draft three weeks ago, asking for permission to defame me in the way he has done in this story. "One of Those Days" by Delta (an248969@anon.penet.fi). I feel honored. Delta read my review of "Turn of the Cards" by RC, in which I compared that author's work to Deirdre's mind control stories. Delta pointed out to me that what Deirdre does well is to _not_ allow the reader to get a clear grasp of what is going on. Never does Deirdre tell how the mind control is being achieved. We can _guess_, but we never know. Deirdre does give subtle clues which point in certain directions; but the story can never actually be figured out - and that is the strength of writers like Deirdre and Sherwood Anderson. Once an author unveils a mechanism, be it hypnosis, a mind control machine, or simply the power of personality, the reader is open to skepticism. Deirdre, by dint of not explaining anything, avoids this. Her stories are very short; usually they are more vignettes than stories. They start in the middle, and they usually end in the middle, too. When reading many of Deirdre's stories, the reader is held by the same fascination as a person watching a train wreck. A "weak" character, by taking the easy path, becomes entangled in something which a show of will would have prevented. We think how easily such a thing could happen, all the while being repelled by the thought, yet fascinated as the character spirals downwards into the trap to which s/he has opened her/himself. The other thing about Deirdre's stories is that they often focus on "anal delights" which are still a bit taboo, and this raises the ante somewhat. Delta suggested that perhaps the anal aspect is a draw for me personally. Perhaps I have misled my readers. I DO enjoy anal sex; but it's not as if I take it up the ass every night. The fact that other people consider it to be a special taboo or a distinctive form of humiliation probably adds to the intimacy I share with my husband during our relatively rare but highly pleasant anal activities. Anyway, Delta has written a mind control story. I cannot tell you much about it, because a major part of your enjoyment will flow from trying to figure out what is happening. Read it and "enjoy" - as the story says in its concluding statement. "Reasons" or "You're a Real Contradiction, Ain't You?" by Wollstonecraft (an285729@anon.penet.fi). This story was inspired, in part, by an article in Psychology Today that outlined recent theories on the female orgasm. Don and Kathy are in love and want to have a baby together. As good luck would have it, they are married (to each other!), but as bad luck would have it, Don has to go out of town on business for a month just when Kathy knows she will be most fertile. Can this happy marriage survive this trauma? I know enough from watching "Days of Our Lives" to suspect that their marital bliss will be disrupted. Stay tuned for the next paragraphs! As soon as Don leaves, Kathy desperately misses him. To make matters worse, she has just stopped taking the pill; and so she is "more responsive," as her doctor, who displays Psychology Today along with Cosmopolitan and Readers Digest in his waiting room, put it. So when she finds herself getting horny watching a sexy show on television, she reaches for the vibrator and responds happily to its stimulation. As we fade to commercial, Kathy is recovering from the best orgasm she has had in the long week since Don has been absent. But wait! Something's gone berserk on my mental TV screen. People are humping, but that's not Don and Kathy! It's not even Bo and Hope or John and Marlena and/of Kristen! It's a bunch of primitive tribesmen and women! My mental TV screen has merged my soap opera with the Discovery Channel! I am reminded of those days back in the library of my Catholic school when the boys used to read National Geographic so that they could see the Naked Natives of Namibia. But I digress. A primitive woman is describing her difficulties getting pregnant. Not having a gynecologist or Psychology Today, she is acting on the theory that her infertility problem arises from the fact that her mating hole doesn't suck at her mate's skin staff the way other women's do. Neither Doctor Ruth nor Psychology Today could put it more elegantly. Now the story becomes a bit technical. The woman belongs to a tribe of hunters and gatherers. While she is out gathering and her several mates are elsewhere hunting, she is approached by a wanderer who is wandering and who fucks her in such a way as to make her mating hole suck quite vigorously at his skin staff. Now the men in the tribe no longer satisfy her; and the woman begins to wander while she gathers, looking for her wandering man. The Country Music Television channel is beginning to encroach on my already confused mental imagery! My mental TV image is fixed. I'm back with Kathy. She still misses Don, but she has joined her friend Sandy; and the two of them are going to a hot night spot together. So that they won't have to stand around waiting in line to get in, Kathy is dressed to kill. I'm back on the familiar turf of the American TV soap opera. The dialogue in the bar is again familiar: "Waiting for your husband?" The stranger's voice is deep and smooth and sends shivers down Kathy's spine. "No," she replies, aware that she might become a wanderer. "Waiting for me, then. Come dance with me." I'm on well-known ground now - As she spirals toward eternal damnation, Kathy again and again says no but means yes and the stranger fucks her brains out repeatedly and they both cum ecstatically and she's sure as hell going to be pregnant with this guy's baby. Poor Don! I have to talk to the cable company. We're back on the Discovery Channel again. The aboriginal woman has wandered and has found another man with a cock and stamina that legends are made of. He rams her so solidly that she knows for certain that she is now with child. I have to talk to the cable company; I am getting the picture from the Discovery Channel but the soundtrack from the porn channel - all I hear is grunting; these people don't even converse before or after mating. Once the guy gets her pregnant, the woman stops showing her old enthusiasm for sex and the man leaves her. I sense a transition back to ordinary TV. Back to normal! Kathy is acutely aware that she has been unfaithful to Don; but she can take consolation in the fact that this is an American soap opera and she is now pregnant with someone else's baby. Maybe she'll move to Salem or to Aramid. She's worried that Don will see the bruises that cover her body and suspect something has happened. I respond mentally: "Cut the guilt trip, honey. What do you think Donny Boy has been doing these past ten days?" But there's good luck: Don is going to be away for two weeks longer than planned; the bruises will heal, and he may never find out about Kathy's infidelity. All she has to do is lie a little and sleep with him. Yeah; that always works on the soaps. "But what about the baby?" you ask. And what if Sandy realizes she is in love with Don and blackmails Kathy or seeks lesbian fulfillment? That's all I'm going to tell you. You'll have to read the story yourself to find out who has whose baby and the answers to your other questions. My apologies to Wollstonecraft. This really is a creative story. As you can tell from the rating, I enjoyed it immensely. I wonder what that article in Psychology Today really said. "Temptation" by D.A. Ignatius (DarkNites) (jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu). "The CEO of Fieldbrook has to be at this charity ball." So says the husband. But the wife of the CEO would rather ball the CEO than go to the ball. Therefore, she tempts him at home before they leave for the festivities. He makes it to the ball and finds another beautiful woman coming on to him while he is at the podium - and he with his wife's lipstick barely dry on his cock! His wife wards off this predator and continues to flirt with her husband. But has she gone too far? She doesn't care if they are married; there is a limit to what it is legal to do under the eyes of a hundred people. A limit - but a very generous limit. She is so relieved that at least this isn't going to be a repeat of the Ladies Room Experience that she doesn't even mind when he tears off her panties and plunges into her in the room at the Regency. Based on personal experience, I have no problem believing that this story is very, very plausible. "Under the Table" by DOLFAN353 (dolfan353@aol.com). Charles has been having trouble with his fiancee. He is discussing the matter with the beautiful woman who has agreed to have lunch with him. "Did you ever hear of such a thing?" Charles says, while driving to the restaurant. "For two years we've had great sex. Now she wants to play this virgin thing and pretend that our wedding night will be our first time. I hope you don't think I am being too personal with you. It's just that you're pretty easy to talk to and I need a woman's perspective on this." They go to a quiet Italian restaurant, where they get an isolated table. Sally seduces him and gives him a discreet, five-minute hand-job under the table. Fortunately, Sally has already received her husband's permission to do this, as long as she tells him about it afterwards. The author concludes with a postscript asking to hear what women think of this story. This woman thought it was a very sexy. In real life I would LIKE to do something like this, but I won't - because other real people would be involved and would probably be hurt. On the other hand, I really don't think I'm a prude in this regard. I actually HAVE done almost exactly what this story says, only my husband was the other person at the table and I simply played the role of a very hot former coworker of his. No harm, no foul!