Path: newsfeed.direct.ca!nntp.teleport.com!netaxs.com!news-out.microserve.net!news-in.microserve.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!swrinde!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Celeste's Top 15 Stories - June (1/2) Date: 4 Jul 1996 19:44:30 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 406 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4rhl0u$dv6@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Status: N Celeste's Top 15 Stories - June 1996 (1/2) Note: Someone recently asked if I consider all types of stories for my Top 15 and Top 100 lists, or do I exclude certain genres? The answer is that I consider all types for these lists; but stories that are well written, have a good plot and character development, and appeal to me have the best chance of making the lists. To take an example, I myself find both rape and pedophile activity in real life to be repulsive; but stories of both genres have appeared on my lists. However, a rape story that suggests (without any information to support the notion) that most women like to be humiliated and raped would have little chance of making the list - because such a story would defy realistic logic. In addition, some stories that authors and readers feel represent "alternative lifestyles" are actually illiterate drivel - or at least not as well written as the stories that I put on my lists. My sampling strategy also makes a difference. For example, stories focusing on male-male sex are less likely than other stories to make my list simply because I don't read too many of them. As I recall, four of the top 100 stories for 1995 were specifically m/m stories. The problem is not that I find these stories morally repulsive or anything like that; I'm simply a busy person and can read and review only a limited number of stories - and so I read what people send me and what seems likely to turn me on. In short, I myself think I am fair and objective - and many readers seem to think so as well; but I'm sure somebody out there thinks I am biased against certain genres. Second Note: 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 June : Name of Story. One More Note: I had a couple of really good revised stories this month. I have to decided that once a story has made a Top 15 list for during a year, I won't let a revision be eligible to make another Top 15 list that year. However, the revision may give the story a chance for a higher ranking in the prestigious annual Top 100 list. - Celeste Here's this month's list: 1. "Test Ride" by Joe Parsons 2. "Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf 3. "Composition in Cream and Chocolate" by Mary Anne Mohanraj 4. "Bushido" by Sachi Mizuno 5. "Et Tu" by Mark Aster 6. "Tonya Harding: Slave-Girl" by Your Friendly Author 7. "Peer Pressure" by Wollstonecraft 8. "Dorothy Does Oz" by Shelby Bush 9. "Safe Sex" by Wollstonecraft 10. "Buckets of Cum" by Mark Aster 11. "Open Big" by Thomas A. Long 12. "American Airlines Cockpit" by Mary Anne Mohanraj 13. "Yang Reception" by Wollstonecraft 14. "Tammy's Game" by Tammy Ng 15. "Silent Intruder" by Annette Here are the original reviews in alphabetical order: "American Airlines Cockpit" by Mary Anne Mohanraj (moh2@midway.uchicago.edu). Two college girls (one straight, one bi) are on their way to England for the Christmas holiday. They're bored, and one of them is afraid of flying. What can the other girl suggest that might relieve boredom and get her friend's mind off her acrophobia? The solution lies in a trip to the cockpit, where they learn the true value of automatic pilot. The FAA - the organization that tells pilots when and how to do it - would like me to make it clear that pilots do things like this only under the relatively rare circumstances when sexy college girls enter the cockpit in mid-flight, do a striptease, and ask to test the pilots' instruments. The author does an excellent job of creating ambiance with informal banter that makes this a really delightful story. This author has a whole collection of her stories on the Web at http://mud.bsd.uchicago.edu. "Buckets of Cum" by Mark Aster (MyFrThAl@aol.com). I suspect that this story is a set-up. The author knows I have been critical of "Wannafuck" and "Buckets of Cum" stories, and he wants to see if I'll praise a story with those words in the title. I'll show him! As you may recall, Pat has decided to get herself pregnant and Our Hero has agreed to be the father. The story begins with Our Hero waking up with a wet pussy tightly surrounding his cock, coming three times before he himself shoots a load into her cunt. Then Madamoiselle has a special request: "Would you mind if we stayed in bed today, and you kept me full of sperm?" She's serious. And there's not even a television in the bedroom with a remote control that will enable him to watch Power Ranger reruns. Our Hero is going to have to spend the whole goddam day in bed with this sensuous woman with huge, soft breasts and a pussy that will occasionally suck his cock dry. Talk about bad breaks! Oh - I forgot to mention that Pat also has a marvelous ass. According to my count, it was during the fourth attempt at sperm implantation that Our Hero's dick failed to rise out of its stand of blissful relaxation, in spite of Pat's kindly and persistent ministrations. In other words, Russell the Wonder Muscle was dead in the water. Not to worry. Exit Pat; enter Julie - whose lovely lips and lively tongue bring Old Glory to full staff. Exit Julie; enter Pat - and the deposit is happily entered where it will most profitably bear fruit. Actually, I exaggerated for dramatic effect - Pat stayed in the general vacinity to enjoy the fun. On and on it goes. You'd think all this fucking would get boring, but it doesn't. The author always manages to come up with a new twist - so to speak. I'm not absolutely certain, but I think they broke the world record for orgasms by a single male/female human pair within a 24-hour period - a record previously held by my husband and myself. If you want to try for this record yourself, here is a set of guidelines: (1) Have the guy abstain from sex for two days. They didn't do this in the story, and we didn't do it on purpose; but this will help. (2) Increase manual and oral stimulation of the ole power tool during later activity. (3) Bring in one or more female friends to help Mr. Wiggly arise to the occasion when his energy begins to wane. (4) Use blindfolds and bondage as the situations demand. The preceding guidelines will work most effectively if the two people are actually in love and really hot for each other and employ sensible habits for flirting and romance that sexy people normally apply. These guidelines focus on keeping the guy's love missile firing. My assumption (shared by Pat) is that the woman will have little trouble banging away if she's really hot for a properly honed man. "Bushido" by Sachi Mizuno (71022.251@compuserve.com). I truly enjoy historical novels and televised miniseries with historical themes. Likewise, I enjoy reading about sex in a historical context. The present story takes place in Medieval Japan - during the Tokugawa shogunate, which would place it in the early 1600's. I am familiar with this period of Japanese history from other sources, and the customs and events in this story seem to be extremely accurate. For example, the daimyo (lords) really were hereditary warriors who were governed by a code of ethics - bushido (which means "the way of the warrior") - that defined service and conduct appropriate to their status as elite members of Japanese society. In addition, during the Tokugawa shogunate sons of the daimyo were routinely sent to the capital at Edo to serve as hostages in order to assure the good behavior of their fathers. A glaring exception to the overall accuracy is that in the first chapter the daimyo considers Tokugawa to be a weak and almost effeminate ruler. This is grotesquely inaccurate, and surely the author knows this. I suspect that in a later chapter the daimyo will realize his mistake. The first chapter is full of political intrigue and sex. I do NOT know for certain how accurately this story portrays the sex life of Japanese lords in the 17th century, but the presentation was certainly believable. In addition, the chapter that I sampled was just plain well written. If I were not already overwhelmed with numerous good stories to review for this newsgroup, this is certainly a book I would read. The publisher has a Web Page at http://users.aol.com/specpress. "Composition in Cream and Chocolate" by Mary Anne Mohanraj (moh2@midway.uchicago.edu). I found it difficult to determine exactly what was happening in this story. After reading a paragraph or two I often found myself reaching a point where I gained a new piece of information and had to back up to fit it into the picture that was gradually emerging in my mind's eye. This ambiguity is not a flaw; it's intentional - end it's very well done. The theme is unusual: a male stripper gradually revealing himself and offering his attentions to a female patron. I have never attended such a show myself, and all my vicarious experiences have consisted of films and stories about female strippers. I HAVE gone with my husband to bars with striptease dancers (while we've been away at conventions - so that none of my students will see me entering the establishment and so that I won't accidentally discover one of my coworkers at her night job.) My impression has invariably been one of disappointment; the dancers were simply not very sexy. They seemed to be in worse shape than myself, bored with their jobs, and concerned primarily about squeezing tips out of patrons before putting on a tawdry display that wasn't really sexy at all. Nevertheless, it seems reasonable to FANTASIZE about exotic dancers in terms of wonderment; and this story turns the tables by making a male dancer the center of attention. I guess what we have here is the male stripper equivalent of the ideal lap dance. This was a new and very erotic experience for me. The show starts in near darkness, as does our understanding of what is going on. Even at the end of the story, I wasn't sure exactly what had happened. The sex had been explicit, though conducted by candlelight in a dark room; but questions remained unanswered. All along I had assumed that the woman was a patron - but at the end we hear an audience applauding. And near the very end we have a reference to a pile of cream and chocolate skin; and I am struck with the realization that the woman is brown-skinned and the man is white. OK; the two must BOTH be dancers, and they've been putting on a show for an audience.... That's why it's called "Composition in Cream and Chocolate." Wait a minute! I'm going to have to reread major parts of this erotic narrative - maybe even the whole thing - to see if my new theory fits. Gee, that's too bad. I'm already turned on, and you can never tell what a second reading is going to do to me.... In recent reviews I have railed against what I have called a demeaning use of interracial sex in some of the stories. This story does NOT fall into that category. The skin color is part of the ambiance - music, skin color, facial features, nipples, actions, etc. - that create a sexually charged, poetic atmosphere. This is an excellent story. This author has a whole collection of her stories on the Web at http://mud.bsd.uchicago.edu. "Dorothy Does Oz" by Shelby Bush (stbush@iglou.com). In the early paragraphs of this story we meet Dorothy, a smart-assed farm girl about to celebrate her 18th birthday, and Toto, the cute little dog that specializes in licking Dorothy's clit. The farm hands are planning to give Dorothy a sexual treat on her birthday. Since the tornado arrives while Dorothy is masturbating, she initially confuses it with a really good orgasm. Dorothy's house is swept up by the tornado and lands on the Wicked Witch of the East, who had been prohibiting the Munchkins from any pleasures - including you know what. After spending some time in the ensuing orgy, Dorothy starts on her trek along the yellow brick road, where she meets and attempts sex with the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Lion - among others. After some adventures and other preliminaries, they meet the Wizard, who promises to grant their every wish; but first - and here's the kicker - they must bring him the dildo of the Wicked Witch of the West. I don't want to ruin the story; if you've seen the movie, you'll be able to guess major parts of the plot anyway. All I'll say is that the story ends with Dorothy waking up in her old bedroom as the three hired hands enter the room, all naked and their erect cocks in their hands. "Happy birthday," they shout in unison; and Dorothy exclaims, "There IS no place like home!" "Et Tu" by Mark Aster (MyFrThAl@aol.com). This title is taken from the famous words of Julius Caesar to Brutus. I think it was on the Ides of March that Brutus asked Caesar if he had gotten any good pussy lately. Caesar replied, "I Et Two, Brutus." I guess maybe it gains something in the translation. Halfway through this story I determined that I had finally found a story by this author that would not receive a high rating. Moderately high maybe, but not extremely high. Certainly not straight 10's. It was a story about Our Hero and the delectable Julie watching another couple make love while they themselves got sexually involved with each other. It was good sex; but this author had done this so often that I was not about to give him a really high rating for doing what he had done so often before - even if the language was exquisitely descriptive. It was even no great shakes to me when Our Hero gasped with pleasure as the lips of the unseen other woman wrapped themselves around his cock and brought him to orgasm while he buried his own face in Julie's cunt. But surprise! It wasn't the other woman, it was the other MAN! This story offers fictional verification of my basic contention that any sensible man who enjoys getting head from a sexy woman would enjoy equally sensuous fellatio from a man. In this story the man enjoyed it while it was happening, although he had never engaged in male-male sex before, because while it was occurring he assumed it was a woman sucking his cock. I think enjoyment of this kind of activity would be the most perfectly normal reaction. The fact that opposition to same-sex activity is a learned response is proved by the fact that most men would not find this activity to be disgusting or even at all objectionable until afterwards - when they acquired supplementary knowledge by looking around an noticing that the lips, mouth, and tongue belonged to a guy rather than a woman. {A similar case could be made for women enjoying cunnilingus from another woman.} I am not arguing that all men "should" engage in homosexual behavior. I am simply re-asserting my contention that almost all men would enjoy homosexual activity if they would be able to free themselves from culturally acquired resistance. I am refraining from passing moral judgment, since morality has nothing to do with whether an activity is _enjoyable_. It is quite possible that culturally acquired objections to homosexual behavior may seem valid to a person who would enjoy such behavior and that many men should, therefore, refrain from such activities in order to live a happy life. But it also seems obvious to me (1) that we should refrain from labeling people as "gay," "straight," or "bi" simply on the basis of what they admit to enjoying, and (2) that we should be willing to expand our horizons by being willing to enjoy fictional accounts of activities that do not immediately appeal to us personally. I've gone well beyond the story. You'll have to read it to find out how Our Hero reacts. Don't worry. Enjoying this story will probably not change your sexual preferences - or those of your partner! "Open Big" by Thomas A. Long (pantsuit@prairienet.org). This is a very good story, but it is somewhat confusing and therefore hard to describe. Transparently about the dental orifice, it focuses on oral and anal sex, giving little attention to nasal sex. Apparently I am not the only person who uses sexual fantasies to ward off the potential pain that the dentist might inflict. For my part, I make a specific effort not to get too turned on in the dentist's chair, even though I engage in sexual fantasies while the dentist does his sadistic work. My goal is to use good thoughts to ward off bad ones; I'm paying good money, and I am interested in good teeth, not good head. I prepare for my visits to the dentist by copulating frantically with my husband at least twice the night before the visit; and I have actually been known to cancel an appointment because I couldn't complete my preparations. Do you think the dentist or his hygienist suspect what goes on in my mind? I do get pretty relaxed and horny when the nitrous oxide kicks in; but I try to think about quiet, sexy scenes from the past, and I deliberately exclude the person whose breasts are dangling just inches from my doped up face and the guy holding the gadget that could do wonders for my cunt or ass at thirty thousand rpm with the proper attachment. Am I wrong in suspecting that my dentist's chair is not as virginal as the typical cheerleader at a Baptist summer camp? This is all very confusing; and so is the story. But it's very funny! "Peer Pressure" by Wollstonecraft (an285729@anon.penet.fi). In the past Terry has said no to guys who wanted her to go to far. Result: no dates for six months. Her peer counselor, Jenny, has convinced her to loosen up; and now, as Bobby's tongue duels with hers, she's following that advice. Being lonely is not fun. Sex is. Some choice! At Bobby's urging, she opens his zipper, takes his cock in hand, and thinks, "Please, don't try to put in me, please, please, don't!" Bobby moans and says, "Thanks, Terry! That'll be enough for tonight!" He zips his fly, takes her home, and gives her a sweet kiss on the cheek. The next day he sends her flowers with a poem he wrote himself. Yeah, right! This is Wollstonecraft, not Pollyanna. Actually, Bobby's next words are, "Mmmm, Terry, you're so tight! So warm, so tight!" You can well imagine the course of events that ensue, right after Bobby pauses and says, "Y-you've done this before, right?" She doesn't tell Bobby he is going to be a father. After he spreads the word about how good Terry is at sex, she becomes real popular. She goes out with a different guy every night and does what comes naturally. The baby might not even be his. In addition to the overall realism, what the author accomplishes extremely well in this story is his portrayal of the Terry's ambivalence. She constantly thinks one thing and does the opposite; and the contrast is, effective, exciting, and depressing. "Safe Sex" by Wollstonecraft (an285729@anon.penet.fi). The girl is hot for the boy. They have engaged in mutual oral sex, but the girl is still a virgin. She doesn't want to get pregnant. He shows up with a condom. With no further reason to say no, she accepts his cock inside her; but in the heat of passion they forget to use the condom. Too late; she's pregnant; they get married. Five years later she tries it just one more time with another man. Ooops; she's pregnant; they get divorced. The author describes this and the preceding two stories as a "variation on a theme." One way to state that theme is to say that it's a good idea to decide on a set of rules ahead of time and then to live your life in such a way that you won't deviate from these rules by accident. In other words, if you're going to make decisions that will radically change your way of life, you might want to try to make those decisions on purpose - not by default. My mother taught me the same lesson when I was a teenager. This version is more interesting than the way my mother tried to teach me that message - and more likely to be convincing to a teenager. Oddly enough, my mother's sermon would be acceptable in churches, whereas holy people would like to ban these stories from the Internet. Go figure. The stories are NOT simply sermons or parables. The sex in them is graphic and erotic; but anybody who thinks at all about these plots is likely to conclude that the girl came out behind on each of the exchanges. These stories make that point better than most moral lectures. I was going to suggest using stories like these to enlighten teenagers; but the better idea would be to let kids know that they exist and then to forbid them to read "this kind of trash." This would insure that the kids would read them and possibly gain some useful insights. "Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf (an582016@anon.penet.fi). I normally don't like to review multi-chapter stories until all the parts have been posted. Sometimes the authors don't even bother to finish the stories, and then my readers will feel cheated. In addition, a story that begins well may end badly, or vice versa. I decided to make an exception with this story. Even though only two chapters have been posted and even though the author says that no actual sexual contact will occur until "at least chapter 3," I think you'll want to know about this one. The basic premise of this story is that there has been a fire in the women's dorm and the displaced coeds have with little forewarning been relocated into one of the men's dorm. Our protagonist first notices this when he is in a naked, semi-comatose, early-morning stupor in the shower, asking to borrow shampoo from the person in the adjacent stall. His body language sort of embarrasses him as he tries to be polite and recover from his faux pas when he discovers that the guy he is talking to is an attractive girl. This story reminds me of an X-rated script for a high quality sitcom. For example, I can imagine this being a plot for "Friends" or "The Single Guy." The story is extremely well written; the characters are refreshingly wholesome; and the story is redolent of realistic details of college life - like showers that make funny noises and guys that don't use fabric softener for their towels. I am eagerly looking forward to more of this story. "Silent Intruder" by Annette (an545004@anon.penet.fi). The young girl is feeling dejected on the eve of her sixteenth birthday. She has quarreled with her boyfriend, and the family is throwing a small party to try to cheer her up. She's in the pits of depression. But wait! Her brother comes home from the air force with a friend who will stay overnight. He's a hunk, and her brother arranges for him to slip into her room through the window for a night of ecstatic bliss. The title has three meanings. The young man is a pilot of a stealth aircraft - a Silent Intruder. He enters her room noiselessly; and even though their sex is wildly enjoyable, they must be silent, since the parents' room is right next door. The final meaning you'll have to guess; but it has to do with those silent little critters that squirt forth from the penis during intercourse - and supply a good reason to take precautions against pregnancy before doing something like this. In the United States air force pilots who do things like this become responsible for child support and are subject to presecution for statutory rape; and sixteen-year-old girls who get pregnant have about a 90% chance of dropping out of school and living their life in miserable poverty on public welfare. However, this story shows obvious signs of British authorship, and I think the Brits would simply send both the pilot and the girl to a penal colony in Australia, where they would become pillars of the community in Alice Springs or some such place. But it was a really good fantasy! Practicality aside, this is a good story. The author does an exceptional job of making the need for silence seem really sexy. (Continued in 2/2) Path: newsfeed.direct.ca!nntp.teleport.com!psgrain!iafrica.com!pipex-sa.net!plug.news.pipex.net!pipex!weld.news.pipex.net!pipex!tank.news.pipex.net!pipex!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!news-res.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!portc01.blue.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Celeste's Top 15 Stories - June (2/2) Date: 4 Jul 1996 19:47:12 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 160 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4rhl60$e0a@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Status: N Celeste's Top 15 Stories - June 1996 (1/2) (Conrinued from 1/2) "Tammy's Game" by Tammy Ng (Deidre Ng@aol.com). A friend of mine once tried to introduce me to the Japanese game called Go. I was bored with it and told her I would rather play a game called Cum. Tammy Ng has hit upon the same idea from a different perspective. Her insight is that men seem to be overly excited about video games that involve war. Not only do the games consume vast amounts of time that their lady friends would like to see put to better use - these games also develop attitudes that are at least mildly inimical to romance. Tammy's solution is to develop an arcade game that focuses on bringing Virtual Tammy to orgasm. Bonus points would be given for keeping her in a high state of excitement until the final, blissful explosion. This libidinous recreation would have the advantage of getting guys intensely interested in activities that possess socially redeeming values. Persons successful at the game could transfer their newly developed skills to the partners whom they would normally ignore while playing games like Mortal Kombat. Tammy describes two versions of her game in detail. I think there is great potential here. It would be fun if other authors would build on this idea by suggesting alternate versions of this game or by writing stories about people who participate in such a game. It would also be fun to see somebody develop the actual game! "Test Ride" by Joe Parsons (jmp@cyber-mall.com). This is a story about motorcycles and sex. As the bumper sticker says, "Motorcyclists spread their legs when they do it." Or even better, "Motorcyclists like something hot between their legs." Cyclists differ from English Teachers, who do it with style, and Federal Express Couriers, who will absolutely and positively do it overnight - and bakers, who knead it daily. Ironically, motorcycles have no room for such sophisticated aphorisms on their bumpers, and so these proclamations invariably appear on the bumper of the owner's automobile. Reminded of his biker past by a cyclist bumper sticker, the man in this story stops at a German motorcycle dealership, where Inge, the statuesque salesperson, offers to let him take a test ride. Inge is the sort of person that gives the double entendres to the bumper stickers I mentioned in the preceding paragraph. In my distant past I had an early boyfriend who owned a motorcycle. I used to call it his hog. I broke off the relationship, largely because he was interested primarily in something hot between the legs, and I wasn't ready for that yet. As I read this story, I came to a better understanding of his viewpoint. For example, I used to naively wonder why he didn't have a larger seat if he wanted me to ride double with him; and I honestly believed there was no such thing as handbars for the second rider. I WAS naive, wasn't I? This story verifies one bumper sticker: "Cyclists do it off the road." In addition, "Cyclists can change speeds while doing it." This is a sexy story. Even if you aren't a cyclist yourself, you'll probably enjoy this story. If you're a motorcycle freak, you'll probably love it. This was an outstanding story by an author who does it in really novel ways! "Tonya Harding: Slave-Girl" by Your Friendly Author (an587309@anon.penet.fi). What did that sweet little ice skater do to deserve all the vituperation she receives on this newsgroup? An even better question - what would possess an apparently sane man to write over 40,000 words about this fair damsel and her evil step-sister Nancy? Beats me! In this story Tonya receives Abuse Control Therapy from Dr. David Liebenschmerz, a kindly psychologist who comes upon Tonya in a Portland park while she is in the throes of depression over the unjustly negative vibes she gets from everyone around her. The doctor volunteers his services to help Tonya regain her self-concept and resume her normal, adaptive lifestyle. First the good doctor gives our miscreant mistress of the ice a severe beating - 50 whacks on the bare buttocks with a sturdy paddle. This hurts like hell and raises welts; but Tonya finds it to be sexually stimulating and resolves to continue the treatment, which will take place on the Liebenschmerz country estate. I honestly think I myself would feel something other than sexual arousal if someone did this to me; but Tonya is - to say the least - an unusual and mildly dysfunctional person, and so I accepted this reaction as plausible. After all, the bruises from the beating were nothing a little masturbation couldn't cure. The story is a veritable Odyssey filled with wonderful events. The enema and catheterization sounded a bit uncomfortable, but Doc Liebenschmerz helped out by pinching her clitoris until she relaxed. Being blindfolded, gagged, and (of course) bound in the back of a van traveling down a highway while possessed by an urgent need to defecate and go wee-wee helped Tonya develop self control. Everything for a purpose! I almost forgot to tell you. Dr. Liebenschmerz has an assistant: Nancy Kerrigan. As you may recall, she was Tonya's archrival at the Olympic debacle who subsequently made snotty remarks during a parade at Disney World. This might sound like a framework for a catfight story; but Ms. Kerrigan is here as part of the therapy. You'll have to read it yourself; its kinda hard to explain. Basically, Tonya has to confront her guilt and/or pay the piper. Dr. Liebenschmerz is actually a humanitarian. This therapy is good for Nancy as well as for Tonya - and he gets a few jollies himself. Mistress Nancy tortures Tonya, and naturally Tonya has to find a way to make amends to the Goddess of Ice. I wonder how she'll do that! OK. So I couldn't resist having a little fun with the plot; but I don't think the author will object. I really don't like torture stories; but there are certain people - including the goody-goody characters in televised fiction and a few celebrities like Saddam Husein, Joey Buttofucko, and Tonya Harding - who fall outside my rules of normal morality. Even Ghandi would enjoy reading about these people suffering discomfort and ignominy. The author is quite creative in his presentation of the story. He mixes pleasure and pain, reality and dreams, sense and nonsense - all these in such a way as to make even me wonder what the hell would happen next. We even get high-quality bestiality - mostly in authentic Freudian dream sequences. And there's much more. Eventually, I was forced to admit that there was a certain logic to the plan - this therapy was so crazy, it just might work! I doubt it, but it beats anything else I can think of to reform Tonya - assuming Mother Theresa is unavailable. "Yang Reception" by Wollstonecraft (an285729@anon.penet.fi). The term "yang reception" refers to the female feat of actively receiving essence from the passive male - or so the Guru says. The heroine of this story has for many years studied the teachings of Guru Tsu, and she has recently had the great honor of moving into his commune. At the Common she works her way toward blissful perfection through ritualistic penetration of her vagina six times daily. The people at the Common are a happy lot, joyfully sharing their fluids both individually and communally and even helping to lick one another clean. Even the conversations of the people at Common are couched in ritualistic significance: "Do you want to take my conduit within you, to draw from me the spiritual in substance? Will you sup from my body to take nourishment for your soul?" Roughly translated, this means, "Wannafuck?" Birth control is simple: "Even if your faith is weak and you cannot accept the male's spiritual offering, thus creating the ovum within you, if your partner's faith is firm, there will be no sperm in his seminal essence. There can be no impregnation, no conception, no childbearing. Just as there will for you be no aging, no deterioration. No death. And, without the aggression borne of frustration, a new age of peace and love. You will be part of the vanguard that ushers in this new age for humanity." Not a bad deal. In other words, as long as you have Faith, you can fuck all you want; and won't get pregnant. Our heroine and almost all the other initiates deliver babies within nine months after their initiation; but they recognize this as a freak coincidence - a simultaneous imperfection in the faith of both the male and female partner in one of the several thousand copulations that each person experienced in the preceding nine months. No harm, no foul. They'll just have to try again. {I don't know what they do with the babies. Nobody seems to have time for mundane tasks like changing diapers or teaching kids to read; so I suppose maybe they sell the kids. Guru Tsu's must get his revenue somewhere.} I guess this story is really silly - Ooops! There I go, giving an indication that I am not myself a True Believer. It was fun to buy into the Yang theory for the duration of the story. The author does an excellent job of consistently presenting Guru Tsu's beliefs. May his yang be well received!