Subject: Celeste's Top 15 Stories - Sept (1/2) From: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Date: 1996/09/30 Message-Id: <52ol5f$67p@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Reply-To: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Celeste's Top 15 Stories -September 1996 (1/2) 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 August: Name of Story. Second Note: I have had great success finding these stories on the World Wide Web by using the Deja News Server and the service at www.reference.com. You can even find past issues of my reviews through these services. - Celeste Here's this month's list: 1. "Remembering" by Michael K. Smith 2. "Home Again" by Ann Douglas 3. "CBS Evening News" by Uncle Mike 4. "American As..." by Deidre Ng 5. "French Tickler" by Mark 6. "Stars in Our Eyes" by Mark Aster 7. "Catalyst" by Mark 8. "Siblings" by Michael K. Smith 9. "Skin on Skin on Skin" by Backrub 10. "Blind" by Mary Anne Mohanraj 11. "John's Fantasy" by DJ 12. "Father Dowling: I Am Heartily Sorry" by Uncle Mike 13. "First Meeting" by MountainTop 14. "Cinderella" by Seafire. 15. "Two-Time Loser" by PleaseCain Here are the original reviews in alphabetical order: "American As..." by Deidre Ng. Sirens blare in the background! Fireworks explode! Confetti and brightly colored balloons waft gently to the ground. No; this is NOT again the 1000th story I have reviewed; this time the pyrotechnics, etc., are part of the story. Deidre Ng has become an American citizen! To celebrate, she and her sister and their boyfriends do something uniquely American - they go to Chinatown. This is a hilariously sexy story. It's possible, of course, that the author is not trying to be funny or sexy - that she may merely be relating the events that filled an important evening in the life of a Chinese-Canadian woman celebrating her enfranchisement and standing topless in the ladies' restroom yelling sexual innuendoes at her equally untopped but more outspoken sister. Serves 'em right - those sweaters were like fashion foreplay anyway. Or, as David put it "I mean you look really sexy in that outfit." "So sexy you have to fuck me even before I can take it off?" "Overpoweringly sexy." "Now that I'm a citizen, don't I get a vote on the subject?" "You'll have to hold an erection to vote on that." "Planning on stuffing the ballot box, are you?" I constantly tell my students to find a main idea and to stick to it. This delightful story proves that I don't know what I am talking about. "Blind" by Mary Anne Mohanraj (moh2@midway.uchicago.edu). The woman wakes up in bed. She has been drinking, apparently at her own birthday party. Suddenly she realizes that she is comfortably bound and blindfolded and that a stranger is doing wonderful things to her body. No, not a stranger - her husband. No, it's her husband plus a stranger. Or maybe several strangers; but it feels wonderful. And it's exciting reading too! "Catalyst" by Mark (MarkB@aboy.demon.co.uk). All the other stories in this issue were written by "regulars" - people whose stories I have reviewed before. In many cases the authors were kind enough to send the stories to me for my convenience. And a fine bunch of stories they are! I remember seeing this one in the postings; but I decided to skip it, because I already had too many stories to read. Then a reader clipped it and sent it to me with his recommendation. I want to thank that reader. This is an excellent story by an author I have never read before. In chemistry class we learned that a catalyst is a substance, usually used in small amounts relative to the reactants, that modifies and increases the rate of a reaction without itself being consumed in the process. Through metaphor, the term also refers to a person who precipitates a process or event, especially without being involved in or changed by the consequences. That's the role of this story's narrator, who observes a freshman girl at a party lusting after the hunk across the room. The narrator has two problems: (1) to bring the two together so that they can fulfill their mutual urges and (2) to do so in such a way as to be able to watch their hot interaction. I'd tell you more, but it will be more fun for you to find out the rest for yourself. The author is posting these as part of an "Alphabet Series." I plan to look for more stories in this series. "CBS Evening News" by Uncle Mike (fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu). Dan Rather had initially been miffed at having Connie Chung assigned as his co-anchor; but of late he has begun to enjoy the visual pleasantries of having a hot chick to look at during breaks in the evening news. Imagine his surprise when Connie confides in him that she and Maury are having trouble getting pregnant. Imagine his further surprise when she asks Dan to be the sperm donor - right there on her couch! This is a hot an sexy story. I'll have to switch from NBC to CBS for my evening news. The Bad News is that Max Wojtylak recently announced that he is almost out of these parodies. As you may know, Max himself did not write these stories; his Uncle Mike did, and Max simply found the stories when he was cleaning up the hard drive or something like that. My advice to Max is to get Norton Utilities and run the Unerase program; maybe there are another ten or so stories buried there. If that doesn't work, try a seance. I really like these stories; and oddly enough, Uncle Mike seems to write better the longer he's been dead. Imagine that! "Cinderella" by Seafire. There are several approaches one could take to writing a version of "Cinderella with an attitude." For example, consider the following dialogue: "I can't have sex with you. My stepmother says I can't have sex until both of my stepsisters are married." "Fuck your stepmother! Fuck your stepsisters! I want to make love to you tonight." And so they fucked her stepmother and fucked her stepsisters and then made love to each other and lived happily ever after. Or maybe this one: "What ELSE can you do with a glass slipper!?" But the present story takes a more conservative approach. Since she is their slave anyway, the stepsisters decide to put her to a more practical use than merely doing the dishes and scrubbing the floors; they make her Cinderella into their sextoy. The twin bitches pierce Cinderella's pert little nipples and her inner labia and insert horseshoe rings and other adornments. They also make her wear a butt plug all the time; and they make her do all manner of lewd things to them. Being an obedient and resourceful girl (also known as a good victim), Cinderella comes to love what they do to her. She even learns to use her anal sphincter to milk her butt plug in and out until she can make herself orgasm. The stepmother, of course, joined in the festivities, often dressed in her bright red body suit, and occasionally urinating on Cinderella during her obscene activities. As you may have suspected, the Prince, who is famous for his balls, holds a Great Party, to which the stepmother and stepsisters are invited, while Cinderella is scheduled to stay home and scrub floors and masturbate. Of course, the fairy godmother comes, dresses Cinderella up, is so overcome by the young girl's beauty that she gives her a tongue job; which causes Cinderella to come for the first time that evening. As a final touch she changes the mundane, ordinary butt plug into a beautiful crystal plug with a scarlet plume. This is not to be confused with Papa Petrofile's Purple Pucker Plug . . . Patent Pending, which is a completely different story. When Cinderella arrives at the ball, she is fit to fuck, because the coachman has been cracking the whip all the way, and that has really turned her on. Actually, I added that part. Anyway, Cinderella becomes so engrossed with the Prince's cock that she ignores the clock; and midnight comes shortly after she does, and so she has to go rather abruptly. I won't ruin the ending for you. Suffice it to say that it is not a glass slipper that all the maidens of the land try on in order to establish their claim on the Prince and his balls . Did you ever wonder what Cinderella's father was doing during this fairy tale? That question continues to go mostly unanswered. In spite of that omission, this was a most enjoyable story. "Father Dowling: I Am Heartily Sorry" by Uncle Mike (fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu). I have never watched an entire episode of "Father Dowling." I may be wrong, but I had the impression that it had something to do with a priest and nun working together to solve crimes; but this story has no detective work in it. Since I know so little, I won't try to comment any further than that on how well this story works as a parody. The story focuses on Father Prestwick, who is hearing confessions. Most of the penitents are old ladies and children, whose "sins" are boring; but then in comes Mrs. Klimaszewski, the woman in her early 30's who wears no bra and whose husband is out of town and who confesses her sins of masturbating and getting it on with the newspaper boy. Since that session has already turned him on, Father feels predisposed to prod a little when Sister Stephanie comes in to confess her sins; and pretty soon Sister Steve has another sin - or several sins, depending on how you count - to confess the next time she drops by the confessional. I honestly believe that Catholic priests have gotten a bad rap in recent years. I think they are every bit as upright and virtuous, although certainly not as intelligent, as English teachers; and I really don't think they are any more likely to behave unprofessionally than other people who work closely with people. I really doubt that the sort of thing described in this story happens very often. But it sure makes a good story! "First Meeting" by MountainTop (Topspace4@aol.com). The lady once wrote a story for an erotic newsgroup about a woman in a submissive relationship. After that she read a story on a similar topic by another author and communicated with him about his story. Her husband wasn't interested in bdsm, and so she went out and tried a relationship with a stranger; but that attempt was a disaster. She mentioned this via e-mail to the author of the other story, and he invited her to state her limits and join him for a session. She decided to accept his invitation. The guy is a real prince. He takes control; gives her a rose; buys her champagne; spanks her for wearing the wrong underwear, bra, and shoes; squeezes her nipples painfully; binds her; inserts a butt plug; and does other interesting things to turn her own. She, of course, says "Thank you, Master" for all the pain he inflicts and has a roaring orgasm. An interesting thing about this story is the description of the limits that the partners set before the tryst. I have never done this, but I have read lots of bdsm stories this past year. These rules make good sense and could even serve as useful guidelines for others interested in taking the plunge into tentative bdsm. The story has some minor problems (such as accidentally alternating between Lisa and Karen for the woman's name); but overall it's a very good story. Bdsm is still not for me. I CAN see how pleasure can be heightened by contrasting it to pain, and I can understand how it could be pleasurable to be completely under the protection of a stronger Master who cares about me; but I am still turned off by the subservient attitude and the notion that a person who loves me would deliberately induce pain. I'm not trying to convert anyone - just to explain my feelings. If I DID decide to experiment with bdsm with someone other than my husband, I think I would use this story as a model. Before you all rush out and buy butt plugs and head for the airport with your safewords, however, I want to remind you that this is fiction. I suspect that in real life blind bdsm dates are at least as likely to be disasters as are more mundane, regular blind dates. "French Tickler" by Mark (MarkB@aboy.demon.co.uk). The narrator has been cycling in the Loire valley and decides to wander into Pinochelle to enjoy the evening air and maybe to see what quaint, provincial nightlife this somnolent region has to offer. Well, he over-imbibes at the "club" and finds himself dreading the walk back to his lodgings, but then a busload of young French women pulls to a stop next to him. Does he want a lift? It is a long way to walk in the dark, n'est-ce pas? He accepts the ride and finds himself packed in tightly in the back of a crowded bus between two people to whom we shall refer euphemistically as Fille Gauche and Fille Droite. I guess this might sound boring - a guy snuggled up between two young French girls whom he can't even see because of the darkness, surrounded by raucous conversation, hands and mouths reciprocally engaging in very private but friendly activities, mind-blowing orgasms; but I certainly enjoyed it. Those Filles really know how to throw an impromptu bacchanal when they put their minds to it! Ooops! The bus has stopped to let him off. Why is everyone so quiet and looking at the back of the bus? And how long have they been watching? Oh well, c'est la vie! The other passengers (Filles Autres) all burst into a spontaneous and sincere round of applause, laughter, and high-fives. Besides having a great idea, this author uses the language very, very well. But where was the tickling? "Home Again" by Ann Douglas (annd55@nyc.pipeline.com). A.C. has come home to visit his childhood haunts, and he meets Mary Austin, the 45-year-old mother with a still great body who is the mother of Josh, one of A.C. closest childhood friends. We eventually discover that she was also the target of some of A.C.'s adolescent masturbation fantasies. This author takes her time developing a plot. The first 2 parts (of 7) are not exactly devoid of sex; we do learn that A.C. used to date Jenny Wilson with whom he traded cherries on prom night and whose sister was nicknamed Kleenex Karen because of her proclivity to fill the partial vacuum in her bra with that product, and also that Josh's sister Dawn Marie had fucked the whole football team before moving out of the family domicile right after her 18th birthday. The author also lays a basis for future sexual possibilities by letting us know that Mr. Austin is deceased and that during his adolescence A.C. had once seen Mrs. Austin naked and by arranging for A.C. to stay overnight while he waits for Josh to come home in the morning. But in general A.C. and Mary just have dinner and engage in interesting conversation. So the author spends nearly 4 out of 7 parts with nothing more than innuendo and build-up; but when the sex comes it's both tender and hot. I love this kind of story. Read it yourself for the details. I secretly wish that Ann Douglas would get somebody to proofread her stories. She develops wonderful plots that give full personalities to people having hot sex, and then she makes annoying mistakes that keep me from giving her perfect ratings; and then I often have to decide whether to let a imperfect story onto my Top 15 list for the month. I mean, surely Ann knows the difference between a dinner and a diner and between celibate and celebrate. The problem is that Ann knows what the words are supposed to be, and so she probably skips right past them; and this is just the sort of mistake that a spellcheck doesn't pick up. The solution is to have one intelligent person go through the story before it gets posted. Let this be a lesson to you. Finally, a word of advice. It's nice to shower together before anal intercourse, but the shower removes the natural lubricants from both bodies; and so the penis is likely to be even drier than usual. The problem of dry skin is compounded by the fact that a person's anal canal does not produce natural lubrications for sexual intercourse, as the vagina would. Using Vaseline to solve this problem is not a great idea, because that product tends to seal off the body's natural lubricants, when they do begin to flow. My own experience is that saliva is a better idea than Vaseline at both the front and back door. By far the best solution is a lubricant specifically designed for this purpose, such as K-Y jelly. I guess this gives away part of the plot, doesn't it? "John's Fantasy" by DJ (103666.3074@compuserve.com). {DJ is the Artist Formerly Known as DJ810. In the future, I shall refer to this author as DJ, unless the name is changed again - in which case I shall then refer to this author as the Artist Formerly Known as DJ.} Dana and her husband John are at a party, where she overhears the most handsome man she has ever seen say that he doesn't believe there are any real masochists in the world. He says he has never known a man that could transform pain into sexual pleasure, but he has known women who have accepted it because they loved their tormentors more than they hated the pain. He also adds that he doesn't believe there are any husbands that enjoy seeing or knowing that their wife is with another man. There's a third popular conception in which he doesn't believe, but he declines to mention that one in mixed company. So here's the setup. Dana loves John (as the scenes after the party amply demonstrate). John's Great Fantasy entails Dana having sex with another man. Dana would like to do it with the Handsome Guy, which would fulfill John's fantasy; but the Handsome Guy specifically denies that John (if he exists) would really like this. Dana makes a date with the Handsome Guy; and when she tries to wiggle out of it, John encourages her to keep the date. She keeps the date. You'll have to read the story to see what happens next. I see Rene Descartes somewhere behind this story, but it's kind of hard to explain. Also, although I think it's possible to build up a "natural law" argument against the morality or psychological soundness of masochism, wife-swapping, and the unnamed third sin, it's patently absurd to say that there are no people who enjoy these activities. That would be like arguing that none of Pavlov's dogs salivated at the sound of bells or metronomes or whatever. It would be possible to argue that people who enjoy these behaviors are confused or that they "shouldn't" do these things; but the obvious fact is that these people do exist. To argue that these people don't exist is about as silly as to suggest that _everybody_ enjoys pain or wife swapping - which, of course, is the idea behind most of the bdsm and wife-watching stories posted with this newsgroup. Hmmmm.... (Continued in 2/2) Subject: Celeste's Top 15 Stories - Sept (2/2) From: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Date: 1996/09/30 Message-Id: <52oljr$6cv@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Reply-To: celeste801@aol.com (Celeste801) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Celeste's Top 15 Stories -September 1996 (2/2) (Continued from 1/2) "Remembering " by Michael K. Smith (mksmith@metronet.com). Please believe me when I tell you that I wrote the "Comment on Authors' Rights" that appears at the end of this issue BEFORE I read this story. In that Comment I describe a story entitled "Raped Teen Burglar" by an author named TEX, in which that author offers a reality check: maybe raping a teenage burglar wouldn't be so much fun after all. In this story Michael K. Smith suggests (to me at least) a similar reality check: maybe incest isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Don't run away! Neither the story nor this review will be a moral lecture. In the story a woman describes to a psychiatrist her sexual experiences with her brother, who first raped her when she was thirteen and he was eighteen years old. The brother did most of the things to her that happen in other incest stories; but although she became a "willing" participant for the next four years, her reaction is different from that of the "victim" in most incest stories. I do NOT think that a person is necessarily a pervert if he or she enjoys reading (or even writing) incest stories in which everyone enjoys the "family fun." I am even willing to imagine that the world may be full of boys and girls (and subsequently, adults) who have been subtly coerced into having sex with a parent, sibling, or relative, and who have maintained their normal emotional stability and have gone on to become valedictorians, CEOs, PTA presidents, and other all-around well-adjusted people. I just don't know any of them. However, I HAVE worked with high-risk (dropout-prone) adolescent girls, and it's astonishing how many of them have been involved in what we call incestuous relationships. Again, I don't have a major problem with fantasies; but I think we should be a little careful even there. If I at my 40-plus age see my sexy brother, think back to my childhood, and fantasize about how neat it would have been to do sexually intimate things with him, I see no problem with this fantasy. On the other hand, if I find myself fantasizing about how cute my daughter looks and thinking that maybe it would be fun to "initiate her into the joys of womanhood," I should consider the possibility that I may have a problem. Even this fantasy would quite likely be harmless - as long as I am a person that can keep my fantasies separate from my real life; but not everyone can do that. Unfortunately, it's the person who can't keep them separate who is least likely to wonder whether he or she has a problem. I think we readers and writers on this newsgroup should be aware that sometimes our stories may indeed CAUSE PROBLEMS for some readers. It's naive to deny this. People who fantasize about chocolate cake are more likely to eat chocolate cake; kids who fantasize about playing basketball are more likely to play basketball; why should maladaptive sexual practices be any different? This doesn't mean that we should ban advertisements of chocolate cake, abolish basketball on television, or suppress the publication of provocative stories; it merely means that we should acknowledge that there could be a problem. One "solution" is to provide children and adults with accurate, sensible information - probably as a part of a wholesome relationship between parents and children. Another solution is to help children (and adults) learn to deal adaptively with their fantasies. Another solution is to post and read stories like this one that offer an occasional reality check. Ironically, of course, this story would be banned from the school in which I teach. If I tried to discuss it in class, I would be fired. My mother used to have a friend who was a religious fanatic. She used to lug with her a shopping bag in which she carried religious tracts on various topics. She would "accidentally" leave her pamphlets in buses, in restaurants, in bars, and in other places, so that naive finders would get religion. Maybe I'll try that with this story. "Siblings" by Michael K. Smith (mksmith@metronet.com). The author labels this a "novel in progress. The story is long - really long; but it's good. It includes several completed chapters and an outline of what is missing. The main characters in the story take the simple perspective that if an action feels good and hurts nobody, then it is good; and on this basis the brother and sister build a sexual relationship that extends from their childhood into their adult lives and enables each of them to embrace other lovers as well. In chapter five the author digresses from the story and defends the practice of consensual incest. His arguments are plausible. The most serious objections, as I understand them, are genetic difficulties arising from recessive genes (double recessives are much more likely to occur among related individuals) and the high probability that incestuous relationships are likely to be coercive and therefore abusive. The author is aware of the dangers of abuse; his story "Remembering" vividly depicts the bad effects of such a relationship. His argument here is simply that those problems do not occur in this story and that the relationship between Michael and Alex is healthy and beautiful. The story certainly demonstrates his point. The other objection to this story goes something like this: "The bible says incest is wrong, goddamit!" I'm pretty sure that's not true; but certainly lots of people who read the bible and claim to be religious people say it's wrong. This story doesn't address theology directly, but what it does do is draw a portrait of two main characters and several others who are genuinely good and socially responsible people. Bible thumpers make me nervous and annoy the hell out of me. I'd rather have a couple of incestuous hedonists like these for next-door neighbors. The author states that "the story contains no sex scenes as such"; but that's not true. It would be more accurate to state that the story does not glory in sex for its own sake; but it is very heavy on romantic sexual contact in the context of the developing relationship between this brother and sister. This story is extremely well written. Because it is long and complex, I won't even attempt to summarize it any further here. I strongly recommend this story. "Skin on Skin on Skin" by Backrub (BCKRUB@aol.com). It all starts when Stevie is playing a simple game of strip poker with her boyfriend Brad. His roommate John comes home right after Stevie has lost her last remnant of clothing; and what else could they do? They engage in very hot threeway sex that I found to be very enjoyable reading. Is this what we're paying good money for when we send our kids to college!?! Well, I guess that's OK - as long as they also study real hard and write home about their activities in sufficient, delectable detail. "Stars in Our Eyes" by Mark Aster (MyFrThAl@aol.com). As you may recall, last week Mark Aster's "Coffee?" was the 1000th story I reviewed. His prize was 31 days of sexual bliss with the partner(s) of his choice. This week he notified me that he will be "on hiatus," unable to post stories for several weeks. Coincidence? I think not! In this week's episode Our Hero and the lovely and delectable Julie are reclining together at a mountain campsite, looking at the stars and listening in the dark while Ariana and Rachel make love nearby. Ariana is describing her first sexual experience with a woman. Rachel is working her over even while she narrates this story, and as Ariana's story and Rachel's ministrations continue, the present events begin to impinge upon the narrative of the past. Meanwhile, Our Hero and Julie are exchanging quiet intimacies nearby. It's a restful, passionate sequence of events. Several weeks ago I suggested that a different author "go check out Mark Aster's stories" to learn how to make better word choices. That author's problem, I thought, was that he/she used too many stereotypical adjectives. My suggestion was that Mark Aster consistently refrained from using stereotypical adjectives and often employed well-chosen metaphors in his stories. Last week I reviewed a very good story by yet another author (M. M. Twassel); and when I checked his Author Profile on Deja News, I discovered that he had written a commentary on my advice regarding Mark Aster. This other author (who also admired Mark Aster's stories) had done a thorough analysis of Aster's stories, and had discovered that Mark did not use many adjectives at all. Nor did he find an abundance of metaphors. Being busy, I set this information aside until I read this week's story. As I read this story, I looked for adjectives and metaphors. I was distracted by the fact that the story was extremely erotic and that I myself have had some great experiences at campsites under the stars; but I think I verified my opinion of this author's style - even though I must also admit that my critic was correct. The word "cock" does not appear in this story, and so we don't get to find out whether it was hard, throbbing, or erstwhile. (I just wanted to see if that last word was in my spellcheck.) The story was also free of "pussy", "cunt", and "clit". At this point I was beginning to wonder if this was actually a sex story. Here are some things the author does say: "I touched Julie's neck, and my hand imagined the warm compact sweetness of her vulva." "Julie took my hand in hers and rubbed it over the downy skin of her stomach as we lay listening." "The warm womanness of her filled my palm, and she pressed against my hand." "Julie opened her mouth and wriggled her hips as I slid one finger into the moist heat of her vagina." One of the main points of my original comment was to discourage unnecessary, stereotypical use of adjectives like "hot," "throbbing" and "wet." The few sentences I have cited here demonstrate that. If he doesn't need an adjective, this author doesn't use one. In addition, he selects words (adjectives or otherwise) that precisely say what he wants them to say. As for metaphors, here's a simple one: "Rachel's head was between Ariana's legs, and her tongue made soft sounds as it moved in and out, and Rachel's fingers danced a dance of love." All I mean is that fingers don't really dance, but the image of dancing fingers conjures up an almost poetic image that gets the author's point across very nicely. To be honest, when I recommended this author's prose to the other author, what went through my mind was something like this: "Mark Aster's such a damned good writer. Surely he must use adjectives and metaphors correctly. I think I'll recommend him for this purpose." As I have examined this present story more carefully, I think I was on the right track. To state it more precisely, I think this author's main strength is his intelligent choice of words and straightforward description of situations and activities that beautifully convey the mood that he wants to share with us. Having tried to wiggle off that hook (note my metaphor), let me suggest another author for aspiring writers to imitate: Mary Anne Mohanraj. I find her to be very similar to Aster with regard to choice of words and almost poetic expression of ideas; but she's a lot more diverse in the types of stories she's likely to write. "Two-Time Loser" by PleaseCain (pleasecain@aol.com). This story is incomplete, distorted, and confusing; but these characteristics enhance rather than hurt the quality of this story. The incompleteness, distortion, and confusion are deliberate: they reflect the state of mind of the narrator, who has lost a bet of some kind to his girlfriend and has decided to get even with her. In his warped mind he thinks he is getting revenge by doing a striptease in front of her friends, but... well, you read the story and see why the author gave it this title.