From mrm1ke@aol.com Tue Sep 09 21:33:17 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: #1 Aug-&Then I Fucked Her-by M1KE HUNT 1
From: mrm1ke@aol.com (MrM1KE)
Date: 10 Sep 1997 01:33:17 GMT
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I was re-reading Michael K.Smith's "How To Write Sex Stories Good" the
other day, trying to glean a little information from his brilliant tract,
because I'm always interested in enhancing my writing style and technique.

It's not that my work hasn't come along, because I think it has, but everybody
can stand to improve, and who better to learn from than from Mr. Michael
K. Smith himself? OK, maybe Quin, but he hasn't written a "How To" manual
yet, so I'll stick with Smitty's, at least for now.

I also read one of his stories about "Charly the Yard Guy", except Charly
wasn't a guy, which was an interesting twist. It might have been an even
more interesting twist if Charly *was* a guy, at least for Mrs. Smith,
who I assume doesn't know her husband is a fag.

Right up front in the story the Smithmeister says "If you're looking for
one-handed sex you're in the wrong story." This is a good way to set up
a limp dick story like this one, so the reader doesn't get his expectations
too high. He goes on "If you enjoy sex-and-romance with actual people instead
of cardboard cut-outs, and an actual plot, then make yourself at home..."
This is also good, because the author manages to pay himself a compliment
in a way that the reader actually thinks the author is giving him credit
for not being a jerk off. Or for jerking off. Very clever.

However it's worth noting that Mr. Very Clever Smith doesn't anywhere
warn readers under 18 that they should stop reading, and that's a vital
ingredient of any story with sexual overtones. Children should be prevented
from finding sexually oriented material at any cost, at least until they're
27 in my opinion. But the law says it's "18", so "18" it is.

One good example is a story I'm currently writing which is not appropriate
for kids. It involves the *brutally* sadistic torture, rape and murder of
a family of nine children and their household pets. I think adults will
be intrigued by the story line, and of course, laugh at the jokes.

Anyway, there's no age disclaimer in the ole Smith story, and even though
it's a limp dick romantic piece there is a little tiny bit of sex long
about page 42, so there should be a disclaimer. Just a little advice from
one M1KE to another.

OK.

For instance, suppose I wrote the following few paragraphs in a story:

"I'd had an erection for 20 minutes. It was uncomfortable for me, being
on a first date with Madlyn like this. Movies are always a good idea for
a first date, I think, because you aren't forced to fill up every moment
with conversation and you aren't forced to be witty all the time, and you
can laugh and have a good time with the person and get to know them without
all those pressures. And you can eat popcorn! But this movie was a mistake.

"We'd planned to see a new action flick we'd heard about. We'd also heard
it wasn't great, but it wasn't supposed to be terrible either, so we went.
But while we were standing in line to buy the tickets the theater manager
came out and announced that our show was sold out except for seats in the
first two rows, and neither Madlyn or I wanted to induce a charly horse
in our necks, so we picked another movie.

"Neither one of us knew much about it, except that it starred Michael
Douglas and Sharon Stone, and looked to be a romantic comedy. We entered
the theater just as the lights dimmed, and picked good seats. This theater
was nearly empty. The first half hour was innocuous enough, but somewhere
in the second reel the characters had a sex scene, and what a sexy sex
scene it was.

"It seemed real enough, their acting was certainly good, and when they
kissed you could feel the passion vibrating from the taut silver sheet
that was the focus of the few eyes in the room. The kissing was torrid,
it was wet, it was long. And then he was undressing her. We watched as
Hollywood's best director choreographed an unveiling worthy of a lost Picasso.
His hands worked on each button, and with eager yet embarrassed eyes I
saw her chest, then the hill of a breast, then a nipple pop into view.
His mouth lowered and he kissed it, gently at first, then with increasing
eagerness and finally with a sucking sound that brought the ruby tip of
her breast to full attention.

"As the camera pulled back I could see that she was groping his trousers,
and I stole a quick sideways glance at my companion. Her eyes were riveted
on the screen; she was probably as uncomfortable as I was. And possibly
as turned on.

"My eyes flicked forward, and I noted that the camera had moved toward
the actors, so much so that we could no longer see his trousers, though
the motion of her arm gave clear indication that she was fondling his
hardness.

"We heard a zipping sound. It was so loud that it was no doubt dubbed
in, but if either he or she was acting then this was an Oscar winning
performance. The camera panned to a three-quarter shot and dollied left;
we saw her from the back. His head was hidden behind her chest, though
we could still see the side of her breast, the one he wasn't sucking.

"Soon the zipping sound returned, and we saw his hands rise to the waistband
of her skirt. It fell to the floor.

"Right then I felt eyes on me, and I knew Madlyn was looking at me. I
flushed a deep red, and was so confused I didn't know what to do. I stared
at the screen. Just as she had minutes earlier.

"On the screen the two actors had fallen onto a convenient sofa; he rested
comfortably between her legs, their passionate kiss continued. You could
sense, more than see, that he was positioning himself to enter her, and
as she kicked her legs high up in the air she grunted.

"I'm told that the sex scenes in a movie are just that, that it's not
sexual at all for the actors. It was hard to believe. They were bouncing
around with the kind of passion usually reserved for new lovers, and the
camera angles were so creative it was impossible to conjecture where his
dick might have been except in her cunt.

"Suddenly Madlyn leaned over to me and whispered, 'What do you think?'

"My possible responses included 'I think my dick is uncomfortable because
it's bent the wrong way in my pants.' or 'I think this is the hottest
fucking scene I've ever seen in an R-rated movie,' or 'Wouldn't I like to
have her ride my baloney pony!' A dozen more flashed through my brain. I sat
there like a lump.

"Finally I said, 'What do you mean?'

Now let me interrupt here for a moment to illustrate my point. If I had
written all that sexy stuff about erections and nipples and dicks and cunts
up ABOVE the magic "18" disclaimer I could get in serious trouble. But
as soon as a 14-year-old reads that disclaimer, he or she knows to put
the story away and go back and pick up a geometry book and study for next
Tuesday's exam. It's a quite simple system that's been set up, and it really
doesn't require that much effort on the part of the writer, so DO IT.

OK.

In his essay Michael K.Smith also notes the most frequently asked question
"Where do your ideas come from?" And he answers "from Schenectady". HO HO HO.
But then he rightly takes a serious approach and says "from personal
experience." It's true. Anyone and everyone has had at least one personal
experience, and I speak from personal experience here. I have had one myself.

Witty Smitty says "...ideas pop up all around you. Do you ride the bus
to work? Good: You're trapped in a miniature mobile community for the
duration of the trip. Look around at your fellow passengers; they're the
leading characters in the stories of their own lives.

"The proper-looking secretary trying to put on her lipstick in the jouncing
bus may be wearing a red thong beneath her skirt. Maybe she's planning
to seduce her boss. Maybe her boss asked her to wear it. Maybe she's
blackmailing her boss and next week she'll be driving a new Mustang to work.
Maybe she lives with a man and a woman and is intimate with both of them.
Maybe she's having to reapply her lipstick because her husband got horny
and nailed her on the breakfast table just before she left to catch the bus.

What he is saying in very many words, is just pick something. Anything.
Then start writing. Your fingers will do most of the work for you. There's
very little cranial activity involved. At least that's how it works for me.

For instance, I chose to set the little scene above in a movie theater.
It could have been a butcher shop. Who hasn't stood in line with a ticket
that says #62 while they're serving customer #4 and noticed a nice little
blonde in a tight sweater standing right along side? What was your first
thought, how much coleslaw to buy? I think NOT. It's so easy it's sickening.
Depending on how involved you want to make the story, you could just do
something like this:

"I can't believe the service is so slow here. I'm #62. I'm going to be
here for an hour!" I muttered to no one in particular.

"I agree with you," the cute little blond in the tight sweater standing
next to me said. "I almost have time to do a quickie around the store and
get back here before it's my turn."

"A quickie?!?" I said unthinkingly.

"Oh my god, did I really say that?" she said blushing a bright red. "That's
what my husband and I call it when we just run to the market for a loaf
of bread or whatever. It's a private joke, I guess. I'm sorry. Whew! How
embarrassing! I hope you're not offended."

"Not at all," I replied gallantly. "In fact, it's kind of a pleasant
thought." I scanned her up and down, and noted that her nipples were coming
to attention through the thin material of her top.

"Hey, look at that baloney!" she said...

(continued in part 2)
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From mrm1ke@aol.com Tue Sep 09 21:33:32 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: #1 Aug-&Then I Fucked Her-by M1KE HUNT 2
From: mrm1ke@aol.com (MrM1KE)
Date: 10 Sep 1997 01:33:32 GMT
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So you get the idea. Ideas come from everywhere and anywhere. Even if
there's not a woman around, you can always write a story about masturbation.
I'm sure that's another personal experience you've read about. In fact
a masturbation story is pretty easy to write, because you're probably well
acquainted with the main character, not to mention the character's dick.
I'd recommend some research first, however.

Quoting again here from Mr. Quite Successful Author: "Some writers are
strong on devising a plot, some are better at inventing characters and
dialogue. But you have to become at least competent at both."

Absolutely! I couldn't have said it better myself, which is why I used
quote marks. In the little movie theater example I used up above, I haven't
used very much characterization or plot, because we're both just sitting
there watching a movie, and you don't know anything about us at all. But
that's OK, because when the movie ends, I can pick up the plot and have
us go for a soda or a wild fuck session in the car depending on whether
I've taken a break and done some research.

Along the way I can flesh out the characters and give them dimension.
Describing the characters physically is important, although it's also nice
to just sketch in some details and let the reader fill in the rest. But
it's also crucial to let the reader know how the characters are feeling,
because that's what gives them depth.

For instance, to jump back:

"Suddenly Madlyn leaned over to me and whispered, 'What do you think?'

"I thought for a moment and discarded all the things that entered my brain.
Finally I said "I think I'm a little uncomfortable."

"She giggled and said "Do you mean physically, or because I'm here and
it's our first date?"

"Both, actually," I whispered. "I had no idea the movie was going to be
like this, did you?"

"No," she said in low tones. "But it sure is hot. Even with the
air-conditioning at full blast."

"Suddenly a guy about six rows back hollered "Would you two pipe down?
We didn't pay $8 to come here and listen to you!" He was right, of course,
although I was sure our voices were low enough not to disturb anybody.

Madlyn leaned over to me to whisper in my ear. I could feel the moisture
from her hot breath as she barely mouthed "Maybe we better cool it for
a little while. But what a jerk!"

"I nodded. But that wasn't good enough for the jerk. Now he fairly shouted
"Hey! I said shut up!"

Now Madlyn was pissed. She leaned over to me and said "I'm going to give
him a piece of my mind." She turned around in her chair to face the voice
from six rows back, and I thought we were about to have an ugly confrontation.
But as she twisted all the way around she put her hand on my thigh for
support. The tips of her fingers rode up and over the erection that was
straining against the material of my pants. There was no way she could
mistake it; my fleshy thigh gave ground like a too soft mattress. My boner
didn't. She stayed there for several seconds. Finally she just said "Sorry,"
and turned back around. Her hand lingered for moments longer than necessary.

"We sat quietly, each lost in our private thoughts, each staring at the
screen, each not watching the movie. We sat through a half-dozen scenes,
then a dozen. I couldn't tell you what happened.

"Finally she became unfrozen; I was still in the deep freeze. She reached
down and waved her hand around on the floor until she located the large
cup of popcorn. Her hand brushed against it and it fell over, spilling
half the contents. She giggled as she muttered "Oh shit," under her breath.
I laughed too.

She picked up the cup and shoved it between my legs, whispering "Hold
this, would you?" I nodded and clamped it between my thighs. She sat back
and reached toward the cup. It took me about one second to realize she
hadn't reached for the cup at all, as her fingers found their mark just
to the right and several inches lower than the rim. She clamped on me with
a grip that left no doubt that the popcorn was not her target.

"Her timing was perfect. A new love scene was about to begin on the screen
and the delicious feeling on having my cock surreptitiously rubbed while
I watched the movie was almost too much to bear.

An important thing to remember when writing stories is to leave the reader
hanging at the end of each paragraph, so as to coax him along to the next
one.

For instance, if I had ended that paragraph with Madlyn leaning over to
me and whispering something in the dark like "I just learned in my chemistry
class that if you combine certain mononucleids in an endothermic reaction with
hydrocarbon chains you end up with a polymorphous substance that occurs
nowhere in nature" the reader might lose interest, unless of course they
know something about chemistry, in which case they would care if only because
they would know that I have no fucking idea what I'm talking about.

It's also important to keep your sentences short.

By the way, I didn't read *that* particular tip in good old Michael's
essay, either. He does say, however, "How many really awful stories have
you read on a.s.s. that were actually only isolated scenes, apparently
ripped from a nonexistent larger narrative? There's no beginning or end,
just a chunk of action that starts from nowhere and stops somewhere else,
and you can tell it took only a half-hour to write and was posted
immediately." I have no idea what he's talking about here, but I'll take
him at his word. Anyway, I can't be bothered to think about it much since
I'm posting this one right away cause I'm so excited about it.

In "Charly The Yard Guy" the protagonist falls in love with a high school
student and follows her to college. Mr. Smith goes to Berkeley (although
I think the story might have had major motion picture potential if he had
gone to Washington) and the couple live happily ever after. They even fuck
a couple of times, and her parents approve!

I have several mild criticisms of this story.

1) You shouldn't fuck a 17 year old. It is legal in a lot of states, but
if you got carried away and told her a story while you were doing it, you
could get arrested because the age for dirty stories is 18. We've already
covered this. Nuff said.

2) It's got a stupid title. Who's going to download a story called "Charly
the Yard Guy" when it's sitting in the newsgroup right next to something like
"I Watched My Mother Gang Bang The Notre Dame Marching Band"? You should put
dirty words in the title, like I did with this one. It's a tough world out
there and you have to grab people's interest quickly.

3) He only uses the word "tits" THREE times in the whole story! Once he
calls them "volcanic tits" and once "just ripening tits." The third time
there's not even a modifier! This is really lame.

4) It has such a happy ending that only a moron would be dumb enough to
believe it could actually happen. Any guy in his right mind knows if you're
35 years old and fuck a 17 year old girl and her parents and big bruising
brothers find out, you're dead meat. He should have killed the whole family
except Charly. Then and only then could they live happily ever after.

"Happily ever after" is an OK way to end a story, though certainly not
the only way. Of course before you can end a story you have to start it.
Speaking of which, I'm really sorry for rambling on like this for so long.
I know my intros have been getting longer and longer, but this one takes
the cake. I'll stop right now and give you the story. Please accept my
apologies.

* * * *


And Then I Fucked Her - by MIKE HUNT


I met her in the Doctor's office waiting room.

And then I fucked her.


* * * *

OK, the story probably needs a little more plot development. And I suppose
the characters could be described a little more fully as well, although
I do like to leave some of those details to the reader's imagination, as
I said.

For instance, I could have made the girl Madlyn, and we could have been
sitting in the Doctor's waiting room watching a pornographic movie that
he was showing on a TV for the convenience of people who were waiting to
see him. Madlyn and I could have been eating some popcorn when a guy six
rows back yelled at us or something. One thing could lead to another until
she was grabbing my dick through my pants. Then the story could go on,
like:

"Her fingers began squeezing me, and she pulled at the material of my
trousers to get some slack so her grasp could encircle me. I lifted my
torso off the chair and the thin material scooted from under my bottom
and up the sides, until her fingers met her thumb as she enveloped me
completely.

"I tried to move my arm to return the favor but it was trapped under hers,
and I had no choice but to sit there and enjoy myself. At any rate she
seemed to be having a good enough time. The action on the screen in front
of us progressed from merely passionate to intense to incredibly hot. I
watched as the woman pressed herself against this good looking guy and
scraped her tits back and forth. She had fabulous tits. Her perky tits
were bursting out of her dress, and it's a good thing I noticed because
including the upcoming one, it gave me my fourth use of the word "tits"
for this story, and FOUR is the minimum.

"She lowered one hand to the front of his pants and began unzipping him.
I felt the hand in my lap release its grasp, and it followed the motion
on the screen. Madlyn found the small metallic tab and pulled. The zipper
performed its mission perfectly, and only moments later I felt a hand
sliding underneath the material into my boxers and finally touching my
hardened penis. Her grip was gentle yet firm as she twisted my member into
a more comfortable position for her grasp. I didn't complain.

(continued in part 3)
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From mrm1ke@aol.com Tue Sep 09 21:33:47 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: #1 Aug-&Then I Fucked Her-by M1KE HUNT 3
From: mrm1ke@aol.com (MrM1KE)
Date: 10 Sep 1997 01:33:47 GMT
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"On the screen the woman extracted a heavy penis from the trousers which
filled the frame, and with a slight grin moved her head forward until the
dickhead touched her lips. She gave it a little nibble, then a few quick
licks, and finally plunged it deep into her oral cavity with an enthusiasm
rarely seen in such epics. The tiny speaker vibrated with sucking and
slurping sounds; I heard a noise of my own gurgling from my throat as I
moaned with pleasure.

"Madlyn was determined not to let the screen action get ahead of her,
and so she maneuvered my cock out of my fly and into the open air. She
knelt in front of me and began rubbing my hardness against one cheek, then
the other.

"She stopped the torture by slowly lowering her mouth around my dick,
and as she sank inch by inch onto my sex my eyes left the screen and gazed
in awe at the scene unfolding in my lap. Madlyn struggled to keep my dick
in my mouth as she rolled her eyes upward to meet mine. I stared back.
She seemed to enjoy looking at me as my pleasure increased, and except
for the occasional blink, maintained eye contact throughout. I forgot about
the movie.

"Madlyn's tongue was caressing me even as her lips pounded up and down
along the length of my shaft, I could feel the wetness flowing from her
buds onto my manhood, and knew that if she didn't slow down I would be
adding to the lubrication inside her mouth.

"I took hold of the sides of her head to try to calm her actions, but
she would have none of it. She knew what she was doing and she wanted it
all. The message was clear, and it was one I was happy to receive. I leaned
forward further and grasped the bottom of her blouse and gave a tug. The
material slipped from her waistband and I pulled the bottom toward me,
revealing her hanging breasts. My hands touched the smooth skin of her
back, and slowly slipped around under her arms until I could feel the puffy
flesh on the sides of her tits. Five.

"I pushed down further and grasped her hanging globes, flicking my thumb
across the hardened tip as she continued her ceaseless efforts on my cock.
It was only moments later that I knew I was on the trail that would end
with my eruption of pleasure.

"Holding her fleshy globes in both hands and bent forward I whispered
"It's time. It's really time." She twisted her head and looked me in the
eye and nodded. She made no effort to release me, and I gave thanks that
she was going to let me cum in her mouth.

"The guy six rows back shouted "Will you shut up down there?"

"At that moment my body convulsed, my groin contracted, and I began to
cum. Madlyn reached up and squeezed my balls through my trousers,
heightening the effect more than I would have thought possible. A buzz flew
through my dick and I came directly into her mouth. Her lips were sealed
around my dick tighter than a freshly steamed mason jar.

"I ejected load after load of my goop in a series of ejaculations that
caused my entire body to tense, then release, then repeat. And repeat.
And repeat.

"Madlyn wouldn't let go, and kept me in her mouth for a long while after
my last eruption, licking and slurping to her heart's content. A little
dribble of cum escaped from the corner of her mouth; at one point when
she took a breath I could see some more hanging like a spider's web along
her tongue and teeth. She was smiling.

"Finally she began moving off my dick, maintaining the circular shape
of her lips as she slid up the pole. I let go of her breasts. She grinned
at me as if to reinforce the happy mood we were both in.

"And we lived happily ever after.

Regular readers of my stories who are wondering how I lived happily ever
after with Madlyn while I'm still married to June will note that I've left
out the part about the ugly divorce and attempted homicide which followed,
as it isn't in keeping with the tone of the rest of the story. It's fiction.
You're allowed to change some of the facts once in a while. And of course,
there was no sense in introducing June, who I didn't meet until the
following week at the Dentist's office.

If I may backtrack for a moment, I know I am going to get some criticism
for this story. Some people will say it's too short, and that's probably
a valid criticism. However if you look at it on a percentage basis, it's
really HOT. There are 14 words in the story, one of which is "fucked."
That's a dirty word ratio of over 7%, extremely high by any standard. I
could have increased the percentage even more by eliminating the words
"Doctor's office", but then I couldn't do the "Dentist's office" joke you
just read. Maybe I should have. It wasn't funny anyway. It would have given
a ratio of 8.3%, virtually astronomical!

I also know I am going to get criticism for using the word "fag" at the
beginning of the piece. Fags really hate that, although it's a perfectly
legitimate word. In England, for example, it refers to a cigarette, and
people have fags all the time. In England it also means a "pupil" or a
"student" and according to my dictionary it also means "to tire by labor
or to exhaust." So I guess it's possible for a fag to have a fag while
he's fagged. Where I would get in trouble, I guess, is if I said a faggy
fag was having a fag while he was fagged.

Anyway, all you fucking gays should keep it in your shorts because I'm
not prejudiced. I have several homosexual friends. I know you're a minority
and you're oppressed. I'm sorry. And I suppose now would be a good time
to mention that some of my best friends are black. Also a minority. Moreover,
many of my friends are women. Talk about oppressed! A few of my friends
are even Jews! Definitely persecuted. Still more, a couple are fat! Believe
it or not, two of them are blond. Often harrassed. And I swear, one is
from Poland. In fact I have a fat black lesbian blond Polack Jew friend,
although I stopped hanging out with her when I found out she was a lawyer.

I notice that my closing notes here are going on far longer than usual, also.
That's actually my ultimate goal, to stop writing stories altogether and just
write the opens and closes. The stories are mostly limp dick shit anyway, as
you can plainly tell. I'll try to make the next one better. Maybe it'll be
just a simple story with an actual beginning, middle, and end, probably in
that order. Maybe it'll have some fucking and sucking, too!

If you would like to receive it and other future stories by e-mail, drop a
note to MrM1KE@aol.com. Please include a note that tells me that you're over
18, because as I ceaselessly point out I don't want to be arrested. Again.
Remember, the M1KE is spelled with a "one" (1) not an "eye" (I). Thanks.

If you're really anxious, you could get the stories from my website at
<http://members.aol.com/mrm1ke>. I put them there about 20 minutes before
I send them by e-mail, for those who just can't wait. Anyway it would be
a good idea to visit, because there's a special prize for the one billionth
visitor. I know a billion may seem a long way off, but I figure if McDonald's
can do it with shitty hamburgers and Bill Gates can do it with shitty
software, I can do it with shitty stories.

Anyway, I've posted Mr. Michael K.Smith's "Charly The Yard Guy" at the
site so you can decide for yourself. I dare you to do a "dirty words ratio"
on the story. Even if you include just semi-dirty words like "breast" it's
well under 1%. It's shit. But, like I said, decide for yourself.

I've also added Graffiti #4, more of the e-mail that some not very bright
readers have sent me. If you'd like to see how people trashed me for my
sci-fi attempt "Homestead" then come on in. I've also put "Homestead" back
on the site by popular demand. (Thank you Kim, for being so popular.) And I
added Renae Nicks' new tale about her tiny tight t-shirt. And those aren't
the only "t" words in it, trust me. And there are some new dirty jokes at the
website. And I corrected a typo in "The Lingerie Salesman." And I changed
the background color on one of the stories. Uh, maybe this list is getting
a little too detailed.

One other pretty important tip for writers: make sure your pen name is a
good one. It really does matter. Don't get trapped into using some attention
getting dirty word pun for a name, because it shows you have no class. I
should have used a middle initial or something to project an aura of
refinement like my idol, you K.now who.

But I chose the name M1KE HUNT because, well, I like MIKE HUNT. And if
you're a female reader, I'd probably like yours, too.

One final piece of advice on how to write sex stories. Sit at the keyboard
and let your fingers do the walking. For better or worse, you can't go
wrong. Trust me. Just do it.

Oh, and try not to use cliches.

Tits. Six.