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Subject: The Annex Reviews, 3/23/99
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I don't always have time for a lengthy intro, as my life is pretty
busy. Hah, like you guys really want to read one anyway.
About the teenage/exploitation/performance art thread on ASSD
which I have been following in a cursory way: I repeat, it's very
easy to be fooled by anyone posing as anyone else in cyberspace,
if they are a good writer and have an understanding of human
nature. There are many people out there with time on their
hands who like pulling a fast one on other human beings. It adds
to their feelings of power and invulnerability, I suspect. So be
careful, and act accordingly.
I also suggest being careful about writing to anyone you suspect
is underage, that is under 18. If parents or guardians catch wind
of it, and trace your email address, you could wind up in a lot of
trouble, especially if the teen goes missing or is involved in some
other trouble. Be smart, people.
The stories:
Refreshment, by Prufrock 54 (M/F horror)
Hi Bill, by Spoonbender (M/F SF, mecha, satire)
Cyber Fun, by Velvet Rose (M/F cybersex)
Mannequin, by Bongo70 (M/b SF, robot)
David's Toy, by Duddy Woolenside (M/F BDSM)
3 Million, by ViragoBlue (M/F corporate sex)
Bridaled Date, by Timothy Riesling Betticut (TG, BDSM)
The Runt and the Lord, by Y Lee Coyote (M/b, spank, SF)
Refreshment [A]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 3/16/99
Author: Prufrock54
Address: prufrock54@my-dejanews.com
A laid-off factory worker spends his days getting drunk and
feeling sorry for himself. He catches the neighbor's teenage
daughter sneaking a beer and blackmails her into giving him a
blow job, which makes him feel like even more of a shit. Finally,
he goes for a drunk drive one night and sails off a bridge into a
river.
This was not a pretty story; it was more horror than erotica,
dealing with the dark side of sex and self-worth and the feelings
involved. The author is an excellent writer, reminding me a little
of Uther Pendragon. My only complaint was that the piece should
have had more of a resolution than it did. All the other pieces
were in place, so it seems a shame for the story to end abruptly
the way it did.
Hi Bill [A+]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 3/16/99
Author: Spoonbender
Address: Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk
I picked up this story from Spoonbender because I thought it
would be some sarcastic British commentary on the president's
troubles. Instead, it turned out to be a spoof of a marketing email
exchange in a new genre I'll call mechasex. Spoonbender--and
several other writers in the SF/BDSM mode, such as Don Quixote--
seems to specialize in these tales, which revolve around futuristic
adult toys that are used to turn women into high-tech sex
machines. The machine connection is vital to our understanding
of these tales; like a polished Sorayama robot girl or a shiny RX-7
they have a coldness to them, a glossy fetishization, and a geeky
gee-wow adolescent fascination with things mechanical. They're
also lots of fun. I get the feeling the authors of these stories
wouldn't mind a bit swapping places with their mechanized
female victims.
The story concerns a firm's efforts to market a mechanical
nipple-and-clit stimulation device for women. Told in email form,
it details the creation of one campaign aimed at males, one at
females:
Then the hard sell. We thought of hitting them with having their
own tropical love affair. With no unseemly strings attached or
any other nasty little side effects. They can set it from seduce to
rape, whatever trips their trigger. They could even set it to
automatic and then tie themselves up with our new timelock
handcuffs. It might even provide a boost to sales of these.
This was an authentic--almost too authentic--sendup of the
marketing world every bit as good as last years' "I am Mike's
Dick" which, as you remember, took on the world of television
production. Intelligent satire with a chrome-plated finish.
Cyber Fun [D]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 3/16/99
Author: Anonymous
Poster: Velvet Rose
Address: velvetrose@my-dejanews.com
This story was billed as "a copy of two dialogues between a girl
and two guys via an "Instant Message." I'm going to assume the
"author" is one of the aforementioned three and not the poster, as
"Velvet Rose" is too classy a moniker for the bathroom-stall
scribblings contained therein...which is sex at its most basic, full
of heartfelt warblings like:
Big Boy: yesss
Baby Grrl: ready to cum?
Big Boy: almost suck me a little more
Baby Grrl: i stop you and take your cock in my mouth
Baby Grrl: i make my way back to your balls
Big Boy: mmm yes
Baby Grrl: i suck on them and jack you off
It's also sex at its most banal and boring. It's like watching two
houseflies go at it, with misspellings. Or is that housewives?
Skip this. Almost anything you pick up on ASS will be better.
Mannequin [A-]
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 3/12/99
Author: Bongo 70
Address: bongo70@hotmail.com
A gay man is given a robot by his friend that is a simulacrum of a
teenage boy. He is delighted with this new toy, particularly its
stamina: "His crotch sprang against my elevated cheeks, driving
his long swollen member at piston speed. I expected him to be
finished after his first ejaculation, but he continued until there
were four more." He concludes the kid must be a real teenager.
But the next morning, he discovers the truth.
This story was shorter than the usual ASSG fare--almost a sketch-
-with a childlike but inventive quality to the writing that
suggested English was not the writer's native language. The
effect of a translation, in other words. This gave the story a sweet,
haunting quality even though its subject matter--the love object
unmasked as a robot--wasn't exactly original.
David's Toy [B+]
Where posted: ASS, ASSM
When posted: 3/16/99
Author: Duddy Woolenside
Poster: DickRacy
Poster Address: DickRacy@netscape.net
A dom guy waits for a session with his sub date, who arrives ten
minutes late due to bad traffic. "You'll pay later for disobeying
me," says he, and orders her to strip. Conveniently, she's wearing
not wearing any underwear except for a garter belt and
stockings, which makes me wonder if she planned the delay.
What follows next is a D/S and bondage session on the dining
room table with some pretty hot sex, almost a primer for What To
Do With Your Groveling Subbie.
I liked the sex in this piece, but as a story, it was ill-defined.
Though set in the "real" world (that is, not in some dungeon in
never-never land) it was never clear if the woman was a
voluntary participant in a mutual game or if the man was just
ordering her around, as some men undoubtedly fantasize about
doing (and some women fantasize about obeying.) The story also
fell short in the characterization department, which brings up
the point of just how much characterization is needed for a stroke
story. The details that were given about Carol and David--the
happy twosome in the story--served only to clutter it up and
detract from the sex that was there. It all seemed a bit silly. So I say
names aren't necessary at all; he and she will do.
That said, as stroke and stroke only this was pretty good. A nice
effort.
3 Million [A-/B+]
Where posted: ASS, ASSM
When posted: 3/10/99
Author: ViragoBlue
Address: mdmvirago@aol.com
Like the above this story was stroke, but it had a little more
ambition. A female advertising executive ("Her legs were long
and lightly muscled and she kept the triangle of hair between
her thighs closely shaved. Her waist was narrow and taut and
her breasts were a luscious size 36D with nipples the color of cafe
au lait") lusts after her male secretary AND a male client who
happens to be president of a lingerie company. He sends her a
sample of his wares and when a meeting happens between the
three lady boss is inspired by the champagne to model it for
them. Afterwards there's some awkwardly introduced three-way
sex on the meeting room floor:
Josh gulped and Jack just stared. Jack sipped his wine and
watched as Josh stepped a little closer to Jade. "You can vouch for
what? That you are a sex starved animal? Hmmm...while that is a
tantalizing thought, Jade, I'm afraid it is Jack and I who are the
sex starved animals at this point. Speaking for myself I would
have to say that I would . . . quite frankly . . .like to fuck you until
you faint." He shrugged with a nonchalance that made her want
to rip his clothes off right there and show him how to fuck.
If the prior story was written from a male's point of view, this
one was definitely female. The perfect, buffed yuppies ogle each
other droolingly in their designer suits; sex is always erect in
their minds, in spite of the tension involved in negotiating a
multi-million ad campaign, which made the whole thing
amusingly silly in a gung-ho romance novel kind of way. I don't
mean Barbara Cartland here, I mean the kind of paperback
romances that are trash and proudly advertise themselves as
trash, with the Fabio-clone covers and lurid blurbs on the back.
You can say it was a bit beyond belief that a discreet woman of
"sophistication and high moral character" would strip and lather
on the come-ons after a few glasses of bubbly, or that this sex-
avoiding businesswoman was nevertheless creaming
continuously from the start of the story, but hey, romances are a
bit beyond belief anyway.
Not exactly my cup of tea--a bit TOO silly--but it's a nice bridge
between fluff and porn, and unique for that reason.
Bridaled Date [B]
Where posted: ASS
When posted: 3/16/99
Author: Bill
Address: stdity@flash.net
A young man house-sitting for his sister and her roommate raids
the girls' closets and makeup drawers to turn himself into a
trannie femme fatale. Unfortunately his fantasy is interrupted
when a studly businessman drops by who mistakes him for his
sister's roommate. The naive young cherry is then whisked off to
a BDSM club where he's tied, drugged and plugged in various
ways, including being dressed as a bride in bondage:
Four flounced crinolines dropped from his waist over his two
tiered bustle down to the floor and accentuated each shaky step.
He wore a sort of diaphanous boudoir jacket on top... the thing
dripped with clear lace. It had a ruffled high stand-up collar, full
diaphanous sleeves ending in a flourish of organza ruffles at the
cuffs. It dropped totally open in the front to reveal the top and
front of his corset. A wide white satin ribbon had been tied
around his waist as a belt to join the crinolines that formed his
skirt with the jacket and bustier. It was tied into a large floppy
bow at back, its ends teeming to the floor.
As with many TG stories the fashion show took precedence over
the sex and the feelings of the characters involved, and while
interesting, this didn't make it very involving. The story also
suffered from round-robin syndrome in that each chapter
seemed to have been penned by a different author, which added
to the general lack of cohesiveness; the male lead's name and
gender wobbled around between Jerry, Gerry, he, she, and "the
blonde."
In sum, silly as the one above and tailored for its audience, but
lacking in the technical department.
The Runt and the Lord [B+/B]
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 3/21/99
Author: YLeeCoyote
Address: YLeeCoyote@Juno.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Chelsea/9880
The world of Arcturus-7 is split into two classes of humanoid
beings: lords and chattel, with the chattels being looked upon as
intelligent animals to serve the needs of the lords. All this was
carefully explained in the preface to this story as stage-dressing
for some science fiction fun ala "The Journals of Kennet R'yal
Shardik." Runt, an undersized runaway chattel, is claimed by a
lord and set to work in his stable. He sneaks out to go swimming
one night with another boy but is caught, and as punishment the
lord spanks him and fucks him on a horse...bareback in more
than one sense of the word.
The idea for this story was interesting, but there was too much
"tell" and not enough "show"-- I felt like I was reading a
description of a neat story and not the story itself. I'd advise the
writer to picture the events in his mind, project himself into a
character, then write the events as they actually "happen" to
him, not as a summary.
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